Earl Sweatshirt – OD Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
Give it up, we—
[Verse]
Somebody tooted in the student commons
The bell rang, he went home then argued in the comments
I watched the doppler move
I watched a child get introduced to violence
I beat you to the point, my noose is golden
True and livin’, lonesome, pugilistic moments, riveting
Come get to know me at my innermost
My family business anguished, now I need atonement
I set the goals, half my wings is broken
I spread the other for my brodie OD
Tiptoeing too much love, my sister showed in a rut
We getting over sinning up
Living in the moment, you been corrupt
Have some ginabut
Since a jit I figured what’s the use in giving up
I can’t give enough, shilajit in my sippy cup
Healing cuts, but real-really
I’m refilling the pump, no concealing it
Enemy up in arms bearing snubs
They just freakin’ see the cub
My memory really leaking blood, it’s congealing, stuck
Pieces in slums, one, peaking in the dust, weaving
I remember woods
I remember endo when he wasn’t remembering much
I remember love healing the ruptures
Feeling rushed, grew up quick
Trip around the sun, this my 25th, give it up
Gin and rum
We wasn’t supposed to be alive, no funny shit
[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it up

Eminem – Everything Lyrics

You know how we do what we gonna do
When we do it and we don’t give a fuck what you’re doin’
We gon’ touchdown! just dropped an album now, go out and get that one
And I got a whole stable of artists who’s able and fully capable
Of holdin’ a label ’til I figure out when I’m ready to drop
Or maybe not, Shady, look how hot you were on top
You were pop, you were so popular, now you’re not
You’re all washed up entrepreneur, how’s it possible? You know we gon’ get it crackin’ man! I told you ain’t no way to keep ’em quiet
With T.I. Back up in the private charter plane! Well, it’s not, if your little fickle minds would’ve caught on, but you didn’t
See, I don’t rap for the green, I mean, I ain’t greedy
But I also know what it’s like to be needy, and I will never
Go back to poverty, see, it ain’t easy to try to step
Away from entertainment, separate it from CDs
And everyday it just seems like we’re beefin’, even the media’s
Meat eaters, they gotta give you something to read
Or you won’t buy it, believe what you wanna believe
Let ’em feed to you the BS, P.S., peace to T.I
You gon be ‘aight and we out
[Chorus (fading)]
Everything I do is number one that makes you two
And that spells trouble for me and you
‘Cause that’s how beef starts between crews
And I don’t mind if I debut at number two
So why do you? We gon’ touchdown! Play this song
[Intro]
CD’s ain’t selling no more anyways man…
Look at SoundScan
I really don’t think it matters if…
[Chorus]
Everything I do is number one that makes you two
And that spells trouble for me and you
‘Cause that’s how beef starts between crews
And I don’t mind if I debut at number two
So why do you? We gon’ touchdown! [Verse]
It’s like our legacy’s pregnant, we’re planting eggs every record
They’re beggin’ me to release a CD every other second
But don’t expect it, ’cause every time I get hit with that question
I just deflect it, get Cashis or 50’s record and check it
And Buck is out like get these motherfuckers out ‘fore I smack ’em
Plus T.I. If we make money
And why can’t you be satisfied with what you do? Hold your head up on ’em! [Spoken Outro]
Peace! and Shady, baby, they gon’ make a bigger riot
When we touchdown! If we make money
And why can’t you be satisfied with what you do?

Earl Sweatshirt – EL TORO COMBO MEAL Lyrics

[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Every time a nigga didn’t spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin’
Harry Potter with the Dub-D’s
Magic hands, nigga, what cheese? Play this song
[Verse 1: Mavi]
Man
Lost my dawg to the staircase, took the highest spot on the podium
Ghostin’ niggas, probably smokin’ to the thought of knowin’ us
They loss a part of growin’ up
Spurned is learned, I had to keep a wedge to get out of the rough
Fuses clipped for nuisance, disrespect ’cause we carried enough
I promised I’d bury the grudge, preparing the carrion grub
Larry Oops, I was lost in the alley, in the air but not stuck
I spun ’til the lost of my grandmama buried the dunk
Send ’bout a prayer a month, through the above
Niggas moody but imbued with the funk
Better shit to do than play with food
The rhyming Rubik’s for fun
But I do what I want, ayy
And I rue what it was later, a looter as such
Confusingly up with paper
I’m shootin’ ones with the judge if he sentence my brother
Been with him, muzzled us from the cradle
So we goin’ to the grave with this shit
If we join the second line
The ancestors’ll hand us a drum to load the second time
Somethin’ scary ’bout airin’ out the shit I compressed
The fare gettin’ fairer now, the cost is
An arm, leg, an arm, leg, and a head
In all bread, the conquest for text, I’m pawnin’ the rest
My Bompton partner spawn when donning the red
I’m all on they neck ’til my car park is pardoning French
Spar with a few niggas, sparkin’ at the larger percentage
What’s alternate when the losses come as often as wins? An imposter clique thick
Don’t got a job, I only ball off pick-six
I’m fraught with friction, in July, we had shit lit as Christmas
Hollins been sensed niggas been lyin’, but we ain’t gon’ mention
Boo hit the stu’ and started sweating’, told her this the kitchen
You knew the rules
And we knew how to shoot the loopholes, jugo, beaucoup loot
And my kin and ‘nem got the cannon, you gon’ juke or boogaloo? Had a chance, didn’t crush me
We gon’ get it by all means
Rest in piece to my Ras G
Raw Fruit in the box, seeds
Let go, then I got wings
I’m seein’ red, I’ma charge
You seein’ red ’cause you salty
I keep the tears out my mind reach
I put my fears in a box like a prayer that you won’t read
Spirited Away the whole thing
Peerin’ away, I won’t leave
See you starin’ into old beefs
Ticket booths where they told me
Thickest thorns on the roses
Pistons roarin’ like I’m Rasheed
Pistons roarin’ like I’m Ben Wallace
Pistons roarin’ like Chauncey
Fill up somethin’ ’cause I been drivin’
Every time a nigga didn’t spot me
I had to figure out my own thing
Now we at the precipice droppin’ I been spinnin’ around the answer
Non-definitive, I just crammed it
Outward gifted, inward feel damned
I took my lumps, my bruises, grooves
What the fuck are you to do?

Earl Sweatshirt – EAST Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse]
Double back when you got it made
Thirty racks and weed, no fat in the collard greens
Off top was me, no cap, I don’t bottle things
Flashin’ grandmama rings on her fingers and fondle the thing
Hollow with glee
Not ominous but James Harden D
Weak niggas guarding will peak
Followers just like me
I lost my phone and consequently
All the feelings I caught for my GF
My hands was on her wings
I took ’em off, had a story careen against the bars
My canteen was full of the poison I need
The trip as long as steep
My innocence was lost in the East
Amidst the thick exhaust
Ahki hit the horn, it beep
Mention my sentence is strong
We all that we need
But don’t call me brother no more
I keep my sentences short
Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter
Ksubi’s cuff done hit the floor
Doobie Brothers where the city morgue
Who would truly love a visit from us? My soul and my heart
All in it, keep fishing
Gone, the macabre finish
And miss my Pop dukes, might just hit me
Depending how I play my cards
The wind whispered to me, “Ain’t it hard?”
I wait to be the light shimmering from a star
Cognitive dissonance shattered and the necessary venom restored
As if it matters if you think it matters anymore
‘Cause shit be happening with quick results
They couldn’t fathom all the damage that had to get done
Piglets in a barrel we cookin’ up
Don’t get a sparrow, no harrowed runics in that there tomb
And a share of deadly flowers bloom
Holler rabidly, we stare at you
And say a prayer
Let’s take it there like carrier pigeon
50,000 roots, none of ’em rigid
Some of them wicked how they grew

Bea Miller – THAT BITCH Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
I been runnin’ my mouth around the corner
Chasin’ it down the street
I cash in my words like I’m a billionaire
But I don’t have food to eat
And I keep talkin’ like I’m taller than the trees
But my eyes never see much higher than five feet
And I keep on tellin’ everyone the truth
But maybe that’s not the move
And everyone wants to hear a strong opinion
If it’s the same as you
And they say honesty is the best policy
If that were true, don’t think all of my friends would hate me
[Chorus]
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
[Verse 2]
There was a time, this guy, he tried to tell me
“Men can cheat, women can’t”
Then he proceeded to ask me out on a date
And I fuckin’ laughed
If you’re a woman, you were made to pleasure me
But out in public, hide them shoulders underneath
[Chorus]
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
Society is suckin’ on your dick
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
[Bridge]
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I’m that motherfuckin’ bitch
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
You should be suckin’ on my clit
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I said, I’m a, I’m a, I’m a bitch
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I dare you, stop me
[Chorus]
Society is suckin’ on your dick (On your dick)
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch (I’m a bitch)
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
Society is suckin’ on your dick (On your dick)
And since I got a pussy, I’m a bitch (I’m a bitch)
And since you are a dude, yeah, you can tell the truth
But as soon as I do, I’m a bitch
[Outro]
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
Watch me
(If I have to be, I’ma be that bitch)
I said, I’ll be that bitch
So stop me
Well, that song’s done
Song’s done, you’re done
Fuck! A banger! Oh my god! Fuck!

Yelawolf – Ghetto Cowboy Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
3, 2, 1, jump (Ohhhhhhh)
3, 2, 1, jump (Ghetto, ghetto)
3, 2, 1, jump (Ohhhhhhh)
3, 2, 1, jump (Ghetto, ghetto)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, back from the dead motherfucker
Hold up, back from the dead motherfucker
Guilty for killin’ these stale motherfuckers
Look straight at the judge that’s what I said motherfucker
Fell in the pit and bumped my head motherfucker
Bounced back on two legs motherfucker
Got shot with a silver bullet, ate the lead motherfucker
Sleepin’ on me, go back to bed motherfucker
Shoot ’til the water runs red motherfucker
I’m the son of a gangster, you scared motherfucker
Take a shovel up out the shed motherfucker
This planet could trimmin’ the hedge motherfucker
All the celebrity wed motherfuckers
Better leave the talkin’ to TED motherfucker
I ride dolo in that sled motherfucker
M.W.A., yeah motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and now I’m feelin’ great motherfucker
Prime steak is on the plate motherfucker
Went from sellin’ that mixtape motherfucker
To headlinin’ 100K motherfucker
808s motherfucker
I serve the bass motherfucker
Tell hip-hop it’s a new day motherfucker
At that rock and roll pace motherfucker
Outlaw, yeah that way motherfucker
Hold up, yeah, that way motherfucker
I’m an animal if my heart breaks motherfucker
That’s why I’m hard to shake motherfucker
Blood, sweat and pain makes motherfuckers
Well I must be a made motherfucker
Down here with no breaks motherfucker
M.W.A., yeah motherfucker
[Chorus]
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
Ghetto cowboy (Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)
Ghetto cowboy
[Instrumental Outro]

Miguel – Funeral Lyrics

(That’s right)
[Verse 2]
Call the coroner tonight (Tonight)
Blacked-out girl it’s a funeral (Funeral)
She was dead on arrival (Arrival)
Heart crossed, hand on the Bible (Alright)
[Pre-Chorus]
I lost my mind, yeah
So I made y’all’s mind up
Two souls and a dance with the de-
And only one comin’ out alive
[Chorus]
Send my regards to the mother and father
‘Cause somebody’s daughter I just fucking slayed
(Call the coroner tonight)
Blood on the carpet (It’s a funeral tonight)
It came from my heart (My condolences tonight)
Once I start, I can’t stop it (Go until you see the light)
And now we are prey (Mental)
I’m fucking drilling in your dead soul(Woah oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
I lost my mind, yeah
So I made y’all’s mind up
Two souls and a dance with the de-
And only one comin’ alive
[Chorus]
Send my regards to the mother and father
‘Cause somebody’s daughter I just fucking slayed
Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart
Once I start, I can’t stop it, and now we are prey
[Post-Chorus]
(Aah, twerk)
Go until you see the light
(Yeah)
Baby, do you see the light? Play this song
[Chorus]
Send my regards to the mother and father
‘Cause somebody’s daughter I just fucking slayed
Blood on the carpet, it came from my heart
Once I start, I can’t stop it, and now we are prey
[Verse 1]
I wanna dive in you tonight
Wouldn’t that be special? (Special)
‘Cause you’re so fucking special (Special)
And I think we ain’t a rental (No)
I wanna get you so high (High)
‘Til you feel it in your mental (Mental)
Do you feel me in your mental?

Earl Sweatshirt – 4N Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Mach-Hommy]
Uh-huh
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread
Send me the invoice
Send me the invoice for all that shit (Uh-huh)
Bet we can pinpoint all that shit
Then we can enjoy all that bread (My nigga)
Send me the invoice (Okay)
[Verse 1: Mach-Hommy]
Too much resin, resin, not enough resin
Too much 77, not enough 7
Too much Evanescence, wake you up inside with a Wesson
Too much dereliction, nosedives for the wretched
Shoot a Mac .11, take a vote ridin’ on the jet
And do a chapter 7, chapter 11
Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen
Suppose that, allegedly
I was chosen to keep your speakers broken
Allegedly bespoke and smokin’ we keep the beacon glowin’
Serrano, ham leg, hangin’ in the window
Arrested Development Mr. Wendal
Surreptitious niggas would miss a info
[?] sicko
Or catch me at no awards ceremony
Perish the hegemony horse feathers homie
Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely
Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney
Never phony, relish the testimony
[Spoken Word]
And I began to riot
[Verse 2: Earl Sweatshirt]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Bend we don’t break, swing we don’t miss
We just might might be okay, the same voltage
Hold the charge like the phone lit
No regards for the bullshit
Who all in? who got the cards flipped? Who on shit, who get the target split
Who on your marksman’s bad side
Going in landmines, don’t count steps
The old chest said it’s about time
Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry
We know death, alright let’s go left
Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers
Niggas remember them camp fires
I dip when they capsize
And swift hit the roads kickin’ cans like chivalry dead
You really dead, but we still ahead
Couple clips left, couple lips cleft
Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl
Spotting, got ’em from the top of the hill
Wrote it on the foggiest mirror
The quality thorough, ill
It’s all I could spill
There’s more I could do
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
[Instumental Outro]

Kane Brown – For My Daughter Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Someone to play catch with out in the backyard
To pick up the pieces of your first broken heart
Someone to say slow down when you turn sixteen
Yeah, I grew up without a dad, I’m gonna be the best one I can be
[Verse 2]
Someone to scare the monsters, when it’s dark in your room
Someone to put their foot down when you want a tattoo
And not just say I love you, but show you what it means
Yeah, I grew up without a dad, I’m gonna be the best one I can be
[Chorus]
They say dads are supposed to shape you and in a way I guess mine did
I knew what I wouldn’t do if I ever had a kid
They say history repeats itself
Well, I guess that’s up to me
I grew up without a dad, I’m gonna be the best one I can be
[Verse 3]
Someone to let you fall down and teach you how to get back up
Teach you how to be sweet like mamma and how to be tough
Yeah, I’ll never be perfect, but sure as those lines are pink
Yeah, I grew up without a dad, I’m gonna be the best one I can be
[Chorus]
They say dads are supposed to shape you and in a way I guess mine did
I knew what I wouldn’t do if I ever had a kid
They say history repeats itself
Well, I guess that’s up to me
I grew up without a dad, I’m gonna be the best one I can be
Yeah, I can’t change the past, but the past has sure changed me
I grew up without a dad, I’m gonna be the best one I can be
I said I’m gonna be a dad and I’m gonna be the best one I can be
[Outro]
The best one I can be
Love you, baby girl

Highly Suspect – Freakstreet Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Be the shit you talk about
Or shut your stupid drama mouth
It’s sunny out, I’m runnin’ out
Of time to care about what you think
You’re the only one who’s never really havin’ fun
You’re all in my face, runnin’ in place
Get out of my way
And will the left side move over? Will the right side move over
I’m comin’ down the middle today (Hey)
And I’m not about to share my lane (Hey)
[Chorus]
I’m washin’ all my history away
I don’t ever want to feel the same
I’m hopin’ that these memories will fade
Hallelujah
I’m washin’ all my history away
You can change or you can stay the same
I’m hopin’ that these memories will fade
Hallelujah
[Verse 2]
The change will come eventually
Nothing lasts eternally
Except for the changing tides
Nothing ever mattered, my love
A dream is all it ever was
Please take your time to cry
[Chorus]
I’m washin’ all my history away
I don’t ever want to feel the same
I’m hopin’ that these memories will fade
Hallelujah
I’m washin’ all my history away
You can change or you can stay the same
I’m hopin’ that these memories will fade
Hallelujah
[Verse 3]
(What was that?)
You ain’t ever heard of a boy that’s this bad
Your kids are callin’ me “dad” (Dad?)
I’m in love with the beat
I love to be free, I love bein’ me
I love the damn streets, I love the dance freak
My left foot broke and I can still kick heat, easy
Look how I do
Look at me travel the world with my crew
Look at me travel the world on my own
I’m in my zone, I do it all while I’m stoned
[Bridge]
Stoned, all while I’m stoned, stoned
I’m stoned, stoned, I’m stoned
I’m stoned, stoned…
[Chorus]
I’m washin’ all my history away
I don’t ever want to feel the same
I’m hopin’ that these memories will fade
Hallelujah
I’m washin’ all my history away
You can change or you can stay the same
I’m hopin’ that these memories will fade
Hallelujah

Highly Suspect – Fly Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Don’t like the way that I look
I don’t like the way that I feel
I’m acting like everything’s cool but maybe it’s time I start keeping it real
I’ve thought about killing myself
I’ve thought about ending it all
I’ve thought about standing on top of my building in Brooklyn and seeing how long it would take me to fall
I’m scared
And I’m losing my patience
I wanna feel weightless
I hate this
What’s up? Ayy, don’t know why I’m so fucked up
It sucks
Ayy, maybe I’m over-dramatic
But I’m just keeping it real
I’m not always okay
I don’t know how to deal
I wish I had someone to give me some love
I wish I had someone to give me a hug
I’m sick of the liquor and sick of the drugs
I wish I could just stop fucking up
[Chorus]
Dear Johnny, be honest
You can change if you wanted
And let me tell you something else that’s true
There’s no one else that’s just like you
Dear Johnny, be real
It’s okay to feel
One day you’re gonna hear this song
And laugh because you stayed so strong
[Verse 2]
Got a brother I know that I don’t call enough
“Hey baby boy, what’s up? I miss you so much”
Got a father that raised me when shit got tough
But we don’t really know how to talk about stuff
Got a mother I ain’t seen in 18 years
Just know that I forgive you, there’s been too many tears
I hope I don’t get any older
With this chip up on my shoulder
I think it’s time I switched it all up
[Chorus]
Dear Johnny, be honest (Yeah)
You can change if you wanted
And let me tell you something else that’s true (True)
There’s no one else that’s just like you
Dear Johnny, be real
It’s okay to feel (Yeah)
One day you’re gonna hear this song
And laugh because you stayed so strong
[Bridge]
I’m falling away
From everything that’s ever brought me down
I am the sound
Now
I’m falling away
From everything that’s ever brought me down
I am the sound
Now
[Chorus]
Dear Johnny, be honest (Yeah)
You can change if you wanted
And let me tell you something else that’s true
There’s no one else that’s just like you
Dear Johnny, be real (Oh)
It’s okay to feel (Yeah)
One day you’re gonna hear this song
And laugh because you stayed so strong
[Outro]
Hahahaha
I feel better already
Yeah
Think I just needed to get some shit off my chest
Wow
Thank you for listening
Thank you for being a part of our life
Shout out to Studio G
Shout out to Brooklyn
Shout out to Venice Beach
Shout out to Pam the cat
Shout out to Jolene the dog
And word to Eleven
Yeah, love you
This is a family
This is MCID
Hahahahaha

Yung Bans – Partna In Crime (PIC) Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
Better run, better run
Faster than my gun
[Chorus]
Woke up with money on my mind (Woke up with money on my mind)
No nine to five (No nine to five)
I think I’m ’bout to rob today (I think I’m ’bout to rob today)
I got that Nina on my side (On my side), partner in crime
Don’t wanna have to blow ya brain (Don’t wanna have to blow ya brain)
I love my main bitch and my side (I love my main bitch and my side)
They blow my line (They blow my line)
I told ’em both I need some space (I told ’em both I need some space)
Feel like Allah (Feel like Allah), I feel like God (I feel like God)
I wonder why (I wonder why)
These niggas say my name in vain (These niggas say my name in vain)
[Post-Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my gun
[Verse]
Faster than my gun (Yeah)
Blasted him for fun (Brrt)
Went from rags to rich as fuck
Bet the baddest bitch gon’ suck some
Pull up on her, bet she suck some
Hit her and her friend, that’s a plus one
I promise I came from nothin’
He ain’t rappin’, that nigga be bluffing
Draco came with a drum (Drum)
And that motherfucka got kick
Got it in the duffle, only way it’s gon’ fit
Still lookin’ for the nigga who been leakin’ my shit
Real niggas move in silence, if you ’bout it, keep it silent (Shh)
I got Dior on my visor ’cause the streets is gettin’ hotter (Pff)
I can’t sleep right now I’m grindin’
I been shinin’, look at these diamonds
Hope lil’ shawty don’t take it personal when I’ma bad timin’
Got a little bitch, she from Nevada
Shawty lil’ Spanish like Piña coladas
I woke, up told her, “Let’s get this money”
Her nigga done had too much [?] (Woo, woo, woo)
[Chorus]
Woke up with money on my mind (Woke up with money on my mind)
No nine to five (No nine to five)
I think I’m ’bout to rob today (I think I’m ’bout to rob today)
I got that Nina on my side (On my side), partner in crime
Don’t wanna have to blow ya brain (Don’t wanna have to blow ya brain)
I love my main bitch and my side (I love my main bitch and my side)
They blow my line (They blow my line)
I told ’em both I need some space (I told ’em both I need some space)
Feel like Allah (Feel like Allah), I feel like God (I feel like God)
I wonder why (I wonder why)
These niggas say my name in vain (These niggas say my name in vain)
[Post-Chorus]
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You better run, better run, faster than my gun

Yelawolf – Here I Am Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
I’m the dude
I’m the dude
[Verse 1]
Catfish Billy’s on, premium gas
I’m fuckin’ heavin’ with cash
I spray the ceiling with louie
Gave the ceiling a bath
Oh you catchin’ feelings homie, ease it on back
Catch smoke from a young gun
You gonna have to breathe in a mask
Trap boy, are you in need of an ass whoopin
‘Cause the way you lookin’ makes me helium laugh
Even a grad student tryna be prudent will get tossed even as trash
Top of the morning to you
Oh I’m so different to you
Hopin’ you prayed this morning
That you said “Hallelujah”
Malcolm you in the middle your algorithm is screwed up
Yeah Mark Zuckerberg I’m tattooed up
Here I am
[Chorus]
Here I am
Sittin’ here
In my chair
Mindin’ my own business, this ain’t even fair
What you said
I don’t care
I don’t want no problems
[Post-Chorus]
I’ma whoop whoop, I’ma whoop, I’ma whoop
This motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
[Verse 2]
You done woke up a sleeping giant, a heap of lions
You done stuck your hand on a pot that’s still fryin’
I done been down this road so many times that I could drive it blindfolded
Drunk, drop keys and hill climbin’
Bitch when I yell out uh-oh! Salute the low lifes
You all up on me you gamblin’ that’s it no price
To be game, ’cause I got snake eyes on both dice
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
I’m still hungry but humble, so let me buy you dinner
Swipe that black card over your shoulder, goddamn
These conservative fucking yuppies, man but here I am
[Chorus]
Here I am
Sittin’ here
In my chair
Mindin’ my own business, this ain’t even fair
What you said
I don’t care
I don’t want no problems
[Post-Chorus]
I’ma whoop whoop, I’ma whoop, I’ma whoop
This motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
I’ma tear this bitch up, I’ma throw a fuckin’ chair
I’ma whoop this motherfuckers ass I swear
[Outro]
Get up
Better tighten your lip up
I don’t give a damn about none of your crew
I’m about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya
Uh-oh, got a belly full of liquor, uh-oh
And I don’t give a damn about none of your crew
I’m about to do what daddy used to do
Get up
Better tighten your lip up
I don’t give a damn about none of your crew
I’m about to do what daddy used to do and whip ya
Uh-oh, got a belly full of liquor, uh-oh Slumerican squad up, motherucker uh-oh!

Yelawolf – Keep on Rollin Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro]
One, two, one
[Verse 1: Cub da CookUpBoss]
Salute me when you see me bitch, I’m the cook up boss
[?] life up in this bitch, now you gotta break me off
I party like a rockstar, you see me hoe
Henny where I put in work, best believe it hoe
See I am not a rapper, although, I’m something else
So I’ma turn it up a notch ’cause I don’t need these niggas help
Fuck y’all, not you, I mean all of y’all
I’m ESPN with this rappin’ shit, check my stats on how I ball
My elevator goin’ up, I’m never slowin’ up
‘Cause they gonna need a little more than lean
‘Cause I’m never givin’ up
I focused like I’m on some adderall
I got no review and no brakes, and I’m runnin’ out of patience
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah
[Verse 2: Big Henry]
Look at all this blood on my hands
Look at all these hands on my plate
Niggas that say that they real
They be the first ones to hate
Look at all the shit in my life
Did a lot of dirt to get stripes
But at the end of that night
Still need more than sacrifice
I’m the solo Orlando
Quartez [?] my family
We still goin’ commando, any business gets handled
Once the picture is painted, ain’t no way we can swerve
Get out what we put in, everything we deserve
Feelin’ good, feelin’ great, flights in and out of state
Must be in my DNA, the way I keep this shit straight
Fist full everyday, clips fool everyday
For whoever wanna play, boy I’m bustin’ out the gate
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah
[Verse 3: Yelawolf]
Uh, kinda like a Friday I feel
Kinda like a highway I feel, yeah
Hard white like a coke deal
Rollin’ with a spoke on the front wheel
Hardly in the wind, I’m tuned in
Let the grips underneath my rings, my teeth bling
Permanent pirate, slum to the dirt
Crown me king, imperial poet
Lace my bud with LSD
Picture me floatin’ at 16
Play with the ouija board ’til the Devil lost his focus
Mental wars, built me up
Veteran soldier, pistol totin’
Sharp as a sickle, drippin’, broken
Wish you would, I ain’t hopin’
Like a creek to an ocean eventually connects
I found my way into that wave and rode it with respect
Now some of these country boys are rappin’, but have no intellect
No introspective on the genre, just out there for that check
But fuck the world, I’m no lie detector
And if you’re conscious does not affect ya
[?] find investors
Monetize the lies you perfected
That’s a slippery slope to no end
But hey, that’s the way it goes then
After the show they close in
When you’re burning the wick at both ends
[Chorus: Yelawolf]
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I just know where I’ve been, I’ve been, yeah
I just keep on rollin’
Wherever the wind is blowin’, blowin’, yeah
[Outro]
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Krept & Konan – Cheating on Wifey Lyrics

( am I a G?)
I can’t lie I fell in love with the beat but there’s not future she belongs to the street
[Chorus: Mostack]
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm hmm Play this song
[Chorus: Mostack]
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm
[Verse 1: Krept]
Gyal what gives, sorry not bank
One question, are you gunna off pant
Man’s hot topic
Adam, Ishmael, Ibrahim sorry I’m just counting the profit
Big long coat when I enter, wait
I think I’m the black Arsène Wenger
Aim at your centre, tell me where your friends are
The ting went rrrah bet them man can’t rrremember
Got a couple marlis that don’t do raggar
Got no patience, big fucking hammer
And they always ask me the same damn question
Should I stab with dagger or shoot make splatter
Something dangerous in the night bag
I came with the crazy looking white lad
He looks kinda Irish, straps for a fivish
And he’s from joints Arthritis, Ay
Tell that gyal this is mint get your hand off
Real like Ramos, Gris like Cavos
Swap your flat from her jewels if I knock a couple grand off
Stones in my hand got me feeling like Thanos
Just a young nigga getting rich
Money like Mitch
Hussle like Nip
Used to have a big stick in the crib now I got a big crib in the sticks Ay
[Chorus: Mostack]
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm
[Verse 2: Konan]
Got-got something under the puffer
Red devil but I came with a gunner
Diors in the Spring double Gs in the Summer
Channels on your feet all I see is a runner (ooh)
Akhi in a dinger tryna find opp (scrr)
That big banger have you tryna find God
Came for the riches, taking your mrs
Jay 1 told you he’s joking but I’m not
Gold diggers looking for a pot of gold
Ice on my neck they don’t know if I’m hot or cold (crazy)
They keep telling me that I’m a role model but I’m here telling models roll (ay yo babes where you going?)
Right back to the suit if I sleep with my flicky does it mean I’m a G?