Ghostemane – To Whom It May Concern Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1: Ghostemane]
I broke the law in Madrid
And I’d do it again
I got a bitch in every city that I ever been
I thought the money would do something for the sadness in
Me but I’m deeper in the abyss that I’ve ever been
I’ve got 2 million other tracks, that all sound like this
So this flow is for the kids, that all miss that shit
But really I could give a fuck, when anybody miss
I’m too chaotic and the music is gon’ regret that shit
[Verse 2: Ghostemane]
You think you’ve got it, oh, you think you’ve got it, oh
I always promised I would never rap about a narcotic
I’ll keep that promise, but know that I’m still being honest
The help I needed coming, now I’m pushing a button, it self destruct me
And no, I don’t wanna talk about it
I’ll never take you up on your offer to help me out of it
It’s just a matter of time, until I rest my eyes, go to sleep, and never come out of it
[Pre-Outro: Ghostemane]
(This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run)
(I’m not sorry)
This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run
I’m not sorry
You can’t get too close to me
You can’t get too close to me
You can’t get too close to me
I’ll never be the me in your dream
I’m not sorry
(This is the end for me)
(This is the end for me)
[Outro: Ghostemane]
This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run
I’m not sorry
You can’t get too close to me
I’ll never be the me in your dream
I’m not sorry
This is the only way that I’ll ever be, cut and run
I’m not sorry
You can’t get too close to me (Yeah)
You can’t get too close to me

Yungeen Ace – Society Lyrics

He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang) He thought the same, put him on the news
You steppin’, bitch, we steppin’ too
You screamin’ 9/11, we want smoke too, yeah (Bang)
[Verse]
ATK, we ’bout business, we ’bout catchin’ them bodies
We the reason to call my side, we the reason they hiding
Just got some brand new artillery, this AR still got bodies
My shooter smile and catch a body, you don’t think that they gone off that molly
You don’t think they gon’ off that flakka, them bodies drop back to back
Stand over his ass so we ain’t gotta spin back
Them bullets still in my body, I took that shit like a G
Bitch, I’m a soldier in this field, man, I ain’t gon’ rest ’til you six feet deep
Mmh, we put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary (Come here)
We put them bodies in a cemetery
All out play, we call a hail mary
They claim they ran me out my city, must be crazy as fuck
Bitch, I’m a menace to society, bitch, you got me fucked up
I spin that block, I dropped a Xan, that pussy nigga ain’t get up
Rest in peace my brother Jay, he died with that FN tucked
They laughed about that shit, then next day they come pick they mans up
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
ATK move like the wind, we send them shots from like everywhere
Hey, we send them shots from like everywhere
We smoke him, we smoke them (Oh yeah)
We spin they block, we drop him, we drop them
He died on scene, bitch, he can’t make it to the hospital
Ain’t no playing no in between, we kill them monkeys in the middle
We post on opp blocks, with our blocks
Walk up on that nigga broad day and face shot (Bang)
He send a drop drop to my thot thot (Oh yeah)
Send my hitter ’round the corner, make his heart stop (He right there, skrrt)
Speaking of my thot thot, she pregnant with a nigga from the other side (Crazy bitch, I’ll step on you)
Bitch, you gon’ die with them niggas on the other side (Bitch, you gon’ die too)
Ain’t no monkeys in the middle, we kill niggas who play both side
[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who? Play this song
[Intro]
Chin up beats, you did it again
Menace to society where I came from (I ain’t even gon’ lie, they got me fucked up, though, ayy come here)
[Chorus]
Menace to society where I came from (Say where I came from)
You out of bounds, bitch, I’ll shake somethin’ (Bitch, I’ll shake something)
Don’t like to talk, outline his body with that chalk
I ain’t the average rapper, bitch, I live what I talk about (I really live this shit)
You finna drop who? We sendin’ shots, I bet I drop you
Murder who?

NLE Choppa – Problems Lyrics

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[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Five-Five-Six, hit a nigga broad day
Shoot him in the leg and I took off his face
We ain’t doing no playing, we totin’ these Drac’s
I catch him up in traffic, boost the murder rate
Murder on my mind, I coming like Melly
I pop me a perc and it’s sitting in my belly
I went on a mission, you know I was ready
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Mageddon
I might shoot to Chicago and link up with Tay
I hit up the plug, I need me a play
I used to be broke, I made me a way
And free all my niggas, they fighting the cases
They locked in the cage, you know that they with it
They know I’m from Memphis, they know that we killin’
When these bullets hit, you know it’s no healin’
Cause I aim at your noggin, I’m knockin’ your fitted
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
When you talking to me, come correct
Shoot through your neck, you don’t need a vest
We totin’ them Drac’s, put up your TEC
And just like a pussy, I leave him wet
Hide your momma, hide your son
You know I’m a savage when I got a gun
We killin’ for real, we do it for fun
You could call me Osama, I keep me a bomb
[Verse 2: TaySav & NLE Choppa]
Back in the party, my Glock out
F&N make niggas clock out
I’m on the block with the rocks out
Call Choppa, tell his ass pop out
Make all the guys bring all the mops out
AR-15 with the stock out
I been going too hard, I can’t stop now
Nigga Patek bust down, like a thot now
They know I’m a bug, might rob the plug
Feed him some slugs, came from the slums
Make your bitch suck on my dick like a thumb
Flexin’ too hard, man you niggas some bums
Don’t love these bitches, cause bitches is dumb
Just wanna fuck, when I hit ’em, I’m done
Being broke, it made me pick up gun
Ask one of the guys and gave it like “huh”
Ain’t ask no questions, he gave me a seven
Asked for some work and he gave me a seven
Slid on the opps ’cause I knew I was ready
Shoot at his brain ’til it turns to spaghetti
Ain’t got no dollar, you niggas is petty
Caught my first body, I hopped out a Chevy
Them slugs hit your chest and your body get heavy
I pop out with choppers, so nigga don’t test me
Aye, this nigga think he a problem
I make a phone call to Choppa
We gon’ run down on his partners
He made a phone call to me, so I pulled in a hurry
He tried to run off, get hit with the 30
You knowin’ that I’m poppin’ niggas like perky’s
Them bullets heat a nigga just like a turkey

Michael Kiwanuka – Money Lyrics

Money, feel it, feel it come
By me, again, I swear (Oh, money goes, money feels, money comes)
Money, feel it, feel it come (Money, money, money)
By me, again, I swear (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Money, money, is it filled with love? Play this song
[Chorus: Tom Misch]
Money, money, is it really love? Money, will it be love
Oh, man, again, I swear
Money, money, I feel it killing love
Money, will it be love
Oh, man, again, I swear
[Bridge: Tom Misch & YEBBA]
All money lies, there’s no surprise with that
When money tries to ruin everything
Pain in disguise, money can’t cover up the lies
I need true love tonight
All money lies, there’s no surprise with that
When money tries to ruin everything
Pain in disguise, money can cause a man to cry
I need true love tonight
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[Chorus: Tom Misch & Michael Kiwanuka]
Money, money, is it filled with love? (Oh Lord, money, yeah, money can’t love)
Money, feel it, feel it come (Money takes, is this real, real love?)
By me, again, I swear
Money, money, is it filled with love? Money, will it be love
Oh, man, again, I swear
Money, money, I feel it killing love
Money, will it be love
Oh, man, again, I swear
[Verse 2: Michael Kiwanuka & YEBBA]
I can buy an aeroplane
Fly you all around the world
I’m spending without being ashamed
Spending, ’cause I’m all alone
Girl, I wanna make you mine
Can’t you give your heart to me? Twenty thousand carat gold
Girl, I wanna talk to you
I can be your money tree
Work hard, [?]
More than I can ever see
[Chorus: Tom Misch]
Money, money, is it really love? I would give you every dime
You’re more than I can ever be (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Chorus: Tom Misch]
Money, money, is it really love? Money, will it be love
Oh, man, again, I swear
Money, money, I feel it killing love
Money, will it be love
Oh, man, again, I swear
[Verse 1: Michael Kiwanuka]
I think I want everything
Everything all on my own
Can’t you see my diamond ring?

Young Thug – Niggas Ain’t Ready Lyrics

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[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, [?]
Yeah, slime, FBG, uh
[Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas ain’t ready, uh
These niggas ain’t ready, ay
These hoes on go, yeah
They ready like spaghetti, yeah
The cars gettin’ hit, mm
[?]
Your ho gon’ smash, smash, smash, these hoes stay ready, yeah
My bankroll wide and tall, these fuck niggas petty
She fuckin’ with a big dog, she better be ready
These hoes ain’t ready
These niggas ain’t ready
These hoes ain’t re-re-re-re, these niggas ain’t ready, yeah
[Verse 1: Casino]
Big flexed up, big checked up, uh, I’m on boss man status
My bitch walking in red bottoms, she on bad bitch status
Taliban chains in a rocket, shit cost a whole damn bird
That’s a thirty rack Eliante
See the rock in it, it’s shining
See the whips that I be pushing
All of ’em I have in cash
Two hunnid on my dash
Your bitch behind the [?] gettin’ smashed
Sittin’ back countin’ racks, nigga I laugh
Got OG bags in the city for the low
Buy a whole lot, get ’em for the twenty-five
I don’t walk through the airport boy, I take jets
Fly [?] nigga, in the city you know
Know how to make bands, I ain’t goin’ broke
[Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas ain’t ready, uh
These niggas ain’t ready, ay
These hoes on go, yeah
They ready like spaghetti, yeah
The cars gettin’ hit, mm
[?]
Your ho gon’ smash, smash, smash, these hoes stay ready, yeah
My bankroll wide and tall, these fuck niggas petty
She fuckin’ with a big dog, she better be ready
These hoes ain’t ready
These niggas ain’t ready
These hoes ain’t re-re-re-re, these niggas ain’t ready, yeah
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I hit the jewelry store, spend a deal
These pussy niggas really know the deal
My diamonds hittin’ hard, lookin’ fake
But these niggas know these diamonds for real
Your old lady ridin’ for real, I fucked her from behind for real
My gators got the swine for real
A couple hoes with me where you live
I got a new truck, it’s a Jaguar
Three hunnid on the dash like a Nascar
You play or fuck around, it be your last car
My niggas pulling up like a bad call
Hey, drip drop, red top
Uh, braids on my dreadlocks
And I growed up like the Boondocks
These pussy niggas tell a whole crew of cops
Just [?] Casino [?], yeah
Backwoods fit with a whole lot of loud, ambulance, yeah
I still ain’t spent the rap check or the advance, yeah
I still ain’t met a nigga that made me [?], yeah
[Chorus: Young Thug]
These niggas ain’t ready, uh
These niggas ain’t ready, ay
These hoes on go, yeah
They ready like spaghetti, yeah
The cars gettin’ hit, mm
[?]
Your ho gon’ smash, smash, smash, these hoes stay ready, yeah
My bankroll wide and tall, these fuck niggas petty
She fuckin’ with a big dog, she better be ready
These hoes ain’t ready
These niggas ain’t ready
These hoes ain’t re-re-re-re, these niggas ain’t ready, yeah

Ghostemane – I duckinf hatw you Lyrics

No! (Nothing)
Literally a million other reasons I gotta pretend I’m ok
But I’m not I’m not, I’m not! Never not the case, level 11 mage, I got it all made
Shouldn’t I be happy? What a waste! Shouldn’t I be? What a waste! Play this song
[Intro: Ghostemane]
(No, no, no, no, NO!)
Fuck love
I don’t want none, I don’t want love
I’ll be blunt I’m a time bomb
(Tick, tick, tick)
[Verse: Ghostemane]
You say I’m a God
But I know I’m not
Why do I feel like? What a waste! [Bridge: Ghostemane]
I’m no fucking God! (Nobody wants you, nobody wants you)
When am I gonna learn there’s never gonna be a forever for me a letter from me delivered to me? Teaming up with demons instead of trying to defeat them looking shawty in the eyes sayin’ “Take it or leave it”
Ima keep it under wraps that I a rap maybe then she won’t become a demon either and we can live in another reality count on me to Fuck it up, fuck it up! I’m not fucking happy, I’m never happy! What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! [Pre-Outro: Ghostemane]
(I was 15, following my dreams, holes in my jeans)
(Daddy hated everything, but his pills, got his thrills)
(With his finger in my face, in my face)
(Then he’d said, “What a waste, what a waste, what a waste–”)
[Outro: Ghostemane]
What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What a waste! What you want, bitch I’m nothin but a notch
I went diggin’ thru my lungs this is all I really got
When am I gonna learn to give it all up?