Troy Ave – Pray 4 Me (feat. Touchdown Brown)

[Verse 1]
Runnig through this dough like a bakery
A nigga seen that, he started doing above
(4x) Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word!
Niggas got caught, but they didn’t tell
[Chorus] x4
We really switching rims like I never had ’em!

[Touchdown Brown]
[Chorus]
How many whips do this nigga got?
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
I’ll do anything for my brothers even lay down
Been through some shit and I’m still here
Everything I thought was the opposite
Niggas hate on me and do it faithfully
Age of 15 I jumped off the porch
Through them coins it was fifty bands soap

I used to chase money, now it’s racing me

You know we killed the pussy and we never spared ’em!

Difference is, when I try I be dropping shit
Turn it down, turn it down a little bit

How many cribs do this nigga got?
and how manny of me do I really got? Damn! Damn!
Derek held water and I wished him well
Niggas switched sides, hope they burn in hell

Throw a bass line in there too Troy
Funny homies hanging with the opposites
[Verse 2]
I don’t chase hoes, they be chasing me
Stand up nigga even in a wheelchair
And I love my brothers and I’ll never let them down
Dope Boy Troy, word!
A year before that went and bought a Benz
[Troy Ave Talking]
If you wouldn’t pray for me, pay for me
My best friend died and I went to jail
But when we get it you know we lay them down
Niggas tried to kill me, I be shot and shit
8 years later jawn bought a porsche
(4x) Or spray for me, you, it ain’t shit you can say to me word!
Supposed to drive everyday vrrroooommm
I’m fucking with these birds, fuck fake friends

Justin Timberlake – Say Something (feat. Chris Stapleton) (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)
Is to say nothing at all
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
[Bridge: Justin Timberlake & Chris Stapleton]
No I can’t help myself, no I can’t help myself, no, no, no
Everyone knows all about my transgressions
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
No I can’t help myself, no I can’t help myself, no, no, no
Sometimes the greatest way to say something is to say nothing at all
Caught up in the rhythm of it
(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)

Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
Say something, say something
[Verse 2: Chris Stapleton & Justin Timberlake]
But I can’t help myself, no, I can’t help myself, no, no

Is to say nothing at all
[Bridge: Justin Timberlake & Chris Stapleton]
Still in my heart somewhere, there’s melody and harmony
[Intro: Justin Timberlake]
Caught up in the middle of it

For you and me, tonight (whoa)
Sometimes the greatest way to say something is to say nothing

[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Chris Stapleton]
(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)
Is to say nothing
But I can’t get help myself, no I can’t help myself, no, no
Say something, say something
But I can’t help myself, no I can’t help myself, no, no
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
No I can’t help myself, no I can’t help myself, no, no, no

[Chorus: Justin Timberlake]
Sometimes the greatest way to say something is to say nothing at all

Everybody says say something
Oh, yeah, alright
And in my heart somewhere I wanna go there
(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have

Ooh
[Chorus 2: Both & Justin Timberlake]
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
Caught up in the rhythm of it
Everybody says say something
[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Chris Stapleton]
I hear them call my name
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have
Caught up in the middle of it
(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)
[Verse 1: Justin Timberlake]
Caught up in the rhythm of it

(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)
Maybe I’m looking something I can’t have

Say something, say something
(maybe I’m looking something I can’t have)
Say something, say something
[Chorus: Chris Stapleton & Justin Timberlake]
I don’t want to get caught, up in the rhythm of it
I don’t wanna get caught, up in the rhythm of it
Sometimes the greatest way to say something
[Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake & Chris Stapleton]
(maybe I’m looking something that I can’t have)
Sometimes the greatest way to say something
Everyone knows all about my direction
Sometimes the greatest way to say something
Caught up in the middle of it
Still I don’t go there

Justin Timberlake – Supplies (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Ooh, I wanna see everything

Supplie-ie-ies
‘Cause I’ll be the light when you can’t see
I’ll be the wood when you need heat
This here when I drop in, girl

[Chorus]

Some shit’s about to go down, I’ll be the one with the level head

[Chorus]
Supplie-ie-ies

I got you, I got supplie-ie-ies
I got you, I got supplie-ie-ies
It makes me a generous lover
‘Cause I’ll be the light when you can’t see
Yeah, there ain’t no need of stopping, girl
Ain’t no need of stopping, girl
[Pre-Chorus]
Supplie-ie-ies
Some shit’s ’bout to go down, I’ll be the one with the level head
Supplie-ie-ies
Yeah, there ain’t no need of stopping, girl
I’ll be the wood when you need heat
Saw you being cornered by some guy you used to know
Flew in on a 3 AM just to show up and hear your sounds
‘Cause I got supplie-ie-ies
Ain’t no need of stopping, girl
I work, work when I clock in, girl (okay)
Ain’t no need of stopping, girl
I don’t know if you remember this, but I was out of town
Baby, we’ll be living in The Walking Dead
The world could end now
[Verse 3]
I want it all on the table
Baby, we’ll be living in The Walking Dead
‘Cause I got supplie-ie-ies
Baby, we’ll be living in The Walking Dead
[Bridge]

The multiple times, stop, hit the set
The world could end now
The world could end now
Yeah, okay
You ain’t had it that way, I can guarantee you that
Met you out on Broadway on the hottest night in town
[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause I got supplie-ie-ies

[Pre-Chorus]
Some shit’s ’bout to go down, I’ll be the one with the level head
We arrived solo but we were being chased around
I’ll be the wood when you need heat
Now I wanna know everything
Can’t nobody top it, girl

Stepped in between the both of y’all
Ain’t no better option, girl (okay)
I’ll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity
Supplie-ie-ies
So don’t leave a single detail out
I’ll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity
Don’t leave a single detail out
The personal way to, wait
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
[Refrain]

Yeah, okay
I’ll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity
Supplie-ie-ies

I’ll be the light when you can’t see
[Verse 1]
[Refrain]
I’ll get my lighter, just fell out
Ain’t nobody stopping, girl
I got you, I got supplie-ie-ies
Said "I’m leaving, do you wanna go?"

Rich Brian – Introvert (feat. Joji) (Lyric Video)

Every single night I’ve been stayin’ up
Been livin’ life like it’s a tournament
Every time I go closer to the road, leavin’ my light
Sittin’ in my crib thinkin’ ’bout shit
Every time I go closer to the road, leavin’ my light
I just wanna know why I’m feelin’ so lonely at night
Coulda made that move, I’m regrettin’ it
Yeah, hole in my soul, don’t know how to fill it up
[Bridge: Joji & Rich Brian]
Feelin’ so low, like I’m on 2%
I just wanna know why I’m feelin’ so lonely at night
Can’t change my ways, sins all white, get through my days
I don’t care, but I fight, we don’t lose, we just ride, let it ride
(My way, my way, my way)
That I never done, but I wish I did
[Chorus: Joji]
I just want to know why I’m feelin’ so lonely at night

Get me through the day (get me through the-)
And my time is slowly tickin’ now, I don’t wanna wait anymore
This just how your boy was raised, vigilant in every way
Tell myself run, ain’t no lookin’ back
I don’t care, but I fight, we don’t lose, we just ride, let it ride
My imagination’s takin’ flight and it’s takin’ off
[Chorus: Joji]
It’s my fault, it’s my life, I’m so cold, I’m so high, get it right
Please don’t run me, I’ve just lost my way

Don’t wanna be erased, wanna make a change

Be an independent man, I might just suck my own dick
Back on my old ways, on my old Mac
[Verse 2: Rich Brian]

[Chorus: Joji]
Fuck that, tryna get myself my own crib
Thinkin’ ’bout my old days, I’ll never go back
Loneliness turned off and now it’s on again
It’s my fault, it’s my life, I’m so cold, I’m so high, get it right
Ain’t got time, baby just tryna gold dig
Actin’ like I’m fine, but I’m losin’ it
Gotta get through all the people that I roll with
I don’t care, but I fight, we don’t lose, we just ride, let it ride
Only time I do is when I’m reachin’ for the stack
[Verse 1: Rich Brian]
Cannot let nobody in, hopin’ that they understand
Leave no trace of my misery, get me through the day
Coulda kissed that girl, but it ain’t relevant
It’s my fault, it’s my life, I’m so cold, I’m so high, get it right
Every time I go closer to the road, leavin’ my light

Rich Homie Quan – Changed

We in Miami on Biscayne
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
Told mama close the door, ’cause I’m jumpin’ off the porch
I ain’t never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep
Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten
If you ever thought I was going broke
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
Hustling hard to keep the rent paid
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade

Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
Money made, but I’m the same me, nigga
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody

My only friend is a Ben Frank
Oh, now I’m up by Biscayne
I wanted money just like Kinte
Albert Einstein, I’m insane
I wasn’t in the club, put it up, I was saving
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
[Verse 1]
But I’m a fool with them numbers on the corner with some lumber
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I put a lil’ money in my smile, that the reason I show my teeth
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement
Forty-thousand for the big face
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade
I flushed it all when them folks came
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
Never switch it up, I’m the same Quan
Teachers told me I would never make
I’ve been doing this shit since sixth grade

Lock that money in a big safe
Teachers told me I would never make
Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist
Fuck you then
We ’bout to party just like Rick James
No money off these words, now I’m not worried ’bout nobody
We in Miami on Biscayne
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
[Intro]
Forty-thousand for the big face
Came home, saw a million, then I made some
[Chorus]
You thought wrong, my nigga
If you ever think I was falling off
And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down
Told that same teacher, "Look at me" and I didn’t go to college
Ain’t no tint up on the cars, so I know they know it’s me
I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga?

[Chorus]
Forty-thousand for the big face
Don’t let that money fool ya, boy, ain’t shit changed
We in Miami on Biscayne
And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month just to roll up my weed

In the trap, got off a whole thang
Teachers told me I would never make
My only mission is to get paid

smokepurpp – Geek A Lot

I want the brain, want the top
Lil Purpp, aye this shit sound Smokepurpp as fuck
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
Tell one to come in my spot
Diamonds just water, they came from a tank
She see the racks on the floor and she hop on my dick like she was a grasshopper
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok
[Chorus]
Oh my God, Ronny
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
[Intro]
Stop tryin’ come in my spot

Tell one to come in my spot
[Chorus]
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Gucci my kicks, I got designer from head to my kicks

And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Stop tryin’ come in my spot
I could just fuck any bitch

I want the brain, want the top
And I got VVS diamonds my watch
Tell one to come in my spot
Look at my Backwood it’s full of that stank
Big choppas, ride with mad yoppas
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
I’m off the Xan, pour the Wok

Even my pants are designer, they Rick
I want the brain, want the top
I pop a bean and get racks at the bank
Wait, yeah I got rich
Lil Purpp bless yo trap
I’m off the bean, not the Wok
She say my gas really hit
[Verse]
Smokin’ on thoink with yo bitch
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
Damn, I geek a lot, I geek a lot and a lot
Walk in the mall and spend a lil’ brick
I’m off the Xan and I’m off the drank

Key Glock – Hot

Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
And you not, hah
[Chorus]

I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
Ah shit, breaking news, he got hit with the tool
[Verse 2]
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
Every time I’m Gucci’d down, I be styling

Goddamn Lil Glock, you too hot
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
No I don’t wear no Trues, but my pockets on Buddha
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
How you rack your bands and get another drop?
How you put all of them diamonds in your watch?
Naw we don’t play around, turn your smile into a frown

[Verse 1]
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out
Hey I know I’m hot

[Chorus]
Same young nigga riding ’round with them rounds
Mister pull up let it pop, mister don’t play ’bout his guap
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
Goddamn all this water got me drowning
Hey
I been fly bitch, I don’t need no pilot
[Intro]
Racks for my shirt, belt, and shoes, I’m fresher than you
Pipe down lil nigga, you ain’t hot
Make my niggas clear the crowd
My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medula

Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock

Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
And ever since a tot I been playin’ ’round with them blocks
VVS’s, forty thousand my medallion
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like ooh
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
You just the same nigga riding ’round talking down
Run in when them guns sound (gang shit)
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
[Chorus]
Close your legs, ho give me top, and my coupe cruise like a yacht
All these niggas say they hot, shit you must not heard of Glock
Very large amounts, yeah you know what I’m about
Why the fuck you go and get another charm?
No we don’t play around, get ’em in and get ’em out
I came up off the block then turned all my rocks into jewels, bitch
I just left the lot, yeah you know I gets a lot
They came up on the block and then they sweeped it like a broom

Kodak Black – Erykah Badu

This is orange, don’t say tangerine cause I will get offended
Remember I was in a sticky one, reality done hit me
They be leechin’, they be watchin’
[Verse 1]
I’m just chillin’, I’m just livin’
I was raised in a dope hole, posted on the stroll
In a busted bus, nigga, my interior peanut butter
Keep the K cause I got knowledge
Can’t keep these bitches off me
I be geekin’ like I’m Urkle
I be limpin’ when I’m walkin’
In a stolo smokin’ reefer, rockin’ Polo in Adidas
Aye
I will milly rock on any block fuckin’ Kodak boppin’
I’m a come through bouncin’ in that orange, you’ll think I’m Tigger
I don’t know you bitch, let me get your social

And believe me, I ain’t conceited
Think before I do the shit, false move a culprit
She be geekin’ off the molly
Put a nigga in a choke hold ‘fore I sell my soul
Nigga what would God do, if we can fuckin’ switch positions
I be ballin’ like Pheonix, but they say I’m hooked on phonic
[Verse 2]
I don’t care none ’bout these foreigns, I’ll pull up in a ‘Yota
Got a power stayin’ bulker and another on commercial
Ridin’ olo with the Nina, I don’t know no nigga meaner

Nigga what would y’all do, if you could be me for minute
If I ever meet Erykah Badu, I’ma fuck her
And so what if I’m conceited, that’s just me but that’s my business
Got plans for tomorrow, been a man and [?]
Settin’ trends, goin’ Super Saiyan, whipped out like Vegeta
It’s whatever, I’ll rock a fella, and I’m on a jigga
I would rather hit the fuckin’ plug before I go commercial
A lil soldier from off Nolia
I be drippin’, I be saucin’
Prolly not, it prolly is, really think that I’ll feed her
Aye repeat what you just said cause I was rollin’ when you told me
Stop that tweet, I’ll murk you
I’m turned up on a jolly
I will hit a nigga with that Glock, don’t really do no talkin’
I was in the DMV and I was runnin’ up to meter
You know I don’t fuckin’ give a damn, whack you and your mammy
Shawty said that that my kid, prolly is cause I was beatin’ her
[Intro]
Boy these niggas will make you kill some, they always in they feelings
Crackers came and got my uncle and he went in in December
Now my bitch think I’m trippin’, got her trynna stalk me
Call me K, I got to always keep the K cause I got knowledge
If I ever see you, out in public, I’ma touch you
Threw a meat, stayin’ busta free, I’ll bust a busta
Since I’m always fuckin’ eatin’ M’s, wet the cutlass candy
I will Diddy bop on any thot, she suck me ’till she coughin’
I’m so fucked up in the noggin’
You won’t catch a nigga tweetin’
I be hearin’ bitches talkin’
I be schemin’, I be plottin’
Call me K, I got knowledge
Ight come on
I will let it rip on all of y’all, just try me bitch I promise
Can’t believe what you just said bitch I be [?]

I can’t stay from out the corner
Project baby, grew up in the park, you can call me Tigger
I want Actavis Promethazine, don’t want that shit you sippin’

Tee Grizzley – First Day Out (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill)

(What?) Thank God, ain’t it a blessin’?
Ayy, who you lil’ niggas talkin’ to?

Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all (find y’all)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
I’m the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
After them chi-chis, writin’ them letters (what else? What else?)
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
Rosecrans, the hottest daily, Free G-Weeder, that’s my family
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (for real)
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball (‘Bron ball)
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’ (Hov’)
Bein’ broke did somethin’ to my soul (soul)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
These niggas prayed on my downfall
Why you niggas askin’ for my number? I don’t fuck with you
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, "What’s that?"
I made a milli from rappin’ and I ain’t look back
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it’s fashion
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell (for real)
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s comin’ off of you
Persia to [?], now it’s New York to Cali
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we don’t mind y’all (mind y’all)
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
They still prayin’ for my downfall (Free Meek)
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us (hey)
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin’ lemonade

Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
We made it out from State, went from all that stressin’
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like I’m average
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Only joke around the circle, don’t let niggas see you laughin’
I feel ’em prayin’ on my downfall
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
If you ain’t my mans and we argue, I’m offin’ you
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)

Got these niggas pocket watchin’, they like what he paid
With the D’usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no
[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]

I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale (Yale)
Now them same niggas won’t breathe again, speak again

Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
Don’t take this bag if it’s too much for you to manage
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch

Tay-K – After You

I tote the gat ’cause I have to, you tote it ’cause it’s fashionable (grahh, gang)
Y-Y-You get robbed for your flashy shoes
Nigga, that Glizzy don’t get passed to you (bitch)

1, 2, 3, call Blast for you, the choppa stock detachable (nigga, whatchu wanna do?)
Ni-Ni-Nigga wanna show his ass like a baboon (like a fucking baboon)
Sh-Sh-She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
[Verse 1]
This Gosha international, touch and bullets come after you (pew, pew)
Bitch, you get robbed for your rackables

Now he’s a hashtag, now he’s a tattoo (now you’re a tattoo)
Bitch, you get robbed for your rackables
Nigga, you wouldn’t even shoot if you had to shoot
Wanna be a class coon? You get ate like fast food (you get ate like fast food)
Tears in the water unpassable (skirr), we pop out in the afternoon (skirr)
You want beef? Just ask dude, number nine on my chest, and my ass dude (gang)
Foenem go in first, I go after you (grahh)
She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
Sh-Sh-She said, "Give me head" bitch, after you (bitch)
See through you like a glassroom, I nothing to ask you (gang)
[Chorus]
You won’t walk, you gon’ crawl away like a raccoon (like a fucking raccoon)
Now his bitch’s ass on my dick, bathroom (in the fucking bathroom)
Foenem gon’ go first first, I go after you
Foenem go in first, I go after you (grahh)
[Chorus]
Hands in the air like a statue, I will shoot you in a classroom (fucking classroom)
Y-Y-You get robbed for your flashy shoes

The Diplomats – The First

Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
On the 11th, you gon’ be broke again
It’s the first of the month…
When I beef, names’ll be said, tools’ll be spread
I’m more like a thug misproving the odds
It’s the first of the month…
We been ready it’s just that our promotion was not
The moon and the stars
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
I’m speeding, I’m weaving, I’m bugging my eye on the street
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
How you older than me, and still a little nigga?
Word to Jehovah man
Divide that payroll, ay yo

The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
We’re more like a movement, more like in tuned with

Yo, now I’m the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
You rolling or not?
Hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
We got big trucks with chrome, Taliban action
I’m what the people call a menace to the public society
Don’t be the reason I be, aiming this Eagle, my aim’s to get equal

Holla
Y’all know the struggle
It’s the first of the month…
[Hook: Cam’ron]
Fuck ’em I’m driving, I’m puffing I’m high as can be
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones Capo Status

Black, British and Walter, the phone call’ll cost ya
We still going through it
[Hook: Cam’ron]
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
It’s the first of the month…
Welfare, medicade (wooo!), the liquor stores
Uh, you niggas follow my plot?
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
It’s the first of the month…
’til I’m rich and these mils don’t matter
Cause what I deal with is usually Feds on the first
But I could be caught, pissy, clubs, saloons and them bars
Some say I soon will be doomed for them bars
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

It’s the first of the month…
Cam signed to the Roc, it’s time that we eat
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s fucked up the way the game painted our image

But I can’t blame no one for this, I’m alright with that
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ayo my Dipset Taliban, we are not a crew
Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro
The first and fifteenth
Runnin around all crazy, the city, with my goons in them cars

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
Dog in the news’ll get read
They say we dangerous people
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Yo, yo I swear to God, you’ll think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
With rocks to disperse like, shots from a rifle
Wake up, wake up
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again
[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Shit, it’s the first of the month
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
On the first, I hate these chickens
Harlem, my Taliban
On the 8-0 in Waco, I tell him lay low, ba’ bro
T-Money’s home and he’s never going back in
Fuck ’em I’m riding, my gun on the side of me
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
The industry think that they grooming a star, nah
Roc-A-Fella, woo!

It’s the first of the month…
Eastside, B’s up
It’s the first of the month…
The takeover’s now, y’all focused or not?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
Why, because we movin ‘caine to the people
[Outro: Jim Jones]
[Verse 4: Cam’ron]
See they tainted our image
Harlem’s back, this time it’s for keeps
It’s the first of the month…
Stone cold hustler, ain’t no fucking denying me

Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they fridge
So I decided I’ma milk these crackers for all they, milk and crackers
Killa the Don, Juelz Santana, FREEKEY!!
[Verse 5: Jim Jones]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
I tell ’em
[Hook: Cam’ron]
Come on, yo, yo
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend (not at all)

Shenea Easton – For Your Eyes Only

You see what no one else can see, and now I’m breaking free.
For your eyes only, can see me through the night.
For your eyes only, the nights are never cold.
I never felt until I looked at you.
The passions that collide in me, the wild abandoned side of me.
But you won’t need to read between the lines.
For your eyes only, only for you.
You can see so much in me, so much in me that’s new.
For your eyes only, only for you.
Only for you, for your eyes only.
The love I know you need in me, the fantasy you’ve freed in me.
You’ll see what no one else can see, and now I’m breaking free.
Only for you, only for you.
For your eyes only, I never need to hide.
For your eyes only, only for you.
For your eyes only, only for you.
You really know me, that’s all I need to know.
Songwriters: Bill Conti / Michael Leeson / Mick Leeson
Maybe I’m an open book because I know you’re mine,

Random Music News for Monday, February 5, 2018

Random Music News for Monday, February 5, 2018
Seriously not well. Not surprisingly, it was “If You Love Somebody Set Them Free.”
If you hate the idea of bowel songs coming out of the bathroom, you need this new toilet. Logic’s Grammy performance of the song “1-800-273-8255” with Alessia Cara and Khalid resulted in a tripling of calls the Suicide Prevention Hotline. That means ribs for dinner every night. This Grammy moment actually saved some lives. This is one big money Prince memorabilia auction. This is why it’s good to be Lenny Kravitz. Lady Gaga is not well. Apple Music now claims 36 million paid subscribers. Streaming continues to get hotter. Thom Yorke gets into the business of soundtracks just like bandmate Jonny Greenwood. I’m in Nashville all this week for a radio seminar and to do some interviews for Vintage-TV. This song from Sting resulted in a charge of domestic battery. Here’s a good news man-reunited-with-his-stolen-guitar story. Only Ed Sheeran would think of asking Beyonce to sing at his wedding. Jack White’s Third Man Records has announced its second children’s book. They will now stop because of ONE complaint. Bands recall their terrible first gigs. Sometimes things get dire and musicians have to sell some treasured possessions. Mashing up music and an old-school auctioneer: This is fun for a Monday. This is officially the weirdest radio station in the UK. These church bells have rung every night for 239 years. Here’s the music news for February 5, 2018. Speaking of the Grammys, Father John Misty belatedly accepted his award with this hysterical little speech. (Via Tom)
A new documentary is coming that follows the Beatles through their famous trip to India is coming. This isn’t good.

New Music from the Inbox for February 5, 2018: Kate Nash, Lemuria, Ellevator, & More!

New Music from the Inbox for February 5, 2018: Kate Nash, Lemuria, Ellevator, & More!
Listen:

Artist: Ten Minute Detour
Song: “Woodshed”
Album: Single

An addictive, throbbing tune, the latest single from Calgary’s Ten Minute Detour gives listeners an idea of what to expect on their upcoming album. Listen: Watch:

Artist: Lemuria
Song: “Christine Perfect”
Album: Recreational Hate

Buffalo-based Indie band Lemuria constantly evolve their sound, drawing from a wide range of inspirations and interests. Artist: Kate Nash
Song: “Drink About You”
Album: Single

Kate Nash’s latest single is a fun, sugary, and infectious bubblegum pop song. Watch:

Artist: Ellevator
Song: “New Survival”
Album: Single

From Hamilton, Ellevator’s music features raw lyricism and quiet power. Talib Kweli
Album: Single

A fusion of live instruments, world influences, and lush electronic production, ethnomusicologist Will Magid’s Balkan Bump teamed up with Talib Kweli for his latest energetic single. Watch:

Artist: YACHT
Song: “Hard World”
Album: Strawberry Moon EP

Los Angeles duo YACHT share a homage to the city they love with this song and video from their latest EP. Watch:

Artist: Balkan Bump
Song: “Aymo” feat.

How big has podcasting become? This infographic explains everything

How big has podcasting become? This infographic explains everything
Podcasting has moved far beyond just behind a fad. Hell, my Ongoing History of New Music podcast has been downloaded 1.25 million times in its first year. This infographic from Visual Capitalist explains just how big. (Thanks to Bobby for the link.)

Courtesy of: Visual Capitalist