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Summrs – True Story 2 Lyrics (feat. YP4AM)

[Intro]
NinetyNiiine
Yeah, Eddie, Ed, let’s go Ed
Let’s go Ed, Rino Gianni
Rino Gianni, 2020, and we still on that
Rino Gianni, Yeah

[Verse]
Keep it real with you lil bitch you the baddest bitch that I’ve seen
And I f*ck with the same niggas that I came up with in 2018
They say I changed now I grew up I just got more mature
She fell in love with this dick when we f*ck she pullin’ all on my hair (Lil bitch)
Chanel sweater that bitch made out of cheetah print fur
I don’t do too much I just get money and get high
I don’t know why these bitch ass niggas stay on my dick I wonder why
Is it ’cause I get money
Is it ’cause I got all of this ice
Is it ’cause I’m always fly
Is it ‘causе I’m still that guy
You shake your ass on the gram but when wе in person you shy
I just got off my flight, landed in New York
This bitch so f*ckin’ precious man that ass hangin’ out the shorts
Yeah, niggas really nerds and some dorks
I ball out of control I don’t even ball on the f*ckin’ court, yea
Lil Rino, fo shit sho
Yeah nigga, fo shit sho, no kizzo (NinetyNiiine, Gianni)

That’s what they tell me, and I know, I’m like ‘I know’
Chanel No. 9, could you smell me, yea, I know
I f*cked his hoe, and he cryin’, please don’t cry, bro
Get in your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch
Get in your bag stop worriyn’ ’bout that bitch
Get in your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch (Lil bitch)
Get in your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch
Get in your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch
Your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch
Get in your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch
In your bag stop worryin’ ’bout that bitch
I wipe my ass I know I’m the shit
She got that ass she know she thick
I put him on blast like he a bitch
I’m sippin’ with Jozizzy, man, that nigga put me on the Tris
You know we gotta keep a stick ’cause you know how ugly this shit can get
God why they hatin’ on me everyday
God why they hate on me everyday
I put up with this shit everyday
And they still tryna take me out my glory
Tryna take me out my bag
Man this a true story
True story
Man this a true story

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Darlingside – The Rabbit And The Pointed Gun Lyrics

Hide away
The storms about to break
All of the branches shake
And the tremor calls and the tide comes awake [?]

Fair enough
It took me by surprise
Just like the sun in my eyes
And I falter on the step before the lake

The thunder and the swallows dive

Right then I almost cried out
And the brush grows over and the pool sinks in
And he's underwater while he's under wind

The rabbit and the pointed gun
I help the boat in the sun
And I walked back home
After the storm was done

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Scorpions – White Dove Lyrics

A place without a name
Under a burnin’ sky
There’s no milk and honey here
In the land of God
Someone holds a sign, it says
We are human, too
And while the sun goes down
The world goes by

Chorus:
White dove fly with the wind
Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That hope will not die
Where the children cry

Waves big like a house
They’re stranded on a piece of wood
To leave it all behind
To start again
But instead of a new life
All they find is a door that’s closed
And they keep lookin’ for
A place called hope

Chorus:
White dove fly with the wind

Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That hope will not die
Where the children cry

Can anyone tell me why
The children of the world
Have to pay the price

And now you’re telling me
You’ve seen it all before
I know that’s right
But still it breaks my heart
Well, the golden lamb
We’ve sent
Makes us feel better now
But you know it’s just a drop
In a sea of tears

Chorus:
White dove fly with the wind
Take our hope under your wings
For the world to know
That hope will not die
Where the children cry

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Soulja Boy faces lawsuit for allegedly beating pregnant ex-girlfriend into miscarriage

Soulja Boy steps out with new mystery girlfriend amid a sexual assault lawsuit filed by his ex.

The SODMG rapper is being sued by an alleged ex-girlfriend who claims she suffered a miscarriage after she was badly beaten by the rapper. The lawsuit was filed under the pseudonym Jane Doe, as the woman did not wish to reveal her identity. The anonymous ex-girlfriend is reportedly claiming that she was a victim of domestic violence for years during her relationship with the “Crank That” rapper. What made her cup overflow was the alleged loss of her child in 2015 by the hands of her former lover.

The woman claims that Soulja Boy became violent and irate and began punching her in the face and chest until she could not manage to stand. She explains that after falling to the ground due to the impact of his attack, she curled her body to protect her stomach and the child she was carrying while covering her head with her hands. Soulja allegedly continued his abuse by kicking her all over her body and in her stomach, after which she suffered a miscarriage.

The unnamed woman also made reference to other violent attacks carried out by the rapper. She claims that in 2017, Soulja went into another violent rage because he thought she was leaving him. During that incident, she received blows to her face and her breasts. The incident was so severe that the rapper’s security guard had to step in to put an end to the beatdown.

Another incident in 2018 allegedly occurred while the rapper was filming a reality TV series. She says this incident, which was another conversation that turned violent, was caught on the night vision camera. The incident, which was aired on the WeTV network in early 2019, documents the rapper yelling at her during the attack.

The yearly attacks continued in 2019 when Soulja threatened her life as he “tightly gripped” her neck and choked her. This took place after she refused his efforts to revitalize the relationship following her decision to move out of the home she shared with the rapper. These incidents were amplified by the numerous threats the rapper dished out if there was any refusal to have sex.

The woman is now reportedly suing for assault, gender violence, sexual battery, and more. Soulja Boy, whose real name is DeAndre Cortez Way, has had several legal issues over the years, from firearm possession to violating his probation to assaulting a former assistant. The assistant had claimed that Soulja Boy was repeatedly abusive, which the rapper denied.

Soulja Boy has since responded in some tweets he has since deleted. He also shared this photo of himself with a mystery female before quickly deleting it.

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J. Cole Addresses Diddy Fight Over Kendrick Lamar on “Let Go My Hand” Track

J. Cole has seemingly addressed his 2013 fight with Diddy allegedly over Kendrick Lamar.

Mere hours after he dropped his album The Off-Season, J. Cole has become a trending topic on Instagram and Twitter. The reason, the rapper finally addressed a scuffle that reportedly went down with veteran rapper and producer Diddy at an after-party for the 2013 MTV Video Music Awards. Urban Islandz reported on this in 2013 when multiple sources confirmed a melee did went down between the rap mogul and Cole, who was a young rapper in the game at the time.

The track in question, “Let Go My Hand” recounts the incident at the VMAs after-party in New York City.

On the song produced by DJ Dahi, Frank Dukes, Wu10, and Cole himself, the entertainer raps, “My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?…I bought that ni**a album in seventh grade and played it so much…You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff…Back then I ain’t know sh*t, now I know too much.”

Back in 2013, when the incident went down, it was rumored that Diddy was drunk and tried to spill liquor on fellow rapper Kendrick Lamar. Diddy was reportedly upset with Kendrick over a verse he sang on the single “Control”. The line went, “I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York…King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both.”

Cole’s intervention in the Lamar incident was rumored to have led to a scuffle between him and Diddy and their respective entourages. Neither Cole nor Diddy acknowledged the incident when it went down.

Cole’s manager Ibrahim Hamad took to social media to address the matter. “The Internet is a crazy place you ni**az reporting sh*t with no facts, Cole ain’t get thrown out no party and he damn sure aint get beat up,” Hamad said shortly after the rumored incident.

Hamad wrote on Twitter back in 2013, “Ahhh the infamous and ever elusive Cole and Puff fade. What a night. Lol.”

The Internet is a crazy place you niggaz reporting shit with no facts, Cole ain't get thrown out no party and he damn sure aint get beat up

— Ibrahim H. (@KingOfQueenz) August 26, 2013

Thanks to the controversial lines, “Let Go My Hand” has already racked up 535,000 views on YouTube in just 12 hours. The Off-Season is Cole’s sixth studio album and the first to have features from other rappers.

Around the time of the incident, Diddy addressed the reports via Twitter saying, “I usually don’t address rumors but I got too much respect for my bro @JColeNC. We are friends. We just yell in public sometimes LOL #Fam.”

J. Cole responded to that tweet saying, “People will believe anything.”

I usually don't address rumors but I got too much respect for my bro @JColeNC. We are friends. We just yell in public sometimes LOL #Fam

— LOVE (@Diddy) August 26, 2013

people will believe anything

— J. Cole (@JColeNC) August 27, 2013

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J. Cole – ​l e t . g o . m y . h a n d Lyrics

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Verse: J. Cole]
Sometimes I question whether this shit matters
Puttin’ substance into something in a world so used to instant gratification
I found this instrumental on my phone while on vacation
Ib sent it a year ago or so
I probably heard it before, but slept on it, you know?
Shit don’t always connect as soon as you press play
At times you gotta step away, do some livin’
Let time provide a new prescription, givin’ truer vision
I dibble-dabble in a few religions
My homie constantly telling me ’bout Quran, puttin’ me on
I read a few pages and recognize the wisdom in it
But I ain’t got the discipline for stickin’ with it
Now I’m on the way to London, got a show for seven digits
I’m wonderin’ just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn’t nobody know my jams
Today my son said, “Dad, let go my hand”
Reminded me one day he’s gonna be his own man
And my job is to make sure he’s equipped
I gotta make sure he not no bitch ’cause niggas bound to try him
If I said I was the toughest growin’ up, I would be lyin’
I had a fear of gettin’ punched while everybody eyein’
Add to that a constant fear of dyin’
By gunshot wound, the other violent type of endings
I kept a tough demeanor on the surface but was mostly just pretendin’
Luckily my bluff was workin’ way more often than not
But sometimes a nigga pulled my card, tryna expose me for a fraud
And with my reputation at stake
I was scufflin’ just to save face
Couple wins, couple losses, some broken up too quick to call it
My last scrap was with Puff Daddy, who would’ve thought it?
I bought that nigga album in seventh grade and played it so much
You would’ve thought my favorite rapper was Puff
Back then I ain’t know shit, now I know too much
Ignorance is bliss and innocence is just ignorance before it’s introduced to currency and clips
Or bad licks that have a nigga servin’ three to six, shit

[Chorus: J. Cole, Bas & 6LACK]
Soldier’s song, marching on, on
Hoping to see home
If I die before I
See your smile just one more time

[Bridge: Bas]
Soldier’s song
I could be one to lean on
Time will right the wrongs
Won’t be long
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
How can we grow any closer?
Something inside of me’s tryna crawl up to the surface
Something is suddenly smothering, stopping me
Stubbornly getting its way (Way), way (Way)
Drowning out the wave (Drowning out)
I’ve got a reason to believe that I’ll turn out just fine
Soldier’s song

[Outro: Diddy]
Lord, please guide our steps
Watch us, cover us
So that every move we make is in alignment with Your will
Your purpose
Please fill us with Your spirit
Keep us forever in the present
For presence makes the strongest fathers
Teach us how to lead
Show us how to love

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​J. Cole – h u n g e r . o n . h i l l s i d e Lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole]
Alright now, alright now
God has a plan for you
And all you’ve got to do is believe, believe, believe
Yeah

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Shit gon’ get hard, keep your head strong
If I quit now, then I’m dead wrong
Fightin’ off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on
The money might fade, but respect don’t
Still gon’ be me when success gone
I don’t speak the language of cowards
I walk through the flame like I’m Teflon

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
I sucked up the pain and I kept goin’
Whole world know my namе, bitch, my rep strong
We sold out in less than a hour
Thеse words I still sang like I’m slept on
I sin, so I can’t cast the next stone
Unless it’s baguettes ’round my neck bone
Inside of my frame lies a power
You can’t get this game from no TED Talk
I wanna know if they understand me
I put it all on A, ain’t no plan B
Hopin’ all this weight ain’t gon’ drown me
Fucked around, got grey hairs already
Runnin’ up the stairs on a tower
Runnin’ up these Ms by the hour
If I drop a gem, money showers
When you get your taste, they get sour

[Chorus: J. Cole & Bas]
Shit gon’ get hard, keep your head strong
Just keep your head strong
The money might fade, but respect don’t
The ultimate price is regret now
Still gon’ be me when success gone
Still gon’ be me, ahh-ahh-ahh
Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Waitin’ my turn like grains of sand inside a hourglass
Mainly concerned back in the day with how long I would last
Make a few thousand dollars stack with every hour passed
I catch you playin’ inside my lane and I’ma foul your ass
Put the whole game on top my back, don’t need no chiropract’
They callin’ me young PWC, I got my power back
Ain’t fuckin’ around, beefin’ with me gon’ get you hollered at
Niggas can’t see me one-on-one, that’s word to Kyla Pratt
You hittin’ them weights, congratulations ’cause you built somethin’
You takin’ a lot of boxin’ lessons, but you still pussy
I see right through you niggas just like 2Pac hologram
Ain’t doin’ Coachella, bookin’ me gon’ be a lot of Ms
I’m feeling myself, I’m building my wealth up ’til it’s towerin’
I put my tongue all in my bitch, she get to hollerin’
I ain’t doin’ no dirt no more, I stopped creepin’ six years ago
Fun fuckin’ them hoes until you realize that you is the ho

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Shit gon’ get hard, keep your head strong
If I quit now then I’m dead wrong
Fightin’ off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don’t get stepped on
The money might fade, but respect don’t
Still gon’ be me when success gone
I don’t speak the language of cowards
I walk through the flame like I’m Teflon

[Outro: Bas]
Can’t be afraid of sunlight
Spotlights when it close
All the pain you hold
Makes you worth your weight in gold
Can’t be afraid of sunlight
Spotlights when it close
All the pain you hold
Makes you worth your weight in gold
God has a plan for you
And all you’ve got to do is believe, believe, be—

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Lil Skies – Backup Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh
Ayy, Slim with the sauce

[Chorus]
I call for backup, nobody had my back
Yes, I’m the one, in fact
Always gotta keep my strap
I know they lookin’ for me, I’m way out on the map
I know they gonna judge me because I got these tats
I stay rollin’ up, I be high as fuck
I just poured me a cup, nigga, double cup
Nigga back the fuck, nigga ain’t my mans
Nigga just a fan, nigga not the man, yeah

[Verse 1]
To fire up some rings
I just met lil’ shawty, she’s a beautiful ting
But I am not that nigga, shawty, can’t give you a thing
I know you out here juggin’ niggas out for everything
So I just play my cards right, my pops taught me that
Them niggas run up on me, you know I lay ’em flat
I got Amiri jeans, Mike Amiri jeans
I put a hunnid in ’em, I stuffed em in my jеans
You don’t know ’bout that, niggas ain’t gettin’ money
I am block boy, I servеd down to the junkies
I had to step back and realize the facts
Them niggas ain’t my mans
Bitch, I don’t want your dap

[Chorus]
I call for backup, nobody had my back
Yes, I’m the one, in fact
Always gotta keep my strap
I know they lookin’ for me, I’m way out on the map
I know they gonna judge me because I got these tats
I stay rollin’ up, I be high as fuck
I just poured me a cup, nigga, double cup
Nigga back the fuck, nigga ain’t my mans
Nigga just a fan, nigga not the man, yeah

[Verse 2]
I’ve been practicin’ my patience
I can’t trust nobody but I’m still destined for greatness
I know people prayin’ for me, but some people hatin’
I just gotta keep low ’cause they always talk ’bout Satan
But I just keep my head up, I’m ten toes down
When I was ass out, why didn’t you come around?
I pray for better days, that’s why I’m rollin’ up
I can’t trust you, only trust in double cup

[Chorus]
I call for backup, nobody had my back
Yes, I’m the one, in fact
Always gotta keep my strap
I know they lookin’ for me, I’m way out on the map
I know they gonna judge me because I got these tats
I stay rollin’ up, I be high as fuck
I just poured me a cup, nigga, double cup
Nigga back the fuck, nigga ain’t my mans
Nigga just a fan, nigga not the man, yeah

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Katy Perry – Electric Lyrics

[Intro]
Electric

[Verse 1]
In the dark, when you feel lost
Wanna be the best, but at what cost?
If you’re gonna stay here
Nothing’s ever changin’, no
Big world, gotta see it all
Gotta get up even when you fall
There’s no point in waitin’, no

[Pre-Chorus]
(Oh) They’ll try to bring you down
(Oh) But you’ve got the power now

[Chorus]
I know you feel it (Feel it)
If you believe it, then you can
There’s no reason that this life can’t be
Electric
Oh, I can see it, see it
If you believe it, then you can
There’s no reason that this life can’t be
Electric (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Long road, got a ways to go
Took a big step, but you’re not alone
‘Cause we got each other
There’s so much you’ll discover
Headstrong, but your heart is stronger
Stay calm walkin’ through the fire
I know you’re gonna make it out

[Pre-Chorus]
(Oh) They’ll try to bring you down
(Oh) But you’ve got the power now

[Chorus]
I know you feel it, feel it
If you believe it, then you can
There’s no reason that this life can’t be
Electric
Oh, I can see it, see it
If you believe it, then you can
There’s no reason that this life can’t be
Electric

[Bridge]
(Oh) They’ll try to bring you down
(Oh) You’re electric right now
Electric
(Oh) But you’ve got the power now
(Oh) You’ve got the power now
Electric
You’ve got the power now
Woah-oh, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I know you feel it, feel it
If you believe it, then you can
There’s no reason that this life can’t be
Electric
Oh, I can see it, see it (Oh, I can see it)
If you believe it, then you can
There’s no reason that this life can’t be
Electric

[Outro]
(Oh) They’ll try to bring you down
(Oh) You’re electric right now
Electric
(Oh) But you’ve got the power now
(Oh) You’ve got the power now
You’ve got the power now

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21 Savage – Emergency Lyrics

[Intro]
(Taurus)
(Run that back, Turbo)

[Chorus: Gunna]
911 Porsche, it’s emergency (Ooh)
Kick in the door, it’s a burglary (Ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin’ third-degree (Ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)
I know you just actin’ tough
When I really pull up, you gon’ call the authorities (Ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
‘Cause these niggas ain’t for me (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I’m in the ring and my back ‘gainst the ropes
I’m a young king and I’m keepin’ ’em woke
Jumped off the porch, went and got what I want
Smokin’ Biscotti, it smell like a skunk
Take care my mama and brother and nephews
Now what the fuck else is you payin’ for?
I sat on the block, but didn’t go to school of the hard knocks
And wasn’t none of this planned for
I bought her the big body Jaguar
We pull up with sticks like a task force
It’s two-twenty MP the dashboard
GunWunna, young Wunna a bad boy
Own business, I got me a company key
Go get it, I get it, ain’t workin’ for free
You wan’ see that show, gotta pay you a fee
She want a big Birkin, the big Bentley B (Big Bentley B)
I’m servin’ this cash (Yeah)
Come with it, we kill him, ain’t no sympathy
Dig up the grass (Yeah)
Then bury his body, don’t nobody speak

[Chorus: Gunna]
911 Porsche, it’s emergency (Ooh)
Kick in the door, it’s a burglary (Ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin’ third-degree (Ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)
I know you just actin’ tough
When I really pull up, you gon’ call the authorities (Ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
‘Cause these niggas ain’t for me

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
I’m sippin’ on purple, no Bape (21)
I put them racks on a plate (I did)
Say you want smoke, we gon’ come where you stay
Take my gun everywhere, I’m from the A
We call her thottie, you callin’ her bae
Every nigga try it, we slid on tape
Nigga playin’ tough, got hit with the Drac’
Rich and paranoid, in the hills with a K
Nip it in the bud, I check that (21)
Your bitch in the vert, in my lap where her neck at
Pull up in your hood, we’ll stretch that (Straight up)
Your lil’ nigga starvin’, send him a care pack
First-time owner, no CARFAX (Big facts)
We got the same kinda guns like Star Trek
Don’t need no keys to start that (Pussy)
So many hoes in this car, man, park that

[Chorus: Gunna & Young Thug]
911 Porsche, it’s emergency (Ooh)
Kick in the door, it’s a burglary (Ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin’ third-degree (Ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)
I know you just actin’ tough
When I really pull up, you gon’ call the authorities (Ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust (Yeah, yeah)
‘Cause these niggas ain’t for me

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I call the play with the stick (Call the play)
And my lil’ ho got a kick (Blatt)
She spent a night at the spot (Fuck)
Then I had fed her some grits (Let’s go)
I had her sucking on cock (Yeah)
I made her think that she rich, yeah (Rich)
I gave a bitch lockjaws (Lock)
I’m a real gangsta, no glitch (Facts)
I just had hopped in a Mercury (Slatt)
Then we had pulled up like four deep (SEX)
Bitch told me she was just pregnant
I told the bitch she can’t have it, no extortin’ me (Ha)
I had to pick out my carats myself and they yellow, the bitch like a bumblebee (Bee)
I put the dope on the jet and I fly to Seattle to meet me a Portuguese (Turn up)

[Chorus: Gunna]
911 Porsche, it’s emergency (Ooh)
Kick in the door, it’s a burglary (Ooh)
Light his ass up, burnin’ third-degree (Ooh)
Twenty-five racks for a surgery (Ooh)
I know you just actin’ tough
When I really pull up, you gon’ call the authorities (Ooh)
I run it up, gotta see who I really can trust
‘Cause these niggas ain’t for me

[Outro: Young Thug]
I call the play with the stick (Call the play)
And my lil’ ho got a kick (Blatt)
I call the play with the stick (Call the play)
And my lil’ ho got a kick (Blatt)
I call the play with the stick (Call the play)
And my lil’ ho got a kick (Blatt)
I call the play with the stick (Call the play)
And my lil’ ho got a kick (Blatt)

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Rowdy Rebel & A Boogie wit da Hoodie – 9 Bridge Lyrics

[Intro: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I know I don’t never make promises
This time, I mean it, I promise

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
If I tell you, “I got you,” my nigga, I got you
If I say, “I love you,” my nigga, I love you forever
Don’t listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don’t even panic, I know you’re my man
Let’s just hold that shit down like we Bobby and Rowdy
I’ma let you know if you movin’ sloppy
Don’t say that you got me when you never looked
Used to go to the PJs, meet up in the lobby
Now we on the PJ, right to Abu Dhabi

[Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel]
I just bought me a Mulsanne, took her to Spain, she ate me like chicken lo mein
I just FaceTimed thе whole gang
They in LA, they on thеy way to the Bay
Tell ’em I’ll soon be there, jet soon here
Nigga, I put that on ‘caine
I’m in Tampa Bay, straight, I made some bands today, ayy

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Stylist get the style for me, nah, nah, I Amiri the jeans
Hold up, I ain’t never froze up, ’til I went to Elliott, now I see
Clarity in my baguetties and VV’s
Apparently all of my niggas are fleas
Louis Vuitton all the time, I got a house on my arm all the time
All of my pieces is from Eliantte

[Verse 3: Rowdy Rebel]
They catch me drippin’ in front the Barclay
Catch me flying down the Parkway
Smokin’ backpack, broccoli
It’s just me and Boogie, back-to-back
In a Maybach, nigga, pardon me
Got my feet up with my heat tucked
If them lil’ niggas start me, but it’s

[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Fuck everybody, that’s just how I feel, I ain’t feelin’ nobody
I pop on a pill when I’m flyin’ in private, it give me the chills
And I’ll answer with Audi, paranoid, that’s why I move in silence
They ain’t playin’ fair, I move with the chopper
Hit up broski, he gon’ tear up the spot
Watch the pocket-rocket put him right on his pockets

[Verse 5: Rowdy Rebel]
Huh?
Yes, I came up from nothing
Had no shmoney, no clothes, had to get it from nothing
I put the pot in the oven, mixin’ and bakin’ and cookin’ that bitch with my cousin
He said he hot, but he wasn’t
She said she not but she fuckin’, I got that thot bussin’
I got my jewelry bussin’
I got my jewelry hittin’, that’s end of discussion

[Verse 6: A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Rowdy Rebel]
Nineteen, I had dropped out of college
My favorite way to get money was the block
I got too addicted to the money, I’m honest
They thought I was tryna be Speaker Knockerz
I ain’t tryna go out like Speaker Knockerz
Rest in peace, but I keep it a hunnid
Got Ps on my head and even the knockers
I keep it G, yeah, I keep it a hunnid (Huh?)

[Verse 7: Rowdy Rebel]
I keep it G, yeah, I keep it one hunnid
I’m the one that paid the fee for the gunners
I’m the one that bought the piece for the runners
They don’t run on me, I’m good with the numbers
I’ma really fuck it up for the summer
Drop-top, doin’ donuts in Hummers
Opp block with a chopper, I stun on
EBK, I give a fuck ’bout a color, I ride for my brothers

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
If I say, “I love you,” my nigga, I love you forever
Don’t listen to rumors, so you run it by me
Don’t need to panic, I know you’re my man
Let’s just hold that shit down like we Bobby and Rowdy
I’ma let you know if you movin’ sloppy
Don’t say that you got me when you never looked
Used to go to the PJs, meet up in the lobby
Now we on the PJ, right to Abu Dhabi

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​​J. Cole – c l o s e Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Close
Ville-matic, one, one
One, one, one-two, one
One-two, one, one-two, one
One-two, one, one, listen

[Verse]
Close, I stare at my dreams as they approach
Gotta be patient and trust in God, He the coach
Temptations are taking a shortcut, but I don’t
‘Cause I ain’t tryna be a almost, when I get it, I’ma float
Gone are the days we was close
Now when I see you, I look at you just like a ghost
A shell of your former self, so caught up with that dope
Two niggas singin’ two diffеrent notes and you know I gotta coast
Nothin’ but a dollar and some hopе
Up in NY, but damn, what hurts me the most
You was a good nigga, we knew each other’s folks
Now you gotta ride around with the toast and you keep that shit close
‘Cause niggas plottin’ on you since you chose
To roll around with the candy paint on spokes
You know ‘Ville niggas don’t like it when you boast
You know twelve be takin’ notes and they watchin’ you close
But maybe you don’t see ’em ’cause the smoke
Cloudin’ your vision from every cigar that you toke
Plus the lean you sippin’ which started as a joke
Got you now fiendin’ for your next dose, meanwhile I’m so close
Don’t even give a fuck that I’m broke
‘Cause in my mind I’m rich with shit I done wrote
Therefore I’m convinced that this is supposed to happen
And in time I’ma blow, they gon’ label me the GOAT
How long has it been since we spoke?
Last night I jumped up from my sleep, I was soaked
Call it a nightmare, the scene that awoke me
Involved you and niggas I ain’t know, they was creepin’ up close
I saw the heat tucked in they coats
You didn’t notice ’cause you was busy countin’ dough
I tried to yell, but nothin’ came out of my throat
Niggas cocked back the hammers and you froze, in your eyes I saw hope
Hope of a better way to cope with the pain
And the scars, than the lean and the coke
And I swear in that moment I wish we were still close
Maybe I could’ve saved you, but no, trigger squeeze, gun smoke
I opened up my eyes with a jolt
Heart pumpin’ like Usain Bolt
Reached for my phone, missed calls and a text message note
From my mama sayin’ you just got smoked, damn, this life is no joke

[Outro]
Close
Fuck

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​​J. Cole – m y . l i f e Lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole]
Oh, you came there, God
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, Lord
No matter how, no matter how long it take, yeah
No matter how long it take, nigga
Oh, God, yeah
You better be

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Spiralin’ up, just like a rich nigga staircase (Spiral up)
No fly zone, please stay the fuck out my airspace (Out my face)
Niggas say things behind backs that they wouldn’t dare say (Dare say)
Know it’s on sight when I see you, I’m workin’ at Squarespace
Yeah, top of the mornin’, I know that you thought I was dormant
Woke up early from shots that were swarmin’
A block full of opps, now the cops in an orbit
Guess somebody got popped, now thеy knockin’ on doors
Tryna find an informant but I ain’t see nathin’
I’m mindin’ my business as God is my witness
No weapon gon’ prospеr that’s formin’ against me
Nigga, I’m starvin’, immensely
Know when I’m done with these songs, you gon’ miss me
Ja Morant, I’m on my Grizzly
You niggas just cubs but no, not the ones in the big leagues
After The Fall Off, I promise I’m comin’ to sellin’ out Wrigley’s
Nigga, I’m just a product of poverty, full of narcotics to profit off quickly
My family tree got a history of users that struggle with demons
Not really the hustler instincts
Therefore, often, my pockets was empty
So while some of my partners was servin’ up rocks on the corners, the project assemblies
Me, I was startin’ to envy, wanna be on the top where it’s plenty
Wanna be in the spot like where every bitch want me like Rihanna droppin’ new Fenty
What I see in the sky, the ‘Ville is the ceilin’, can’t reach up too high, evidently
Nah, shit, I can’t reach up too high, evidently
Never seen no one drivin’ a Bentley
I can’t be out here moppin’ up Wendys

[Chorus: Morray, J. Cole, Morray & J. Cole]
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it out the struggle, don’t judge me
What you sayin’ now won’t budge me
‘Cause where I come from (Come from), so often (So often)
People you grow up with layin’ in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain and strife
It’s my time now, my world, my life, my life

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Say what? The stuff that I’ve seen got me traumatized
I let the K go when Johnny died
Swangin’ that muhfucka’ side to side
We don’t participate, ain’t with that squashin’ shit, all we believe in is homicide
I got a good heart, so I send teddy bears every time we make they mommas cry
I pray that my past ain’t ahead of me (21)
When I’m in love, I love heavily (On God)
If you betray me, you dead to me (21)
I disrespect you respectfully (Straight up)
I got some partners who left this Earth
Maybe the pain made a better me (On God)
Just know that they secrets is kept with them (On God)
I feel like the streets is in debt with me (Straight up)
I gave my heart away to all the dawg hoes ’cause that’s who accepted me (21)
I blame my pops for that shit ’cause if he didn’t fail, he could’ve corrected me (21)
Give all the props to my momma ’cause no matter what, she always protected me (On God)
I promise you, it ain’t no checkin’ me (On God)
Jump in the water, get wet with me (Straight up, 21, 21)
You want my money or wanna have sex with me?
Can’t let the opps or the law get the best of me
I get to answerin’, you get to textin’ me
I see chicken, you niggas is breast to me
Planted a seed but it ain’t a sesame
Can’t let you niggas or bitches grow next to me

[Chorus: Morray, J. Cole, Morray & J. Cole]
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it out the struggle, don’t judge me
What you sayin’ now won’t budge me
‘Cause where I come from (Come from), so often (So often)
People you grow up with layin’ in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain and strife
It’s my time now, my world, my life, my life

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J. Cole – ​​p r i d e . i s . t h e . d e v i l Lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole]
Uh

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Pride is the Devil
Think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil
It left so many R.I.P.
Pride is the Devil
Think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, yeah, uh

[Post-Chorus: J. Cole]
Terrified, paranoid, I’ll put you over everything to fill the void
And when you’re gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Uh
Terrified, paranoid, I’ll put you over everything to fill the void
And when you’re gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Yеah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Bright lights pass me in the city, it’s emеrgency
I’m thankful ’cause I made it past my thirties, no one murdered me
Still remember vividly the nigga that pulled a gun on me
I’m petrified, but moving like I got no sense of urgency
Pride make a nigga act way harder than he really be
Pride hide the shame when city cut off all utilities
Pride hide the pain of growing up inhaling poverty
Pride make a nigga feel the way that you would follow me
Make a nigga flash a thousand like he hit the lottery
Make a baby mama make shit harder than it gotta be
Make you have to take the bitch to court to see your prodigy
Make you have to use your last resort and pull a robbery
Pride be the reason for the family dichotomy
Got uncles and some aunties that’s too proud to give apologies
Slowly realizing what the root of all my problems be
It got me feeling different when somebody say they proud of me

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Pride is the Devil, uh
I think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, uh
It left so many R.I.P.
Pride is the Devil
I think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, uh, yeah

[Post-Chorus: J. Cole]
Terrified, paranoid, I’ll put you over everything to fill the void
And when you’re gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Uh
Terrified, paranoid, I’ll put you over everything to fill the void
And when you’re gone, will I have anything or will I be destroyed? Yeah

[Bridge: J. Cole]
Too much money to count, what’s the amount?
Check never bounce
I gotta pay a nigga to add it up
Then pay somebody to make sure whatever amount he say he can back it up
Got racks on racks, I’m rackin’ up, stackin’ up
You’re reachin’, I’m actin’ up

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Break it down, weigh it up, now bag it up
Making five a month, that’s regular
Nigga playing with us, that’s a negative
Go back to start, that’s never
I’m a boss, my closet leather
Ain’t no off-days on my schedule
Long as I live, we live forever
Told my twin this shit get better
These niggas done slipped, let me ahead ’em
Got my feet up, I paid silly bands to have sex on the jet
I don’t need ’em, that shit in the past, I’m feelin’ like what’s next
Got my speed up, foot all on the gas, this not a C8 ‘Vette
I can beat ’em, I believe in me, just tell me what’s the bet
All my pride gone, had to lose it all then I got rich
I own five homes, glad some of this shit starting to make sense
I’m staying hella focused and I can’t forget the bigger picture
I can’t even hold you, I didn’t have shit, I won’t forget it
Will I be destroyed?
Come to me with everything, it’s starting to get annoying
I’m addicted to promethazine, it’s crazy, yeah, I know it
All this money coming in, it drive me crazy not to show it
I’ll be crazy if I blow it

[Chorus: J. Cole]
Pride is the Devil, uh
I think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, uh
And it left so many R.I.P.
Pride is the Devil
I think it got a hold on me
Pride is the Devil, uh

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J. Cole – ​​p u n c h i n ’ . t h e . c l o c k Lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole & Damian Lillard]
It ain’t nothing I want more
Ain’t nothing I want more
I ain’t c–
I told you, when I first came here, I said, “I ain’t come here to waste my time”
I came here
They gave us a chance to get in, like we asked for
And that’s, that’s what we here to do
Yeah, nigga, 26
The job still ain’t done
Straight up
But I, I said, “You, you know what I’m here for”

[Verse: J. Cole]
Back on top, punchin’ the clock, clutchin’ sanity
I got more cribs than Habitat for Humanity
Shit profound, we propagating more profanity
Paid off collections from recollections of calamity (Oh shit, look, that nigga gonna shoot)
The shit pop off, I learned to duck under the canopy (Oh shit, run, nigga, run)
‘Til it cool off, they murked a nigga right in front of me
Told him to come off his chain for tryna floss
Died over a cross just like the start of Christianity
When I was a boy, the teacher often reprimanded me (Jermaine)
Thought it was toys, it was a Glock this nigga handed me
I busted the trees, was barely strong enough to squeeze
Bullets traveled through leaves, it probably killed somebody randomly
Ran in the crib and played it off amongst the family
Nightmare scenes, the police finally apprehended me
Woke up screamin’, seen a demon had his hand on me
Still sport the scar on my arm from where he branded me
Like a Que Dog, my niggas burnin’ with the mute off
Loud pack smoke through the cracks, I catch a contact
Triggerin’ a paranoid mindset, now I’m back
Teeterin’ between enlightened and insanity
Now that I’m rich, I feel nobody understandin’ me
All I can do is cut the mic on, holler at you
Can’t let the fame scare me off from speaking candidly
All them niggas is so Kane, they started singin’ like Danity
Now I’m left here, paid like I planned to be, damn

[Outro: Damian Lillard]
A lot of times, those situations are, um, are handled way before the time comes
In the summer, I think when you truly prepare yourself, and
With training and conditioning, and things like that
When you cheat yourself, you fail in those moments
You know, you crash, and when you really put the time in and
Whether people see it, or whether people know it or not
You know, it always come to light