Vybz Kartel and Alkaline are among a handful of artists who came under scrutiny from law enforcement last week for violent music videos.

Both dancehall artists who are at the top of their game in the Jamaican music space right now are arch enemies but feels the exact same about this topic, that artists creative freedom are under attack. Vybz Kartel and Masicka music video “Infrared” and Alkaline music video “After All” both depict fictional crime sprees and involves police officers, guns and in one case an armored truck.

“You never hear authorities speaking out against violent movies shown in theaters and on TV but as soon as a ghetto youth put something out they attack it,” a rep for Vybz Kartel told Dancehall HipHop. “This is not just an attack on the creative freedom of our entertainment industry, but a clear bias towards the elites. Instead of support our own industry we are fighting against it.”

Alkaline issued a statement apologizing for the video in which a female police officer performed a sexual act on the deejay, but he also feels that artists should be allowed to express their creative freedom. “With respect to the situation surrounding the video, Afterall, which was released on May 18, 2017, and directed by Jay Will, the artiste reserves the right to creative licence in expressing the contents of the song artistically with the relevant props,” Alkaline, real name Earlan Bartley, said.




[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I just keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on tryin’
I just keep on tryin’

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you’ll love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my

[Verse 1: Cal Scruby]
Hello, this is my life in your TV
I overdose in that night life, them bright lights and bikinis
I keep my hand on that gold bottle, I’m tryna find me that genie
They say money doesn’t buy happiness, but I’d rather cry in that
Lamborghini
Damn, I don’t know who I am
I just know who I wanna be
No looking back, everything is in front of me
I never act like they puttin’ a gun to me
I ain’t stuck up, same motherfucker that I’ve always been
You must’ve got me fucked up, because I ain’t tryna get that all white Benz
Never that though
Been on my job, sayin’ I’m different now
Say I don’t listen now
I don’t got time to pick up the phone to hear what you bitching ’bout
I’m on a mission, feel like I’m missin’ now
Bitch you ain’t in my position now
You never walked a mile in my shoes
I’m feeling so distant now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you’ll love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Welcome to my life

[Verse 2: Cal Scruby]
I’ve been thinkin’ too much, I wonder if I did that right
I’ve been drinkin’ too much, I don’t know what I did last night
Tried talk to myself like, you don’t really wanna live that life
I wanted it all to myself like, you don’t wanna give that life, away
But I gotta leave, I can’t stay
Part of me say "Keep going", that other hand say "Quit playing"
Gotta keep prayin’ (prayin’)
Even when I got it all , all these broads and alcohol
Livin’ on the edge, I’m bound to fall (fall)
But I stay movin’, stay climbin’ (climbin’)
Puttin’ in work, I stay grindin’ (grindin’)
Lookin’ for the answer, can’t find it (can’t find it)
That’s the truth, I can’t hide it (hide it)
Now or never forever, that’s how I’m livin’ my life
It’s hard to plan for tomorrow, when you just live for the night

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I just keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on tryin’
I just keep on tryin’

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you, you’ll love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lying on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Welcome to my


Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on trying
I just keep on trying

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lieing on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my life

[Verse: Cal Scruby]
This is my life in your TV
I overdose in that night life, them bright lights and bikinis
I keep my hand on that gold bottle, I keep my hand on that genie
They say money doesn’t buy happiness but I’d rather cry in a Lamborghini
Damn, I don’t know who I am
I just know who I wanna be
No looking back, everything is in front of me
I never act like they puttin’ a gun to me
I ain’t stuck up, same motherfucker I’ve always been
You must’ve got be fucked up, because I ain’t get than old white Benz
Never that though
Been on my job, sayin’ I’m different now
Say I don’t listen now
I don’t got time to pick up the phone to hear what you bitching ’bout
I’m on a mission, feel like I’m [??] now
[??] you wait in my position now
You never wanted my [??] shoes, I feel so distant now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lieing on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my life

[Verse 2: Cal Scruby]
I’ve been thinking too much, I wonder if I did that right
I’ve been drinking too much, I don’t know what I did last night
Tried talk to myself like you don’t really wanna live that life
I wanted it all to myself like you don’t wanna give that life
Oh wait, but I gotta leave, I can’t stay
Part of me say “Keep going”, the other hand say “Quit playing”


Every dream in my head
It’s like a mountain that I keep climbing
And when I get to the edge
I turn around and put that dream behind me
And it never feels the way I want
But I keep on trying
I just keep on trying

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lieing on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my life

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[Verse: Cal Scruby]
This is my life in your TV
I overdose in that night life, them bright lights and bikinis
I keep my hand on that gold bottle, I keep my hand on that genie
They say money doesn’t buy happiness but I’d rather cry in a Lamborghini
Damn, I don’t know who I am
I just know who I wanna be
No looking back, everything is in front of me
I never act like they puttin’ a gun to me
I ain’t stuck up, same motherfucker I’ve always been
You must’ve got be fucked up, because I ain’t get than old white Benz
Never that though
Been on my job, sayin’ I’m different now
Say I don’t listen now
I don’t got time to pick up the phone to hear what you bitching ’bout
I’m on a mission, feel like I’m [??] now
[??] you wait in my position now
You never wanted my [??] shoes, I feel so distant now

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Have you been there?
Have you seen it all?
Have you done this once before?
Did they tell you love this life and all these lights?
Now you’re lieing on the floor
And they know, what doesn’t kill you makes you want it more
And this is your life
Your life, your life

[Post-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Ow! Welcome to my life

[Verse 2: Cal Scruby]
I’ve been thinking too much, I wonder if I did that right
I’ve been drinking too much, I don’t know what I did last night
Tried talk to myself like you don’t really wanna live that life
I wanted it all to myself like you don’t wanna give that life
Oh wait, but I gotta leave, I can’t stay
Part of me say “Keep going”, the other hand say “Quit playing”


Call her super, she’s missing [?]
We’re taking frame by frame, she’s stuck in my picture
and I could’ve just erase her but I won’t
‘Cause like this she’d get it what she wanted, this I know
She let us walk and do the talking
And I’m done for what she wants
Feel the smoky, heavy breathing, but the body, body talk
We’re not ordinary people falling ordinary love
She likes it and I want it this I know
And she likes it and I want it

Like teenage talking
And now we’re putting into motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you
We’re teenage rocking
And she’s moving this to motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you

[?] darky sheets, she drinking me up
Don’t feel her face, I’m feeling my brains out
Yeah, she caught the midnight TV she sees in the dark
And I like it and she wants it, this I know
And I like it and she wants it

Like teenage talking
And now we’re putting into motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you
We’re teenage rocking
And she’s moving this to motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you

Love, love you
Let me love, love you
(x2)

She let us walk and do the talking
And I’m done for what she wants
Feel the smoky, heavy breathing, but the body, body talk
We’re not ordinary people falling ordinary love
She likes it and I want it

Like teenage talking
And now we’re putting into motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you
We’re teenage rocking
And she’s moving this to motion
Let me love, love you
Let me love, love you

Love, love you
Let me love, love you
(x2)


Uh,
Sitting by the river with you
Holding the hand down in my hands
I don’t wanna grab it
Simply kiss back
I’ve drown myself while
Baby is gone
We don’t need no time for where we going
I lovely said my name very slowing
I hope that showing
Baby, you is all I wanna do
I think I wanna spell it too

Going to a place that only we know
Comfort cabana baby lay on
Lay on the peace, no time for TV
Put on my clothes and make the lady
that you can put it down only
We can talk about nothing
Just look in any eyes there’s something, yeah
Baby you will never want for nothing
I love you, baby

Baby, you is all I wanna do
I think I wanna spell it too

We’ll sail, yeah, we will sail
zzzz, baby
And zzzz
You and me, we can do truly zzzz
We are truly meant to be
Yeah, no, no, no


[Intro: Faith Evans & Bryson Tiller]
Oh, my inspiration comes from you, oh
So you think you got what it takes
To be my ride or die?
Okay
We shall see

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I been out here soul searchin’
Ayy, say you still got it, girl, what makes you so certain?
Hit it, quit it, then went cold turkey
You been committed through this whole journey
Got a girl that don’t expect as much from me
That’s why she gets so much love from me
She just might be the one for me
Ain’t no need to question, down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set if off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop 2, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come

[Verse 2]
Do you remember them days, I would cut school and come to you
Ma’ was cool so I got comfortable
Sleeping on the couch, sneak up to your room, ayy
I found out you was a freak too soon, ayy
Your family thought we had baby too soon, phh
I told your family not to speak too soon, ayy
Three years later, I’m on TV
Now your brother, he envy me
I don’t know what the fuck he be on, ayy
Cool with me cool, we was never friends
He put your mama under stress, I put her in a Benz
Even though she put me in the streets, she made amends
Watchin’ over my baby’s nigga
‘Case her son wanna go back to his ways and be a street nigga
Plus my girl just copped the heat, nigga
And she gon’ kill almost any nigga
Including me, nigga
Ain’t nobody who could be with her, ‘cept for me
That’s my down bitch

[Chorus]
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me
She ‘a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she ‘a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me

[Outro: Bryson Tiller & Unknown]
Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, think she’ll fuck with this song?
Yeah, I hope so nigga
She ain’t call me back for some reason
Oh well, I love her


[Verse 1: Styles P]
I am a brown guy
But don’t call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that’s a nigga b
Nigga ain’t a color, it’s a mindstate, you diggin’ me?
Maybe not, I get it tho
But all them white boys blowin’ weed they some niggas too
The difference is they got white privileges
Cops will kill me but I doubt that they kill ’em too
This ain’t a stab or a jab
But I’m feeling kinda mad they ain’t treated like a villain too
His weed is good as mine, his gun bigger than mine
And he motherfucking chilling too
Now if my color make you hate me then I hope you go blind
And can’t see what your children do
Now that sound kinda harsh
But you would feel like I feel if you had black children too
Racism make you sayin’ and I shoulda have your man
Sittin’ there with the sick face
A dickface, you a dickhead
And what you gonna to with all the people from a mixed race
America is a sick place (you know)
But we paint it to be good
This is big city talk that we spreadin’ worldwide
Coming from a humble nigga coming out a poor hood, ghost

[Bridge]
Styles P, Talib Kweli, The Seven

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Life of a brown guy
Travel ’round the would with the name of a Muslim man
Now there are some up- and some downsides
The downside is niggas get their spinal cord shattered in police vans
I ain’t a Muslim but my friends is
Grew up Christian now I’m sorta spiritual I know it’s cliché
I see colors in the music
We switch it up, you see the gods mix it up like a DJ
You say you’re hating based on race, huh
And that you’re colorblind and you like Hip-Hop
Like that’s some kind of call like you can’t get punched in the face, huh
That’s why the Hindus and the Sikhs being abused by Islamophobes
Extremism is ugly no matter what or where
People who don’t believe in god kill all the time
The Bible more violent than the Quran, you see what’s in there?
Ain’t no belief system got a monopoly on all the crime
I judge a man by his actions and by his enemies
But they don’t show themselves without a good reason
This ain’t a TV show, nigga
They think they know the hood cause they seen The Wire, the good seasons
I don’t need your sympathy
I don’t need your empathy your opinion is not required here
That’s why you’re hidin’ on the Internet
‘Cause all that ‘Nigga’-shit you’re writin’ will probably get you fired, yeah
Fucked up, too


Gimme a new single Make me a new baby
Gonna eat all the candy while you straddle and lay me
Gonna to know all the words before you come on top
And I sing them back at you while you try to nap
While the world rides on, we’re so happy to be listening to our radio
Our savior, oh
While the world melts on down we’re so happy to be listening to our radio, now break it on down slow
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Now don’t you look good sucking american dick
You’re so surprised they like you
You’re so cute and so quick
Singin’ I’ve got the moves of a TV queen
Folk girl hero in a magazine
Faking the truth in a new pop song
Don’t you wanna sing along
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Highway blues and gasoline fumes, it’s all I seem to make while I’m playin’ my tunes
I know the rules I ask for it too
But I just keep on yelling, keep on running, never stopping
Do you got the moves to make it stick yeah to get the clicks yeah
Technicolor our every move
Can you keep them coming like a machine yeah
The old Blue Jean, yeah
What can we do to get you on the news?
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, wait till they forget you though, slave to the radio
Three point three oh
Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
Three point three oh


[Intro: Krizz Kaliko & Mackenzie Nicole]
Yeah
Kali baby on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)
Yeah (Cold World)
Baby girl on the left side, baby on the right side (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Mackenzie Nicole]
This year is mine get your hand off the pie
I’m a good girl and I’m never a thot
People see me, think they know what I got
Well I got the money, just give me a shot (ayoo)
The way that I’m living, don’t have to get used to
Money from the booth too, Strange life is beautiful (en fuego)
I’m somewhere thawn out from that cold
Live this way ’till I’m old
Stay on my toes

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes

[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]
Look, well I ain’t never been on TV
Nah, I maybe once, but I ain’t never been on BET
Ain’t no telling what they wanting
Tryna get the cake like Duncan
Ain’t that somthin’
They get no frontin’
Me and Nina get it jumpin’
That’s where we at, where we at, in case anybody say somethin’
See the way my bank account is set up, I got a checking and savings
Keep my foot on the gas and don’t let up
Niggas so what is you saying?
Yeah I quit school but I rock chalk
I came here to ball
Ain’t bout to argue with y’all, make y’all talk (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Since a lot of y’all and a few of us
I’m coming to get it now and I mean it nigga, I take the bus
You see me with baby girl, that’s a check coming, we add that
In my Jordans, I’m on my toes
Y’alls froze, we clap back
Kali, baby

[Hook: Mackenzie Nicole]
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
You don’t have to tell me, I already know
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
I stay on my toes, I stay on my toes
Don’t say it to me, just wait ’till I go
Shoe game, Liu Kang, stay on my toes

[Outro: Mackenzie Nicole]
From the left side baby to the right side baby
From the left side baby to the right side, you can tell when I walk in
And then I walk out, I
You can tell when I walk in
When I walk , I
Stay on my toes
From the left side baby to the right side baby


I’ve been up in my head all day
Wow me up, I might be going insane
Watching all my friends on the TV again
Singing all the songs that I wrote for them
Might be on to getting my own way
Head up to the rooftop, smoke a little too much
Know I’m gonna lose my voice again
And I wanna unlock, laughing til we can’t stop

[Preview]


[Intro: Kid Capri]
New Kung Fu Kenny
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Y’all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
Here we go!
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1]
I’m willin’ to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my mama
My daddy commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
Auntie on my telegram, like, “Be cautious!”
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
That’s why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Verse 2]
I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures, hoe, that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin’ for me heavy ’cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread ‘cross the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah
None of y’all fuckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
I got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that’s the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Bridge]
Damned if I do, if I don’t (yuhhh)
Goddamn us all if you won’t(yuhhh)
Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
You ain’t frontline, get out the goddamn way

[Verse 3]
Niggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
Niggas thought that K-Dot real life
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
‘Cause most of y’all ain’t real
Most of y’all gon’ squeal
Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
Because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
Most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
But it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Kid Capri]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element


[Intro: Kid Capri]
New Kung Fu Kenny
Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me
Y’all know, what happens on Earth stays on Earth
Here we go!
I don’t give a fuck, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t give a, I don’t give a, I don’t give a fuck

[Verse 1]
I’m willin’ to die for this shit
I done cried for this shit, might take a life for this shit
Put the Bible down and go eye for an eye for this shit
D.O.T. my enemy, won’t catch a vibe for this shit, ayy
I been stomped out in front of my mama
My daddy commissary made it to commas
Bitch, all my grandmas dead
So ain’t nobody prayin’ for me, I’m on your head, ayy
Thirty millions later, know the feds watchin’
Auntie on my telegram, like, "Be cautious!"
I be hangin’ out at Tam’s, I be on Stockton
I don’t do it for the ‘Gram, I do it for Compton
I’m willin’ to die for this shit, nigga
I’ll take your fuckin’ life for this shit, nigga
We ain’t goin’ back to broke, family sellin’ dope
That’s why you maney-ass rap niggas better know

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Verse 2]
I’m allergic to a bitch nigga, ayy
An imaginary rich nigga, ayy
Seven figures, hoe, that slimmer than my bitch figure, ayy
Goin’ digital and physical on all y’all, ayy
Bunch of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin’ for me heavy ’cause I go yeah, I go yeah
They never been ready—yeah, I know yeah, know yeah
100K spread ‘cross the floor, ‘cross the floor, yeah
None of y’all fuckin’ with the flow yeah, the flow yeah
Years in the makin’, and don’t y’all mistake it
I got ’em by a landslide, we talkin’ about races
You know this’ll never be a tie, just look at their laces
You know careers take off, just gotta be patient
Mr. One through Five, that’s the only logic
Fake my death, go to Cuba, that’s the only option

[Chorus]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

[Bridge]
Damned if I do, if I don’t (yuhhh)
Goddamn us all if you won’t(yuhhh)
Damn, damn, damn, it’s a goddamn shame
You ain’t frontline, get out the goddamn way

[Verse 3]
Niggas thought they wasn’t gonna see me, huh?
Niggas thought that K-Dot real life
Was the same life they see on TV, huh?
Niggas wanna flex on me and be in L.A. for free, huh?
Next time they hit the 10 freeway, we need receipt, huh?
‘Cause most of y’all ain’t real
Most of y’all gon’ squeal
Most of y’all just envy, but jealousy get you killed
Most of y’all throw rocks and try to hide your hand
Just say his name and I promise that you’ll see Candyman
Because it’s all in your eyes, most of y’all tell lies
Most of y’all don’t fade, most of y’all been advised
Last LP I tried to lift the black artists
But it’s a difference between black artists and wack artists

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Kid Capri]
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I’ma make it look sexy
It’s the one and only, the world’s greatest, the Kid Capri
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I’ma make it look sexy
I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy
They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element


I heard you sold the Amazon
To show the country that you’re from
Is where the world should want to be
For find something all people need
I’m faithless now though we win
Every time and I don’t know how
‘Cause I haven’t bought you
And I haven’t sold me
But the people are dying to get on TV
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me
Oh Lord, what have I become
I’m the face of God I’m my fathers’ son
I’m not, what you think you see
I know you can’t eat leather, but you can’t stop me
Why would you lie, why would you lie about how you feel
I’ve got a mission and my mission is real
Because you’ve had your chances, yeh you’ve had enough
I’m gonna burn your house down to spread peace and love
And it gets me down
Oh Lord how it gets me down
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Everybody plays a beautiful game out in Brazil
‘Cause it’s all you ever wanted and it’s all that you want still
Don’t you wanna play the beautiful game out in Brazil
I wanna play the beautiful game while I’m in Brazil
‘Cause everybody plays the beautiful game out in Brazil
And it’s all you’ve ever wanted, and it’s all that you want still
Don’t you wanna play the beautiful game out in Brazil
Oh yeah
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me
I heard he lives down a river somewhere
With six cars and a grizzly bear
He’s got eyes, but he can’t see
Well, he talks like an angel but he looks like me


[Hook: Skepta and Lethal Bizzle ]
(Go on then, go on then)
(Pow, Pow)
I win, don’t want to see me shining, I win
You don’t want it on a mic ting, I win
Your girl watching my ting , I win
Everyday I go in, I win
See the diamond in my ring, I win
That’s a diamond for a king
Don’t know why MCs want to try a ting
When you know all you’ll get is a murking

[Verse 1: Lethal Bizzle]
Yo, yo, it’s all switched up now
The real dons are the main fixture, wow
Soon as you hear "It’s Lethal da Bizzle records"
Next thing you know you’re gonna hear is "Pow"
Manna kings, and you know we don’t follow
Someone touch our ting, nah don’t bother
Yeah I’m a scholar, X3 shotter
Man’s been winning since ching chang walla
Yeah, now we step it up another gear
Still hungry like it was the first year
Sixteen, I was off the hook this year
Doing in artists, really, cos I had no fear
Look, can you keep up? (keep up?)
Still, riddim’s gonna get beat up (beat up)
No time to put your feet up (feet up)
You hesitate, us manna clean up

[Hook: Skepta]
I win, don’t want to see me shining, I win
You don’t want it on a mic ting, I win
Your girl watching my ting , I win
Everyday I go in, I win
See the diamond in my ring, I win
That’s a diamond for a king
Don’t know why MCs want to try a ting
When you know all you’ll get is a murking

[Verse 2: Skepta]
What have you actually done?
Apart from be forced to sell drugs and hold a gun
Now you’re talking like it’s fun
Said that you’ve made it, blud let me ask your mum
Chasing dough, that’s why you get none
You man are washed up, that’s why you get spun
Mumsy said she done having kids
She see me on TV, now she want a next son
But she knows that I’m gonna be who I wanna be
See me online, like they wanna follow me
Sippin’ Champagne, sitting in economy
Cos I’m always in the sky, no astronomy (nice)
That’s why them man are upset
See your wifey, now she wanna undress
I’m a different breed, say it how it is till death and we are the last ones left

[Hook: Skepta]
I win, don’t want to see me shining, I win
You don’t want it on a mic ting, I win
Your girl watching my ting , I win
Everyday I go in, I win
See the diamond in my ring, I win
That’s a diamond for a king
Don’t know why MCs want to try a ting
When you know all you’ll get is a murking

[Verse 3: Lethal Bizzle and *Skepta*]
(Yeah, ah)
Yeah, yeah man are first place, no less
I aim for the head while you aim for the chest
*One, two, one, two showerman man a pass through
Ten reloads man are spraying on the set*
Like 3, 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 6
How you gonna catch me while I’m in Heathrow?
See your girl, she will give me deep throat
Pull up in your ends like I was D-Bo

[Interlude:]
Look at these guys
They’ve really switched it up innit
His girlfriend is always flying
Look at her bag
Look at her shoes though, wow

[Hook: Skepta and *Lethal Bizzle*][x2]
(Go on then, go on then)
(*Pow, Pow)
I win, don’t want to see me shining, I win
You don’t want it on a mic ting, I win
Your girl watching my ting , I win
Everyday I go in, I win
See the diamond in my ring, I win
That’s a diamond for a king
Don’t know why MCs want to try a ting
When you know all you’ll get is a murking


Lyrics Boosie – Fwck the police x10

This goes to that motherf*cker who just maced my niece
Them motherf*ckers who just took a million dollars worth of jewelry from me
It’s on now, motherf*cker
It’s all on now, motherf*cker.((Fwck the police x10)

Dear police, are you afraid? (Are you afraid?)
What have you been taught at that academy to be afraid? (Scared a*s b*tch)
Why you gon’ shoot at the hand, die for the lick (tell me that)
Why you get shoot for the blacks, chasin’ they head (you call police)
What if your job got shot down for no reason? (What if that your job?)
He had no gun, hands up, shot for no reason (you dirty b*tch)
They charge him, said they gon’ convict him, I don’t believe (I don’t believe)
Protect and serve, they don’t do it, so we don’t need ’em.

pus*y b*tches, pigs in trainin’
You b*tches dangerous, look in the mirror, y’all are f*ckin’ [?]
pus*y b*tches, I hope you rot in hell
Hope you get f*cked in that cell, motherf*cker
pus*y b*tches, look how they do us niggas
They wanna act like we wrong, when we shoot them b*tches
Without that badge, you a b*tch in a hat
You pus*y a*s nigga with a gun
f*ck your pus*y a*s, f*ck your captain too
You need a headshot, b*tch, for your sons.

They the biggest gang in the world
They do the coldest things in the world
They ask me how I feel ’bout the cops gettin’ shot
Eye for eye, two for two versuri-lyrics.info
You don’t give a motherf*ck what they do to you
If they can line ’em all up, they’ll shoot the crew
Like the tosser cops, she a crazy b*tch
Inmates listen up, please do me a favor, rape the b*tch
I’m at the point where I hate this s**t
I’m at the point where I can’t take this s**t no more, nigga
If anybody on the news tryna take off for ’em
I ain’t watchin’ your show, you a hoe, nigga
Baton Rouge, Baltimore, ..
It’s goin’ brazy, b*tch down, get retarded
We gotta show ’em that black lives matter
It’s no love for the chief in the casket.

pus*y b*tches, you know that you wrong
You shoot for no reason, you come in our homes, they don’t wanna leave us alone
pus*y b*tches, you committin’ these murders
You scared and you nervous, your purpose is murder
You pus*y b*tches, I hate you with all of my heart
I hate how you look in ’em suits, I hate how you walk in ’em boots
I hate your whole family, b*tch, you ain’t no grown man, you a b*tch
I hope that your daughter, she suckin’, the blackest of blackest of d*cks.

b*tches got me mad and I’m turnt up
They do it in your city, f*ckin’ burn it up
Don’t stop, man, run, better get the f*ck
Like Tip say, man, it’s either them or us
Tell me this, why you shoot that man?
Wake up, it’s the Klu Klux Klan
They just took the white s**t off they head
And put another color suit on instead
They kill two of us niggas every week
Leave us dead, stinkin’ in the street
Say we was a threat to they a*s
But they lyin’ ’cause it’s on TV
And the rules that they got for the law
When them b*tches go to court, they gon’ walk
If the police every ask you a question
Don’t talk, they a interview.

pus*y b*tches, I hope that you die
I hope you get put in the alligator pit and eaten alive
pus*y b*tches, I hope you don’t sleep
I’m f*ckin’ your daughters real hard in they asshole, I’m the policeee.((Fwck the police x10)
Boosie Badazz lyrics
Video police


[Intro: Jay-Z]
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
Life goes in cycles
Everything that comes around goes around
‘Fore it goes down, get you some ice

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of y’alls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 o’clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that shit ’round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, that’s a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin’ slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like I’m sailin’
And I walk in my sleep, I can’t help that (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldn’t get from nobody out there (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’… got…

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin’ us mo’
I’m cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around L.A. coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
On my lapel, at the table, I’m givin’ a toast
The first wedding that I’ve been in my twenties
Thinkin’ maybe someone is not somethin’ to own
Maybe the government got nothin’ to do with it
Thinkin’ maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil’ one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can’t do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
I’m fuckin’ with Addy, I’m watchin’ my dose
24 hours like they never close
I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
I’m bikin’ uphill and it’s burnin’ my quads (obstacles)
I’m bikin’ downhill and it sound like a fishin’ rod
Savage, I’m bikin’, yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
From coldwater to the shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah, you can’t fuck with the boy
That’s my problem, yeah, I got ’em
My tire smokin’ when I stop
Okay, nobody fuckin’ with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I’m savin’ the streets
I’m Roger Rabbit in the air
I don’t care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’

[Outro: Frank Ocean]
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks


[Intro: Jay Z]
Uh, turn, what goes around comes around
Ayy, turn, turn the music up, uh, yeah
Goes around comes around
What goes, alright, like like
Life goes in cycles
Everything that comes around goes around
‘Fore it goes down, get you some ice

[Verse 1: Jay Z]
Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes around
So ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some icicles
Audemars before all of y’alls
Wristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh
12 o’clock, boy, silly nice, huh
Willie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uh
E.T. on the handles, uh
Handlebars like a Xanax
Shammgod with the AND1 moves
Throw that shit ’round your neck
Right quick, broke boys get fixed
Right quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flips
Uh, that’s a full cab and a back flip
Uh, sidebar

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
Arm stretch a tee like I nailed it
Raf movin’ slow like a creep
Shirt in the breeze like I’m sailin’
And I walk in my sleep, I can’t help that (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah (I can’t)
When’s the last time I asked for some help that
I couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?
Nobody

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’… got…

[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]
Bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ slow-mo
Maybe the four wheel excitin’ us more
I’m cold when the temperatures dip below 70s
How can I be burr around LA coast?
The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broach
On my lapel, at the table, I’m givin’ a toast
The first wedding that I’ve been in my twenties
Thinkin’ maybe someone is not somethin’ to own
Maybe the government got nothin’ to do with it
Thinkin’ maybe the feeling just comes and it goes
Think I want me a lil’ one that look like my clone
Me and my baby can’t do on our own
I landed a trick, got my impossibles
I’m fuckin’ with Addy, I’m watchin’ my dose
24 hours like they never close
I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’, I’m bikin’ these blocks, yeah
Since Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, ooh
I’m bikin’ uphill and it’s burnin’ my quads (obstacles)
I’m bikin’ downhill and it sound like a fishin’ rod
Savage, I’m bikin’, yeah

[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]
From coldwater to the shaw
Alcoholic way I handle the bars
This a PK, PK Ripper
Nah you can’t fuck with the boy
That’s my problem yeah
I got ’em, my tire smokin’ when I stop
Okay, nobody fuckin’ with me
My accolades hang from my neck
Pedal, I drown in the heat
My sapphires drown in my sweat
White mags, but I jet
Jackson, I’m savin’ the streets
I’m Roger Rabbit in the air, I don’t care, Big Willie Style, yeah
Nigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheel
Nigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeah
I rose my rate, brand new brakes
Why I name it Slater? Ask my date

[Chorus: Frank Ocean]
I don’t get weak in the knees
Hundreds spread out like a fan
Vert feel like some Gucci sandals
Open the sky, get a handful
Torso marked up like a vandal
How you not fuckin’ with cash?
God gave you what you could handle
Gave you what you could handle
I got the grip like the handle
And I’m bikin’
I’m bikin’ with me and my Daniel
Hades got the angels
TV’s got the angles
I’m brakin’

[Outro]
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got 50 thousand racks
Got 50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up
Got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks
Got, got me fucked up, up
50 thousand racks


[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain’t ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
And I still got some niggas doin’ fed time
Niggas doin’ all day without a deadline
I came home and you know I held my mans down
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself

[Verse 1]
How many niggas came home on some silent shit?
I never froze with that pistol I was poppin’ shit
Hit that interrogation room on some quiet shit
Just get me to a cell with my niggas so we can politic
And when I hit the county I was tripping on the rock
They took the TV, I don’t care just don’t fuck with that clock
And when I hit the prison yard I met a lot of plugs
They saw my paper work and I got a lot of love

[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain’t ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
And I still got some niggas doin’ fed time
Niggas doin’ all day without a deadline
I came home and you know I held my mans down
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself

[Verse 2]
I hit the rode with no L’s, That’s a real risk
I tried to smash thorty rollies, That’s a real lick
She put that money on her phone and kept that them letters coming
I cheated on her, She kept doing it, That’s a real Bitch
And I swear Naqueta she a realest dawg
Got that money right and she ain’t miss a visit dawg
She Said she gone hold me down and she did it dawg
How many bitches can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
FED’s threw the bait you know them lames took it
I treat my niggas like we came out the same pussy
I hold my own wait ain’t looking for no time reduction
Only thing I told them bitches was my lawyer number
I done been through Cincinnati headed to the K
Really I learned how to drive on them interstates
Like “Lik wake up nigga, we a hour away”
If we get into some shit, That nigga know he safe

[Chorus]
‘Cause I ain’t ever told on my niggas, dawg
I ain’t ever fold with that pistol, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real, keep it real, nigga
How many niggas can say that?
Be forreal, just be forreal, nigga
I ain’t scared to hit that road and go get it, dawg
If I put it in my song, then I live it, dawg
How many niggas can say that?
Keep it real with yourself
How many niggas can say that?
Just keep it real with yourself, be forreal
How many niggas can say that
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Be forreal nigga
How many niggas can say that ?
Keep it real nigga


[Verse 1]
If you get lonely, think of me only
Prison isn’t going to keep me from you
Remember Coney Island and how we
Went into the water, ’til the waves turned blue
Nobody does have to know that our love’s alive
Keep it on the low if you want to hide
Got that same address if you want to write
One Greenwich Avenue, wishing and thinking of you

[Chorus]
Living without you is like TV in black and white
You turned me on and brought color into my life
When I’m around you, suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes

[Verse 2]
If you get lonely, think of this only
Heaven hasn’t forgotten about you
Though you can’t hold me, pick up and phone me
Use your one phone call on your ex girl, boo
I won’t tell a single soul how you spend your nights
In that single cell, holding your pillow tight
If you really are afraid then you ought to know
That you’re the one I want, the one I want forever more

[Chorus]
Living without you is like TV in black and white
You turned me on and brought color into my life
When I’m around you, suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes

[Bridge]
I know you get scared sometimes boy
Nothing to be feared when you’re in my heart
Troubles come in threes but in your case
They came in millions and trillions but that’s all right

[Chorus]
Living without you is like TV in black and white
You turned me on and brought color into my life
When I’m around you, suddenly I realize
That I was blind before I saw the world through your eyes

[Outro]
Like TV in black and white
Like TV in black and white
Like TV in black and white
Like TV in black and white


Yo this Chris Rock
I’m in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin’ this Belaire Rose
That’s how we do it
That’s all we do
Belaire Rose!
Eatin’ Wingstop, what you know about Wingstop, nigga?
You don’t know nothin’ about no Wingstop
You can’t handle this, nigga
You can’t handle, sit down in the corner, shut the fuck up and take notes, bitch
Just take notes
I used to see niggas on TV, man
I used to be like, "Yo them niggas so blessed, you know what I’m sayin’?"
If I had that opportunity, you know what I’m sayin’?
Maybach Music
Black Metaphor
I grew up on that Cash Money
Bling bling, was well known to flash money
Hit the liquor store, after my Vic authority
Quick to switch a bitch up, pick up me a thicker shorty
Pistol on me, nigga, ain’t no pickin’ on me
We veterans so it’s better if you go get your army
A thug holiday is where your body lay
Me and Trick Daddy come from a common place
So us gettin’ money, that’s just a conversation
It’s so hard stayin’ rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office, Ronald Reagan
Heard Barack Obama whisper "Asalaam alaikum"
Live for the moment, die for the streets
Bible on the dash, kilos on the seat
I used to see you niggas on my TV screen
And wondered what was life like, was it all a dream?
And then I met you out on LiveNation dates
Came to the realization that your watch was fake
Damn, you nearly broke my heart
I really thought you niggas really owned them cars
I used to look up to you, nigga, uh
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I’ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
This little thing of ours, not the ones to tattle on
Omerta the code, Met Ball, parties with Vogue
Still blowin’ thick smoke while you powder your nose
Such a head rush until the day the feds rush
That’s when you niggas wish you put your bread up
Leased whips, bad blood, that shit’ll sink ships
Fast money comin’ slow, you better think quick
Rap game, so much fuck shit done
That’s why this .45 in my Trukfit trunks
Fuck a skateboard, I went and got a Wraith, boy
Catholic record labels, niggas gettin’ raped, boy
Birdman’s a priest, moans in his synagogue
Publishin’ is a sin, repent, forgive me, Lord
Shots fired, home invasion out on Palm Isle
Red beam detonators, who the bomb now?
Look you in your eyes, nigga, ‘fore I say good night
And pray that Mannie Fresh’ll get to see the light
Damn, Stunna, I loved you, nigga
Hate it came to this
Maybach Music
You stole them boys pub and bought a foreclosure
Scott Storch demons in it, which is more poison
I handed over records, never charged a coin
But could sense the sentiment, I’m talkin’ all along
All Miami issues, Rozay handle for him
Same way Big Ducky do for me in California
Never slippin’, got relationships with the trillest niggas
Tony Draper, J Prince and every Jimmy Henchmen
Plenty killers and I know that Diddy with it
Tyga, chinchilla, really ain’t no penny pinchin’
Knew that you would never visit BG
Turk came home, take that boy a three piece
Shootin’ dope, usin’ coke, movin’ like you the Folks
Sacrificin’ half our life for your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find the kindness in your heart for Wayne
His entire life, he gave you what there was to gain
I watched this whole debacle so I’m part to blame
Last request, can all producers please get paid?
Can’t believe this shit, homie
I still love you, nigga
How the fuck, nigga, you touch half a billion, nigga
And your team starvin’, nigga
You on an island, nigga
You came to my city, nigga
I let you in my city, nigga
And what hurt me the most, nigga
Is how you did my brother Khaled, nigga
Khaled was loyal to you, nigga
The pain I seen in my brother’s eye, nigga
FaceTimin’ my nigga, nigga, he took that to the chin, nigga
That’s why my nigga blessed
That’s why my nigga Khaled blessed
You put my nigga in the hole, homie
I don’t feel you for that, my nigga
That shit hurt me, you under-dig? Uh
It’s painful what you see real niggas do when they get the paper
When they get the bag
You can’t never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
I’ll never forget ’bout lil bruh and them
Lil bruh and them, always remember
Lil bruh and them, this for lil bruh and them
Stunna


[Intro]
Zaytoven
Uh-huh
It’s Dolph
Ayy, ayy
Got my ice on
Smokin’ killer

[Chorus]
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (hey)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (I just do it)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (I dunno know)
I just do it, (I just do it), I just do it (ayy, ayy)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it
Yeah, I just do it, yeah (ooh)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (yeah, yeah)
I just do it, (yeah, yeah), I just do it, yeah

[Verse 1]
Started out with nothin’ but wanted everythin’ (ayy)
Turned into reality, started as a dream (yeah)
Ran that money up and I built my own team (I built my own team)
Grew up watchin’ Master P and Baby on the TV screen (yeah)
I had to hustle, my family full of dope fiends (damn)
Years go by I’m 18, 19 (trap)
Neighborhood dope boy, I got what you need (dope boy)
Everyday I get up, I put J’s on my feet (uh-huh)
I’m in the trizzap, posted in the paint like LeBron (LeBron)
Memphis is to Dolph what Cleveland is to LeBron (it’s Dolph)
Writin’ million dollar checks but I still keep a Glock (still keep a Glock)
Built my own empire like Jay-Z with the rock (nigga, hey)

[Chorus]
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (hey)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (I just do it)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (I dunno know)
I just do it, (I just do it), I just do it (ayy, ayy)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it
Yeah, I just do it, yeah (ooh)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (yeah, yeah)
I just do it, (yeah, yeah), I just do it, yeah

[Verse 2]
Just count that first million, did the Diddy dance (take that, take that)
Been gettin’ money, I ain’t seen you in a minute, man (what’s poppin’?)
I turned myself into a business man (it’s Dolph)
Do you get it, man? (Hey, hey)
Just seen ski masks hop out they mini van (woo)
You ;bout to get it, man, I’d hate to be you, man (I’m sorry)
Call me J. Prince ’cause I trap a lot (legend, ha)
I may not rap a lot, that cash what I’m about (yeah)
First I pray for it, then I hustle for it (ayy)
Just livin’ life, wake up and roll the dice (yeah, yeah)
Put everythin’ on the line, you gotta sacrifice (take a chance)
Used to playin’ in the dirt now we covered in ice

[Chorus]
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (hey)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (I just do it)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (I dunno know)
I just do it, (I just do it), I just do it (ayy, ayy)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it
Yeah, I just do it, yeah (ooh)
Don’t ask me how I do it, I just do it (yeah, yeah)
I just do it, (yeah, yeah), I just do it, yeah


[Chorus]
Fuck out my way when you see me
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
Fuck out my way when you see me
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
Lookin’ like we belong on TV
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT

[Verse 1]
Too cool for this shit, look at my body language
Shit on everything, I need some potty training
Money missing, had to ask him, “Where the rest, dummy?”
Before I call my bitches up, they say “yes, hunty”
Judge one of the studs, they gone bring some thugs
Judge one of my drags, catch a heel up yo’ ass
Don’t judge a lesbian, ’cause she don’t want you back man
Judge one of the gays, they drag you from Z to A
And shout out to the bi’s, you ain’t gotta pick a side
And if you in the closet, shorty, you ain’t gotta hide (come on out)
Gotta make these bitches sick when they see you
And if a bitch want beef, give her beef stew
Stripper right in front of me, I hope she washed her ass
She looking at my fine gays, but they don’t wanna smash
Know they ’bout to act a fool, time is past due
Then the gays hop on stage, like I can shake my ass too

[Chorus]
Fuck out my way when you see me
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
Fuck out my way when you see me
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
Lookin’ like we belong on TV
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT

[Verse 2]
Fashion wise they don’t play
When they step out, they gone slay
I’m talkin’ tight jeans, good hygienes
Mothafuckas stay fleek everyday (We fleek!)
Fuck with them, you better run off
No skydivers ,gone jump off
No pun intended , hoes offended
Cause they see we flyer than flight attendants
Do a hair flip then I dip (then I dip)
In the strip club throwing tips
In V.I.P., I’m ’bout to buy more
Cause life too short like hype sports
Tissue in my bra, bitch, gone head (Gone head)
Bad bitch, and I got long legs (Long legs)
Ass super plump, full of cornbread
I shut a bitch up like a phone dead

[Chorus]
Fuck out my way when you see me
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
Fuck out my way when you see me
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT
Lookin’ like we belong on TV
I’m rollin’ with the LGBT


[Verse 1]
Frost on the window
Dead are the leaves
Drunk in the afternoon
And you’ve been so distant
Incredibly cold
But maybe it’s just the weather

[Chorus]
Why don’t we go where the winters are warm?
Where the sun splits right through you
Why don’t we go where the winters are warm?
Let’s go down south together
Let’s go down south together

[Verse 2]
Nothing on TV
Eyes already dead
Planning our Great Escape
And you’ve been so distant
Incredibly cold
But maybe it’s just the weather

[Chorus]
Why don’t we go where the winters are warm?
Where the sun splits right through you
Why don’t we go where the winters are warm?
Let’s go down south together
Let’s go down south together

[Hook]
If I sleep tonight, don’t wake me up
If I dream tonight, don’t wake me up…


[Verse 1]
It might be easy on the other side
Not here
Maybe you’ll understand some other time
Get real
You saw the streams when we expected life
Awful
Then ran away to a place we’ll never find
Oh you thought I would forget
Oh you thought I would forget
All of them lies that you spread to my friends
Now they all caught up
You said you was fine but you judging again
What should we call that?
Hands on the vibe but you turn on your kin
I see an error in your format
There is no way we can trust you again
Really after all that
All of them lies you told to my friends
We won’t forgive you for it
Cuz we was patient while you motherfuckers still ignored us
And we was tryna fight the system, you was begging for it
Everybody got together, we was ready for it
The government is going down in all kind of sorts
I’m here to tell you how it’s going down
We don’t want no violence just hear us out

[Interlude]

[Verse 2 x2]
Got me like "Good God!"
I can’t go, I let go
I’m a G, I’m a soldier
Got my trucks on the ground, I’m an OG
Funny, everybody used to judge me by the old me
Lord help me
Ha! I can’t see
But I know I’m about to be on TV
Cuz they understand that’s who were going be
Stop believing in your time
Stop depending on speed [?]
Lord help me!


[Verse 1: Allday]
Haunting the city
Crash with your homies
Chainsmoking rollies
And they’re all in love with you
Take me out somewhere
The twirling undead
You need to believe in yourself, like I do
Hold your nerve
Hold your nerve
Steady and sure
Soon will come your turn
Then you’re here
Out of the smoke
And I don’t believe what I’ve heard
And I’m healed, from your will
And your powers are real
And my blood, congealed
And my stitches, unsealed
You pop out in my jacket
And I’ll wait, till you’re back here
‘Cause I’m so fanatic

[Chorus: Allday]
And I keep on thinking
She seems so
She seems so
Unstoppable in motion
Oh
She hangs her arms around my neck

And I’m thinking
She seems so
She seems so
Unstoppable in motion
Oh
And I know it’s out of control

[Verse 2: Allday]
Were you late to blossom?
How is it waiting?
Your indignation
I saw you from the start
Ate one too many
Spewed in the lilies
You think you’re clever
No baby, you’re just smart
But I won’t drown to drag you out
Whatever, I could be the one
Caught in the generation
Doing what we saw
So I’m aware that we saw her on the TV screen
Me watching your pupils expand like a chia seed
Are you needing saving baby?
I can’t be your deity
I worked too hard
To make things flow evenly
As me and my animals like Ace Ventura
Your Coca-Cola areola that tastes like sugar
You pop out to meet a strange guy
On the corner
I’m gone

[Chorus: Allday]
And I keep on thinking
She seems so
She seems so
Unstoppable in motion
Oh
She hangs her arms around my neck

And I’m thinking
She seems so
She seems so
Unstoppable in motion
Oh
And I know it’s out of control


Songtekst Sevn Alias – Qifesh

Aaaaaaaaaaaah, ey, hey b*tch kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Skrr, skrr, skrrrr
Hey, b*tch kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dom
Ooooh, eyyy.

Hey, b*tch kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
M’n patta geeft licht, nah
M’n brakkas zit vol met gewicht
Ik ceer aan die pricks, nah (dom dom dom dom)
M’n patta geeft licht, nah
M’n brakkas zit vol met gewicht
Ik ceer aan die pricks, nah (dom dom dom dom)

Ik had die Q, saus maar geen jus
Was 2.0 maar je b*tch die zegt “U”
Qifesh, wat nu? Wie helpt me nu?
Ik trek die P en ik stuur je naar VU (bang bang bang)
Ik ben niet true, ik heb schijt ik ben true
Ga niet vaak uit, ga ik wel, ben ik Q
Gass tot in Su, ik pull up in de skrr
Race op die tag, maar rondjes van een uurtje in 20 minuut
M’n swag is te bruut, shirt is te dom, b*tches vallen acuut
Brakka te duur, brakka te rude
Louis en wit, ik heb blokken als stuut
Ga Lil Uzi voor die P’s en die Q’s
Wat je rapt leef je alleen in excuus
Bent geen veteraan, je maakt pas net je debut
Je wilt niet eindigen op bed met infuus.

Ik ben op ice als Vanilla
Ice in m’n chinna
Schijt aan de TV, DWDD kwam in m’n trinna
Ook bij RTL Late daar met B-Brave, kwam ik in trinna
Special met 101, weer op TV, ik was in trinna.

Hey, b*tch kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
M’n patta geeft licht, nah
M’n brakkas zit vol met gewicht
Ik ceer aan die pricks, nah (dom dom dom dom)
M’n patta geeft licht, nah
M’n brakkas zit vol met gewicht
Ik ceer aan die pricks, nah (dom dom dom dom).

Kan niet blij zijn met een gat
Ik moet blijven rennen op de straat
Bel me op en money wordt gemaakt
Voor die Benz bewegen we te fast
Je b*tch wilt mij, ik vraag d’r waar
Als ik verdiend heb dan kom ik naar daar
Pekie als stacks en ik trek aan d’r haar
Heb je b*tch opengemaakt als een la
Hou je wijf uit m’n buurt, anders teken geen paars
Jij bent niet boos, je kijkt mad versuri-lyrics.info
Kijk niet te mad, want m’n youngin’ is mad
Als het moet light die je op als een kaars
Race in de nacht, ik pull up in die car
We roken die qifesh, m’n mannen zijn stars
Die niggas doen druk maar vormen geen gevaar
Jouw mannen op niks, zeg ze willen geen bar’.

M’n patta is dom, m’n brakka is dom
b*tches op mij wanneer ik binnenkom
Zij draait om die youngin’, ze draait zelfs om
M’n fitter is prijzig, ze ziet dat ik kom
M’n patta is dom, m’n brakka is dom
b*tches op mij wanneer ik binnenkom
Zij draait om die youngin’, ze draait zelfs om
M’n fitter is prijzig, ze ziet dat ik kom.

Hey, b*tch kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
Kijk naar m’n t-shirt
Qifesh ik finesse, dat is dom
M’n patta geeft licht, nah
M’n brakkas zit vol met gewicht
Ik ceer aan die pricks, nah (dom dom dom dom)
M’n patta geeft licht, nah
M’n brakkas zit vol met gewicht
Ik ceer aan die pricks, nah (dom dom dom dom).

Ik flex op m’n haters (dom dom dom)
Ik flex op m’n haters (dom dom dom)
Flex op m’n haters (dom dom dom)
Ik flex op m’n haters
Hey, ja ah ahhh.
Sevn Alias songtekste
Video Sevn Alias


[First Verse:]

When she showed me the pregnancy test I felt numb
I thought these things were supposed to tell the facts
Howcome we got this outcome?
They’re meant to be ninety-nine point nine percent accurate
But now I doubt them
I thought maybe one day I may want a baby
But not here, not now, what, are you crazy?
It’s too soon I’m too stupid to build a human nest
I’m a man child hiding in the shadow of my student debts
We always used protection, at least to my recollection
Well, i guess this is another new regret to my collection
And I won’t kill a fetus
Even if it’s milimetres
If I’m big enough to spill a seed, then i’m big enough to let it breathe
A fellow creature, full of genes with each of us
We’re big enough to bring it up and let it develop features
Left speechless
But my ears hurt even when I hear tiny noises
How am I going to deal with each night of crying high-pitched voices?
When they’re in pain there’s no way to make them say it softly
I’m good with kids, as long as someone can take them off me
And what’ll remain of our relationship that’s already strained?
The love that’s left it’s drained and plumbed into a baby’s veins
And what if this isn’t the right relationship to stay with?
At this stage in the day it may just be to late to change it

[Hook:]

I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified
I’m gonna throw up and there’s nowhere I can ever hide
I want to stop, I want to wake up and get off this ride
I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified

[Verse 2:]

My life is rather good, it’s no time for fatherhood
Looking at the cats it’s hard enoguh, I can’t give up my livelihood
I can’t be a role model, my own soul’s swaddled
My train of thought’s like a pram rolling on old cobbles
How can I change the habit of a lifetime?
I’m a lazy chappy
Change that?
I’ve never had to change a baby’s nappy
Don’t want to watch the Tweenies on the TV
I like cult classic black and white cinema, fuck CBeebies
I don’t have a choice anymore
I don’t have a voice anymore
Can’t make noise anymore
I can’t have a bottle of brandy and a LAN party with the boys anymore
The way I want to steer the ship and the way it heads is all different
The game of life is flipped from single player to a co-op escort mission
How can I provide enough safety and security?
When it feels like it’s the whole world versus her and me?
Poland versus Germany
East versus West
Earth eating itself while I’ve invited you to be its guest
What can I bring to the table?
I’m not mentally stable
But they say parenting’s innate and we’re all meant to be able
But what if it’s ill, what if it’s disabled, what if it’s not mine?
What if it dies, what if it grows up to be a horrible little gobshite?
What if it hates me? What if it’s not just one kid?
What if it listens to this song and feels unwanted?

[Hook:]

I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified
I’m gonna throw up and there’s nowhere i can ever hide
I want to stop, I want to wake up and get off this ride
I’m going to be a daddy and I’m fucking terrified

[Verse 3:]
I hope I can be helpful during the birth
Providing backup for the mother of the youngest of the children of earth
When it’s eighteen, I’ll be forty-eight
When it’s forty-eight, I’ll be seventy-eight
And when it’s seventy-eight, I should be dead in the grave
Or in my place waiting at the heavenly gate
Every day a memory fades except for some strange cases
Like when I’m travelling back to the past and wondering wether to change places
When she showed me the pregnancy test, I felt numb
But now I’ve settled down, I’ve got one message:
Welcome

I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy
I’m going to be a daddy


[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I swang my door, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the boarder, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I got a play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)


[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)