Bob Marley Inspired AFC Ajax Kit Hit The Net Triggering A Frenzy Among Fans

Jamaica’s diverse culture has long been recognized internationally, thanks to several icons that rose to the occasion to contribute to different sectors and industries that now make the island’s melting pot heavily demanded by international fashion houses and establishments.

The latest conversation relating to Jamaica’s cultural prominence in global spaces comes from a leaked jersey design online from Dutch football club Ajax that appeared to be inspired by Bob Marley‘s classic single “Three Little Birds.”

Reports are that the leaked jersey design is the football club’s 3rd kit for the 2021/2022 season. However, this has not been confirmed by an official. Fans of the Amsterdam-based football club unofficially made “Three Little Birds” their anthem since 2008.

The song was released on Bob Marley and the Wailers’ “Exodus” album.

Ajax is one of the most successful football clubs in the Netherlands, considered one of the “Big Three” clubs due to its dominance. The club has had numerous successes since its inception, having won the first UEFA Cup in 1972. Ajax also won 34 Dutch Football Championships (Eredivisie titles) and 20 KNVB cups.

It seems the new jersey design may have been supported by one of the sons of the late reggae icon. Ky-Mani Marley has made public his support for the Ajax football club. Reports are that the singer, who has been following promptly in his father’s footsteps, was excited to learn that Bob Marley’s song was the unofficial anthem for the club. The sing-jay had performed live at the Ajax-Athens match in the Johan Cruyff Arena in 2017, with over 70,000 fans present.

In an interview, the “Rule My Heart” singer said, “My father was a big football fan and you know football and the music kind of goes hand in hand for him. To be able to hear so many people at the Ajax stadium at halftime, sing three little birds would mean so much to him. To know that his hard work has touched so many hearts, that they made it the theme song, you know, that’s awesome.”

He declared, “It’s Ajax, that’s my team. From now on, until the day my number is called.”

However, Ajax may not have been Bob Marley’s favorite team, as his brother, Rohan Marley, revealed that Bob Marley had admitted that Celtic was one of his favorite teams in an interview with Celtic View.

Ajax’s new Bob Marley inspired kit has been leaked pic.twitter.com/f6JLaNrwir

— Bands FC (@_Bands_FC) April 27, 2021

Ajax's third kit for next season pays tribute to Bob Marley and his 'Three Little Birds" song. ?

Incredible jersey. ???? pic.twitter.com/xO7xmV8xLr

— FutbolBible (@FutbolBible) April 27, 2021

dudes who think Ajax was just a dish soap will be copping this heat, lol

— parker speed (@parkersw24) April 27, 2021

Ajax fans and Three Little Birds……. a true love story ?

— faiztheartist (@faiztheartist) April 27, 2021

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Akrobatik – Rekless Abandon Lyrics (feat. Reks & Chilla Jones)

Grrr, Grrr
I’m rattling this cage – rattling it
C’mon
It’s A to the K all day
With my homies from around my way

[Akrobatik]
Ak’s not the brother you want to f**k with
The type of cat you need a turbo U-Haul truck to hit
The dreaded linebacker frame’s back in the game
With a loaded clip of lyric slugs I’m packin’ for lames
Everybody dressin’, rappin’, lookin’, actin’ the same
Inspect as I inject the real back in your veins
Adversaries’ capillaries bust – they allergic
To the word perfect wordsmith with the absurd gift
To move the herd swift away from the wolves in sheep’s clothing
I do it with this mic I keep holding
Ak spits fire, feel the heat scalding
And live in fear of the career I keep molding
Like ceramic sculptures, gotdammit vultures
Swooping in to manhandle my culture
But f**k that, I give the game CPR
Carefully planned rhymes circulating through its lifelines
You’re busted like a BP pipeline
If you think you can f**k with my new CDs tight lines
I’m not just another nigga with a gripe I’m
Experienced, vintage, high percentage shots
Point blank range on the beat
You’re mad, ‘cuz my joints make change on the streets
Check the archive, my catalogue dates back to analogue
Feeling like the champ right now – raise the banner, dawg
When I’m finished, put my jersey in the rafters
AK-47 musical massacres
I shine like a beautiful Acura
Better yet, I shine like beautiful Africa
I wanna burn an L with Mandela
So he can say ‘Ak, you’re an intelligent black man, fella”
I’ll tell him ‘sir, I’m not worthy’
Then I’ll rip a show in Johannesburg absurdly
Give Akro the World Cup
Because I kick that shit that makes you rappers all curl up
Into the fetal position – like fiends
But no cookin’, no needle, just listen
You thought you was the shit but you were really just pissin’
Everybody off, because your flow was batty soft
The rhyme shotty made ‘em carry all the bodies off
The flow’s murder, your career – no further
Ransacked – y’all niggas is Tampax
Summer’s Eve douchebag niggas with nan stacks
I’ll end it off sayin’ peace to my man Smacks
Eddie Jackson – wish I could bring my man back
This is Ak – 1,2
Now what the f**k you gonna do

Yeah

[Reks]

Such a Star studded lineup, the booth light up
The truth writer sight of cyclops fire
I a sire won’t retire like run vocal spitting like Pun, Kool G, uzi on a loose leaf
More Kool Keith than Chief Keef
East beast bars beat what more you want geez
This epic on a record mass most respected lyric weapons
Giving lessons on sentence stretching sit and recognize the wreckage
Etch a sketch spit scribble you out it is about time I rap with Ak
Slap wack cats silly this is very legendary for the city
You miss it its a pity pinching pennies penciling witty commentary
Way before i knew to middle finger Tom and Jerry
I was buried in the five star college ruled parallel lines
Running laps around obstacle courses trying to get that flow flawless
Said f**k the law amidst the lawless
Thinking deeper ala barbers overhead bobbing in the mirror
Momma said to go to bed shoulder shrug to them older heads

[Chilla Jones]

Y’all rappers been hermaphrodites
Since Joe was slapping Mike for not keeping his afro tight
Me and Akro write sharp as an Exacto Knife
Don’t even act, you ain’t trying to re-enact no fight (nah)
Cats don’t like the fact Jones write
I don’t gotta rap like I move packs of Snow White (never)
You mad ’cause you been wack your whole life
Well, your style gotta be more current so get your flow right
Your biggest feat, for me, would be a lowlight
I got a holy feel with the mic, but don’t bite
Yipes – I’m back in a zone
I don’t care about a crown, I don’t rap for a throne
I don’t gotta boast, mostly the stature is grown
And you don’t gotta say shit when your status is known
I ain’t the one to match with to match wits
Sound like I’m stuttering, right?
But I’m sick when I rap, it’s a tumor cats get
They gonna die, whether tomb or casket
You three deep? Ak, gimme two more caskets
I reign supreme no matter who forecasts it
Jones

David Dondero – Michael Raines Lyrics

Let me tell you about Michael Raines
Got involved in the distribution of cocaine game
Parents kicked him out, girlfriend Kristin the same
Cops come flush it down, down, down the drain
Cat on the mouse and the cops on the cat
No traps could keep the acid brats
With pure plush leather seats for drums
We could never get away from those
Outer suburban perimeter strip mall slums
We were stupid then
Trying to capture the zen of broken glass bombs
Well, great adventures on the jersey shore
Pouring motor oil in the pool of the girl next door
Iron Maiden, Radio City Music Hall, 1985
We were clones for the headbangers ball
We weren’t punks, we were cheese and corn
We were born and bred to fill out the college form
But Michael couldn’t make the grades
If he got B’s and A’s he would’ve had it made
His adopted dad said he’d buy him a porsche
If he got back on track, you know, back on course
But Mike was bored with these attempts to buy love
He was always bored and left alone
In that home on the hillside above
But most of all he was bored in those attempts to buy love
La-la- love. la-la-love
Well, back to Michael, what was his deal?
You know, he’s just trying hard to taste the feel
His cigarettes was his food, his beer was a meal
You know, he loved spinning so he jumped on the wheel
Old man Michael was a friend of mine
We got in cool car crashes in the summer time
Participated in petty crime
Well, I moved south and he ended up doing a little bit of time
When all along he was just looking to have a good time

Mir Fontane – Frank Ocean Lyrics

[Chorus]
Lately I been wonderin’ why you don’t play my shit
Claim you been a fan since I got beats from Soundclick
But every time I see you, you play Drake’s old shit
J. Cole shit
FRANK OCEAN
That’s everyday shit
I ain’t hating, I just wanna be your favorite
Understand that I’m a legend in the making
Change your situation, situation

[VERSE]
See I’m from Jersey baby
You know it get cold on the $ide
And we just be praying for Summer
Even though that’s when everyone die
Gunshots in the darkness
Don’t come outside if you scared
The Wet and that Wockey got fiends in the alley
It feel like it’s Walking Dead (yeah, yeah)
I swear my love is unforgettable
I’m not your average individual
And my bitch a walking swimming pool
I splash in it when I’m in the mood
All these dolla $igns, in my bank account
Tryin’ spend it all on you
Said I wouldn’t leave on yo ass
But I still went LeBron on you
I just pray for 100 bands
My homie jus want 100 guns
Pray he live to see 25
Cause he a Savage under 21
21 21 21
That’s the age they took my number one
His Favorite movie was the Drumline
Ironic he ain’t hear them drummers come

[Bridge]
And I don’t do the lean
All these dollars in my jeans (yeah)
Swear this life is but a dream
But you never listen to me (no)

[Chorus]
Lately I been wonderin’ why you don’t play my shit
Claim you been a fan since I got beats from Soundclick
But every time I see you, you play Drake’s old shit
J. Cole shit
FRANK OCEAN
That’s everyday shit
I ain’t hating, I just wanna be your favorite
Understand that I’m a legend in the making
Change your situation, situation

Baby Keem – Moshpit Lyrics

[Chorus]
Think I got a sense for a mosh pit
Likes on the ‘Gram make a bitch think she poppin’
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit

[Verse 1]
Ay, goin’ soul searchin’ with the demons
Murder in July, my mama made me mind my business
I don’t follow my ex on Instagram
Cancelled out my life if you fishin’ for attention
Bitch, my grandma love me, so a nigga straight
I don’t need a lil bae, Baby Keem stay patient, uh
Always looking out for the fake
Add a stranger to my list, unfamiliar faces
Gang, gang, gang, I live a lifestyle
Your bitch wanna f**k me, want the dick cause I’m famous (Yeah, uh)
Baby Keem got you niggas shook
Ten trap phones ’cause the feds takin’ notice
Bitch, I had a long night, where you at, ho?
Lettin’ her in my life and she got me losin’ focus

[Chorus]
Yeah, think I got a sense for a mosh pit
Likes on the ‘Gram make a bitch think she poppin’
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit

[Interlude]
Hello?
Bro

[Refrain]
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
Stupid bitch

[Verse 2]
Stupid bitch, (Top) when I’m hot it’s a tandem
Fake niggas drop, let they hoes call me handsome
And I don’t f**k with a snake, he’s an actor
Started getting paid, now my jersey’s in the rafters
Take cover when I take off on you
Pimp shit, ain’t losin’, they get my payoff on you
That’s how I floss, three nigga round me when I shop
Pull up, I got one night off
I’ma hit it then your blocked

[Outro]
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro

[Interlude]
Look, I know I’m wrong
We’re both wrong
Just call me back, Keem

Mir Fontane – Whatever You Want Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’m not your regular-degular
Bitch you should Google my resume
Shawty said that she taken, yea
But I’ll probably f**k that bitch anyway
Dance on these hoes like I’m Diddy mane
Ain’t on the track team but I run the city mane
Don’t need a rich bitch to know that I’m winnin’ mane
Give me a bitch that like Chinese store chicken wings

South, south, south, southside
Got me feelin’ like the boy now
Used to creep up in windows
Look, rap opening up doors now
Used to help my friend hustle dimes
We was bussin’ traps with a bus pass
Best friend used to sell weight
He had ‘Damn Daniels’ in his bookbag

Rap niggas smell like pussycat
And my waves smellin’ like a whoop ass
But nothin’ matters when the kush pass
Nothin’ matters when the kush pass
I been spittin’ dope for five years
Got my breath smellin’ like a meth lab
Niggas switchin’ sides, hoes switchin’ teams
Throwin’ pussy at me like a chest pass

But it’s a new season, Renaissance
I’m the new Da Vinci, I’m the new LeBron
I got a new cougar look like Chaka Khan
Chaka Khan, Chaka-Chaka Khan
Heart cold, money keep me warm
Pockets lookin’ like chicken parm’
My bitch a knock out like chloroform
And your bitch way dryer than Desert Storm

I got backwoods for the backstage
Black shades like I’m Johnny Cage
Jersey born, but I’m Camden made
I been a grown man since the second grade, yeah
I just walk in through the back
You show ID at the front
You do whatever you can
I do whatever I want

[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want

Why you hatin’, why you mad?
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’

[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it

[Verse 2]
And if you lookin’ for me
You know where to find me
I come from the side
Where they catchin’ bodies
Knew I wanted millions
I dropped out of college
I just wanna ball
Like I’m Charles Barkley

My white boy got a ladder like he Jeff Hardy
If this shit go down I know my niggas got me
You gon’ need Denzel up on this train to stop me
When life is short as Spike, it’s hard to do the right thing
Yeah, but I do whatever I want
I’m in the loft gettin’ drunk, I been tourin’ for a month
Theres hella chicken on the table, collard greens in the blunt
They said it couldn’t be done, but I do whatever I want

[Bridge]
When you come up on your own
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
When you really in your zone
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want
You do whatever you want

Why you hatin’, why you mad?
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
I do whatever I want
Every ex I ever had
I can get back when I want
I can get back when I want
Cause you do what you want when you poppin’

[Hook]
Yeahhh, and
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
That’s what happens when you got it
Yeahhh
That’s what happens when you got it
You do what you want when you poppin
That’s what happens when you got it

Cab Calloway – The Jumpin’ Jive Lyrics

Hep-hep!
De-boodle-de-ack, de-boodle-de-ackasaki!
Hep-hep!
Oh, rang-tang, te-dah-dah
Hep-hep!
Gonna tell you ’bout the jumpin’ jive
Hep-hep!
Jim, jam, jump, the jumpin’ jive;
Hep-hep!
Cats gonna beat out this mellow jive;
Hep-hep!
Beat it out on the mellow side

Boy?
Whatcha gonna say there, gate?
Oh, boy!
Whatcha gonna say there, gate?
Palomar, shalomar, Swanee shore
Let me dig that jive once more
Boy!
Lay it right on down to the gator
Oh, boy!
Lay it flat as a gator
Now, can’t you hear those hepcats call
Yeah!
Come on, boys, let’s have a ball!
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin’ jive
Makes you dig your jive on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump is the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you’re four foot five
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, don’t you be that ickeroo
Get hep, come on and follow through
Then you get your steady foo
You make the joint jump like the gators do
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin’ jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jumpin’ jive
Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin’ jive
Will make you dig your jive on the mellow side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jump, the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you’re four foot five
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
Now, don’t you be that ickeroo
Get hep, come on and follow through
Then you get your steady foo
You make the joint jump like the gators do
The jim, jam, jump on the jumpin’ jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
The jim, jam, jumpin’ jive
Makes you hep-hep on the mellow side;
Hep-hep!
Hep-hep!
[Scating]
Now, I’ve told you ’bout the jumpin’ jive
The jim, jam, jump, the jumpin’ jive
I know you dug this mellow jive
Oh, you dig it on the mellow side

Another Version
———————–
Boy? Oh, boy!
Panama, Shanama, Swanee shore
Let me dig that jive some more;

Boy? Oh boy!
The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin’ jive
Makes you get your kicks on the mellow side
Hep! Hep!
Hep! Hep!

The jim-jam-jump with the solid jive
Makes you nine foot tall when you’re four foot five
Hep! hep!
Hep! Hep!

Don’t be that ickeroo
Get hep and follow through
And get your steady foo
Make the joint jump like the gators do

The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin’ jive
Makes you like your eggs on the Jersey side
Hep! Hep!
Hep! Hep!

The jim-jam-jump with the jumpin’ jive
Makes you hep! hep! hep! on the mellow side!

EARTHGANG – This Side Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Johnny Venus]
Doo-doo-doo-doo
I pray for all my niggas, and niggettes
And non-niggas, and non-niggettes

[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Things change, people change
Love grows, come and go
Sometimes I get overwhelmed
I’m in, in over my head
Put my life online for sale
Put that wish up on a star
Put that money on myself
Sometimes I’m just by myself
Whole future, yes, I am
A livin’ god, yes, I am
What my grandma dreamed of, what these bitches cream for
What the city screamed for, what the city screamed for

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]
Let’s go to the lake
Let’s jump in it naked
We can escape
We can leave this place
They took Nip, took X
Just a hatin’ ass nigga, hope that I ain’t next
But if it pleases God, I hope the shooter aim best (Right here)
Then I fly to better lands and Neverland like Sandra Bland
(Earth to Olu)
No, I ain’t comin’ back
I think I hit the joint too hard, plus I’m tired of all this trash
And shawty just text back
Told me, “Baby, just relax, I’m gon’ be there in a minute
We’ll make love and make it last”
Plus the bottle’s on ice and the baby’s mighty fine
And the weed in the sky, shit
And tonight gon’ be alright, ’cause

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
3 a.m. the only time that I can hear myself think
Why is every waking moment feeling more like a dream?
Busted Reeboks, ashy nigga off on Camden Road
Walkin’ proof of what can happen when you say what you mean
Just ’cause niggas cop your jersey don’t mean they on your team
As you grow, decide who worthy of the presence you keep
I learned it early
Rick James, Charlie Murphy, I’m a product of the chitlin circuit
I’m a product of the need to purchase
Drop bars like I’m losing service
Roll my R’s when I feel exotic
Hit the blunt like a damn pinãta, ayy caramba
I was a beast, now I’m the jungle
Now I’m the wind, now I’m the rain, the climate change
I crack a joke to hide the pain, it doesn’t work
We scratch the surface, we tip the bird
Don’t give a fuck, we not concerned, it could be worse

[Refrain: Johnny Venus]
Let’s go to the lake
Let’s jump in it naked
We can escape
We can leave this place

[Chorus: Johnny Venus and Mereba]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

[Verse 4: Doctur Dot]
Once upon a time in the motherfuckin’ West
I woke up to the stress and the titties on my chest
Twenty racks and the hundred dollar bills in the bag
God, if they come a-knockin’, they gon’ have to take me dead
Fuckin’ right, come on over to this side if you ain’t scared
If you ain’t ’bout it, get the fuck back over there
What if I told you what I could show you, pick a pill, blue or red
It don’t matter your selection, they both comin’ out your check
Motherfucker, yeah, you next

[Verse 5: Johnny Venus]
I ride, won’t never fall
I rise, the mornin’ star
I’m fly, I’m gon’ get far
On stage I give you chills
For the flesh I give you light
These words gon’ give you light
I’m death around the corner
Barrels at your door
Doctors, paid disguise
No, I won’t be denied
We was comin’ out of pocket, open mic and crucial rockers
Scoop them balls up on the nuts, I dump that dick off in her chakra
‘Nother lap around the planet, y’all been followin’ the saga
Turn the karma into commas, pray to God he ain’t forgot us

[Chorus: Johnny Venus and Mereba]
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this ride
We havin’ fun on this side
Whole lot of love on this side
Know you wanna come on this side
Know you wanna hop on this

Dreamville – Ladies, Ladies, Ladies Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: JID]
I always wanted to do one of these type shits

[Verse 1: JID]
Uh, I had a yellow girl, called her, “Dandelion”
She be panty-less, so no panty lines
She’s from Campbellton, north of county line
Steady hands, never let her count the bands, though
She fucked me, tryna pluck a couples bucks like a banjo
Had a girl that was a artist, she could draw, her name Tracy
She always outta line, making Mona Lisa faces
And we argue all the time, but we fuck like we crazy
She said her favorite thing is face painting
I used to have this white shorty, always hanging with the black folk
She used to bump Black Thought, I saw her using black soap
That’s a wack thought, ain’t wanna kick her to the curb
Until she asked me, can she say the N word?
Hey, can I say “nigga” around you?
Some nerve
I knew a girl from Jersey who use to love Donny Hathaway
And she was from Piscataway
Her brother pulled a gun on me, she told him “Put the gat away”
I was tapping that ass, I’ll never forget the Saturday
But it don’t even matter like D’Angelo and Laur’ Hill
I had a country girl from Alabama down in Mobile
At that time, she had mo’ bills than me
And she, her, had no time to chill with me
I still miss her, I wonder where could she be?
Hand me the Fronto leaf
Hey, damn bro, I don’t think we got no more
Aight, let’s go to the store
Aight nigga, shit, but we driving yo’ shit
You driving?

[Interlude: T.I.]
Young nigga, you don’t know nothing ’bout no bitches
Listen

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Now as we smoke and ride and reminisce
I’m thinking back to a time when I was young and dumb with single nigga privileges
I had a chick, her name was Loraine, did anything for me
On the day she get her hair done, walk in the rain for me
Pick Sharika up and stole the car, she wasn’t ashamed of me
Trapping hard, slept on the floor, and never complained to me
My baby went into stores and did her thang for me
Even ran from police and got it back on the train for me
Lame to me, half of these bitches, laugh at these bitches
‘Til the point you go on IG and you can rap for these bitches
Not to say I wouldn’t tackle these bitches, given the chance
If it happened, it was destiny, shit was out of my hands
I’m saying…

[Outro: T.I.]
Man…
They say karma is constant
That means it’s just… it’s a consistent cycle of…
Good and bad
Coming and going from every source of… life…
Existing on Earth, so…
If I fucked a bitch real good back in the day
You know what I’m saying?
I’m talking like real good and like made her feel, you know
Like the woman that it made her into the woman that she is right now, then I’d expect somebody should be coming to fuck me real good any day now
I mean it’s karma, right?
Shit

Token – Fuck Him Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, just got home, man. Just thinkin’ about this girl, and her fuckin’ boyfriend, heh, uh

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

[Verse 1]
Man, I don’t know how I feel about this girl
I’ve just been feelin’ somethin’ different every time I seem to be around this girl
And every time I see her with him, I just wanna be here leanin’ down to hurl
I barely see him talk, I know he decide he tellin’ her she needs a jock
I wanna be her reality check, repeating knocks on her door tell her she’s beautiful
And she should leave it locked, until a nice guy comes along
Hey wait, I’m a nice guy, what the fuck is wrong?
We just talked like once, I told her joke by nonsense
She pretended to laugh and really didn’t mean it later when she got it
She looked back at me, she didn’t think I happened to see, I fuckin’ saw
But there was nothin’ wrong
She went back on ’em like his football jersey tightly on
And I began to write this song

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

[Verse 2]
Yeah, she got that really, really, really, really, really pretty face
Don’t look slutty, barely any makeup, just enough to fit my taste
An amazing smile, type of girl you’d rather kiss and let her jack you off
But he rather play basketball
He rather play ball so careless and Richtown’s puppet
And brainwashed by parents
But she got a head on her shoulders
They pep talk and clone her
She gets jocks for closures, so she’s left not a loner
It smells great, and when she walks by, I breath it up
And I don’t know if I believe in love
But I can hardly see descendin’, I stare at her
‘Til she catches me, and I start to feel some tension
I’m lookin’ hard in her direction
Easy to see her breasts, but her heart is my ‘tention
She ain’t starvin’ for attention, no motherfuckin’ hunger
And type of ass you would pay money to sit under, uh

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

[Verse 3]
I just don’t get it, I’ma stay devoted to somethin’ different
He does the same as everyone and gets admired
And popularity was never needed
But maybe I say that because I was never capable to achieve it
But she’s different like a motherfucker
But every other girl’s a carbon copy of each other
I see similarities between us, I been different all my life
So I don’t care, that might be enough
To confront her and say it, but before I talk to her
I need to talk to myself and just cover the bases
I need to focus on more on the way I love her, not hate him
Every time I see her in the halls, my emotions are catchin’ me off-guard
Thinkin’ reality is hard when she gets with her friends
And I know at the end, she’ll be left with him
Then again, I’ll be left with a pen ’cause

[Chorus]
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him
He play sports, I don’t
He got abs and more, I don’t
He got girls galore, I don’t
And she love him, well repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him
Repeat after me when I say, “Fuck him”
Fuck him, fuck him

Quavo – GIVE IT TO EM lyrics

Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh
It’s Buddah Beats

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I’m like Odell with the contracts (Odell)
Scratch that
I’m up fifteen mil, that’s a fun fact (Fifteen mil)
Bad bih, where you from? Give me some (Yeah)
Come back, send me drum, banana, ugh
Catch a contact, Met Gala, Kanye, one
Come back, run that, run that, ugh
Fuck her first, then you pay the rent (Smash)
Shit don’t make no sense (No)
Fourth down, I need every inch
Now we first and goal, bitch (Biatch)
Now it’s time to get outta control
Hell nah, I will never snitch (No)
Middle finger to the government (Twelve)
Ridin’ ’round, windows president (Skrrt, skrrt)
She like it face down, and her ass bent (Yeah)
She throw that shit around, you gon’ have a fit (Hey, yes sir)
Bust a move, bitch (Move, skrrt, skrrt)
Make the news, bitch (News)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I had to turn the savage on (Savage, savage)
I had to turn the manners off (Woo)
First class, yeah, you sittin’ with him, baby (Woo)
First class, you sittin’ next to the boss (Huncho)
Big dope inside the loft (Big dope)
She said she too bad to knock it off (Woo)
At least that’s what you thought (What you thought)
It’s gettin’ real sad, the nigga ball (Nigga ball)
It’s like when ‘Melo came to the Hawks (‘Melo, ‘Melo)
He still got a jersey though (Jersey)
Way she work a nigga call him Deuce Bigalow
Pull up, bald head, lime green, Lamb’ Piccolo (Skrrt, skrrt)

[Chorus: Quavo & Saweetie]
I be geekin’ (Geekin’, geekin’)
I be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga (Break ’em)
Into pieces (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby)
I told her, “Give it to ’em, baby” (Woo)
When she geekin’, she be eatin’ (Eat it up, eat it up)
Break a solid nigga, into pieces (Yeah, yeah)
Might turn him into a baby (Turn him in baby, hey)
I told her, “Give it to him, baby” (Yeah, woo)

Dom Kennedy – Popularity Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse]
You been on my mind since we met, love
So nasty they forgot what triple X was
I put two fingers up and all the experts
With Dom K she do her best work
In my world they judge a man by his net worth
Teach him how to buy clothes, not invest first
Chain hanging on my Gosha sweatshirt
The Grey Goose in my system make the Benz swerve
Don’t change who you are for popularity
If she trippin’ just let her leave
No shame in my game, I’ma let it be
Keep everything so letter G
She asked me how I know so many strippers
She asked me how I know so many strippers

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Verse 2]
Since Troy Aikman, I been penetrating
Got authentic tags on my jersey’s
2 a.m. but to me it’s still early
And sometimes fine bitches curve me
I don’t get upset, I get massages
And 12 packs of Hanes socks at the Target
Been hit Balenc’, told em charge it
Stacks was against me cause I’m dark skin
Me and number 7 in the same boat
I love Malcolm X too, I got the game sewn
I don’t get to sell shit to get my chain froze
Diamond in the ruff, ya’ll rainbows
I got on all black with these Stan Smiths
Don’t make me have to hop another damn fence
Have me on the ropes but I’m Cassius
Pink Ace of Spade, no glasses

[Chorus]
We been gettin’ it in
We been gettin’ it in (we have)
We been gettin’ it in (haha)
Shit, I ain’t gone front (no)

[Outro]

070 Shake – Honey lyrics

(feat. 070 Tree, 070 Hack & Ralphy River)

[Intro: Shake]
Shake that, shake that, shake that, shake that
Shake that ass, Julz

[Verse 1: Shake]
We haven’t talked in months
Fun just isn’t fun
I barely even eat anymore
And we don’t cry for sleep anymore
There’s something I may try
This drink doesn’t taste right
It wasn’t like our drunk nights, drunk nights
It wasn’t like our drunk nights, drunk nights
It wasn’t like our drunk nights
We haven’t talked in months
Fun just isn’t fun
I barely even eat anymore
And we don’t cry for sleep anymore
There’s something I may try
This drink doesn’t taste right
It wasn’t like our drunk nights
Like our drunk, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: Shake]
But do you still think I’m funny, funny, funny?
Tell me, baby do you love me, love me, love me?
Butterflies
I know you feel it in your tummy, tummy, tummy

[Chorus: Shake]
And you sting like a bee
Like a bee
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
And you sting like a bee
Like a bee
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
Hey, honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
But you sting like a bee, sting like a bee
Sting like a bee, sting like a bee

[Bridge: Ralphy River]
You made a mess out of me
Showed me things I couldn’t see
You didn’t know what that’d do to me
Yeah you made a mess out of me
You made a mess out of me
Showed me things I couldn’t see
You didn’t know what that’d do to me
You made a mess out of me, oh yeah

[Verse 2: Ralphy River]
Lockin’ lips
We in Jersey, baby, rock your hips
Rock, rock, rock your hips
Show me all that confidence
My purity is prominent
And this is sophisticated dominance
And I’ve been, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
I’ve been runnin’ ’round revolvin’ doors
And she’s so stunnin’, stunnin’, stunnin’, stunnin’
I can see it comin’ out her pores
And it’s nothin’, nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
To somebody like me
Somebody like me

[Pre-Chorus: Shake]
But do you still think I’m funny, funny, funny?
(You know you love me, baby, come on, come on)
Tell me, baby do you love me, love me, love me?
Butterflies
I know you feel it in your tummy, tummy, tummy

[Chorus: Shake]
And you sting like a bee
Like a bee
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
And you sting like a bee
Like a bee
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
Hey, honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
But you sting like a bee, sting like a bee
Sting like a bee, sting like a bee

[Verse 3: 070 Hack]
One more time, tell me one more lie, girl
One more chance or I’ll give you to the world
Tell me what you really wanna do
Girl I gots to
Girl I gots to
I gots to know
I don’t wanna hold you back no more, no
With this love, with this love, with this love, oh
And do you still think you’re funny, funny, funny?
Funny, funny, funny

[Pre-Chorus: Shake]
And do you still think I’m funny, funny, funny?
Tell me, baby do you love me, love me, love me?
Love me, love me, love me
Love me, love me, love me

[Chorus: Shake]
And you sting like a bee, sting like a bee
But you sting like a bee, sting like a bee
But you’re still my honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey
Honey, honey, honey
Oh, but you sting like a bee, but you sting like a bee
But you sting like a bee

[Verse 4: Shake]
You know I really hate it when you turn around
You know I really hate it when they talk you down
It don’t gotta be what it has to be
Turn around and just dance with me
Now’s when you’re lookin’ like I take control
Faster I go, the more you moan
Stop it now
You know I really hate it when you turn around
You know I really hate it when they talk you down
It don’t gotta be what it has to be
So baby turn around and just dance with me
Turn around and just dance with me
Hey, dance with me
Oh, dance with me, yeah
Oh, dance with me
Dance, dance, dance, dance
To the left
Dance, dance, dance, dance
To the right
Dance, dance, dance, dance
To the left
Dance, dance, dance, dance
(What you say, Tree?)

[Bridge: Tree]
Save me the last dance, dance, dance, dance
Save me the last dance, dance, dance, dance
I blew my last chance, chance, chance, chance
I blew my last chance, chance, chance, chance
Save me the last dance, dance, dance, dance
I blew my last chance, chance, chance, chance
Save me the last dance, dance, dance, dance
I blew my last chance, chance, chance, chance

(I abducted you)

[Outro: Shake]
But do you still think I’m funny, funny, funny?
Tell me, baby do you love me, love me, love me?
Butterflies
I know you feel it in your tummy, tummy, tummy
But you sting like a bee

Dave Evans Solo – Help Along The Way lyrics

There was a time in my life when I

Didn’t know where I would go but I

Kept my mind focused on things that would move me along

To the place where I needed to be

I know you’re with me…

And together we’ll walk to the place where my life Where my Life

Will be lived and enjoyed and be guided by lights for me For me

My life is blessed by the presence

Of love and respect from the people I know People I know

My life has always been nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love

All through the years that I’ve lived Years that I’ve lived

There’s been people who showed me where I need to go
I need to go

They are the ones who gave nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love from above it’s pure love.

How do I repay the loan Repay the loan

To people who helped me atone Helped me atone

For all the mistakes that I’m sure I have made The mistakes I have made yes mistakes I have made.

They gave me the power to grow. Power to grow

They made me their Vincent Van Gogh Vincent Van Gogh

And they never ask for a cheer or parade.. They were never afraid, they were on a crusade, they were never repaid, they were love heaven-made, growing up Jersey made.

There was a time in my life when I When I
Didn’t know where I would go but I But I

Kept my mind focused on things that would move me along
To the place where I needed to be Where I needed to be

I know you’re with me… Thank God you’re with me

And together we’ll walk to the place where my life Where my Life

Will be lived and enjoyed and be guided by lights for me For me

My life is blessed by the presence

Of love and respect from the people I know People I know

My life has always been nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love

All through the years that I’ve lived Years that I’ve lived

There’s been people who showed me where I need to go
I need to go

They are the ones who gave nothing but love. Yes it’s Love it’s pure love from above yes it’s love

I Know You’re with meee

X-Shai – Real lyrics

[Verse]
Huh on the beat x shai
Heeyyyyyyyyy
Since I was born,
The streets take me…
Raised me..
Made me,
Feed me,
Hurt me,
Love me,
Been hustling,
Hustling,
Hustling,
Hard to my family proud,

R.I.P  my grandma, i  still miss you bad,
Coming from the streets. Everybody looking at you bad,

Never judge a book, without reading on the inside,
Why you pointing fingers though, heeyyy
I hope you make sure yours is clean,
You never see no fake in me …so you should face reality

I’m always real, real
My mom and dad is real, real
My brothers real, real
My sisters real , heeyy
My daughter sees no wrong in me.. Her love is real, my daughter
My baby got my back
And she really really real, real

Chorus
I’m real heyyyy, you fake 
I’m in, you out
I keep my middle fingers up, fingers up, to point my haters out
Chorus
Heyyy
I’m in, you out, out
I keep my middle fingers up to point my haters out

Verse]
They wonder, they wonder, why i’m alive, thank the lord, no man aint god  

Mama aint raised no fool so don’t play with me, 

Put me anywhere on earth…i swear to god i’ll survive

Life is like a pen  , you better  learn how to make it right, heeyy

Moving forward ever
Backwards never,
Growing forever
No lacking 
Sham never 
Fake never
Snitching never
Grind hard
Hustle hard
Money copy
Real copy

Heading to the top heeyyy
Can’t nobody stop me

Chorus
I’m real, you fake 
I’m in, you out
I keep my middle fingers, fingers up to point my haters out

I’m real, you fake 
I’m in, you out
I keep my middle fingers, fingers up to point my haters out

Verse]

Welcome to the new world
Where is easy to hate
Easy to kill
Easy to lie
Easy to gossip
Easy to mock
But hard to love, heeey
I just don’t know, huh, I think the world is ending, huh,

But can’t stop you hating, huh
You make me work so hard,
You on my balls so tight, tights 
We don’t look a like, like
We not in the same league, heeeyy
Don’t drive the same wheel, wheel
Don’t have the same swag,
Don’t play the same hoes,
My future so bright, bright,

I’m being real though, I was born a king, my dad and brothers kings, my daughter queen, my mom and sisters queens, 
  my baby queen. 
She hold me 
Down, lifts me up 
And always riding with me

Cuz I’m real, dc real, charlotte real, memphis real, denver real, baltimore real, florida real, miami, new jersey real, new orleans real, atlanta real, new york real, cali real, texeas real, ohio real, gh real, detroit real, chicago real, vegas real, vegas, new york heeeehheeeeh, heeeheeeeheeeee x shai

“New Freezer” Rich The Kid and Kendrick Lamar Drops Some Fire In New Video


This winter will be chilling. Rich The Kid and Kendrick Lamar drop some fire in their new video “New Freezer.”

In the Dave Free-directed cut, Rich The Kid shows off some dance moves as well as some ice cold jewelry fitting for the title of the single. He then rolls around the city in a car that is more fitting to be a space craft with neon lights and lots of cool gadgets. “Ooh, money way (money) / Diamonds, flexin’ (bling, woo) / I woke up rich, spend a grip on a necklace (yuh) / I put the plug on three way (plug) / Maserati go speed race (yeah),” Rich raps.

Kendrick Lamar came through racking a Kobe Bryant basketball jersey while driving a classic car. “Cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles) / Rule of the day, get a view every day / Get a b**ch with a tan by the pool every day / Get a clip with a plan, give a jewel every day / I never sleep, I gotta eat, I gotta dance,” K-Dot raps. The scene with the abandoned pay phone in the middle of nowhere will grab your attention. The two rappers eventually met up at a Chinese restaurant where the Compton emcee raps with his takeout and chopsticks in hand.

Kendrick Lamar has been having a busy year and that worth ethics equates to having arguably the best rap album so far this year, DAMN. Rich The Kid has been also having a busy year with his Rich Forever 3 mixtape getting a lot of attention.

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

Dounia – Shyne

[Verse 1]
I can only watch for so long, before I get uncomfortable
The centerfold, I gotta be, pay attention, see
I’m terribly offended they’re commending mediocrity
Are we honestly praising this commodity?
You call yourself an artist, stop, don’t get me started
Stop, don’t get me started
Not much of a drinker ’cause shit keeps spillin’ out
And I can hold my liquor, but I can’t hold my mouth
I can’t hold my tonuge, it lashes when it wants
I’ll blame it on the a-a-a-a-ambiance
Blame it on the excess clouding up my lenses
Finishing my sentence
My favorite kind of vengeance is gettin’ paid
Look back at rejection, and what it made

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 2]
I’m makin’ shit that’s honest, ain’t a product for a profit
Yeah my mind ain’t on my wallet
You won’t hear it ‘less I wrote it
It’s wack then I’ll dispose it
The standard that I’ll be setting is the standard I’m upholding
No silver spoon, shit just made me golden
I see your cards and I ain’t folding
I got a million in the molding, ’cause art takes time
And money it supply peace of mind

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Bridge]
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
I’ma pull a new vibe on ’em
I’ma pull a new tide on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

[Verse 3]
I ain’t in it for the money, I’ll get it when it’s ready
Take it back to my place, for conversation, Henny
For now I’m shooting campaigns in L.A. with some baddies
Yeah, with some baddies
Win the lotto, be a model, both funny concepts
Made my way in for some bread, yeah I finessed
Now I’m takin’ photos for some studio time
Couldn’t make it by when I worked the 9 to 5
In SoHo, with my eyes low
Closing shift got me lookin’ loco
IPhone with the glass broke
And my money barely seemed to get me back home
Yeah we gonna move to Jersey for your senior year
Quick, turn off the TV ’cause the landlord here
You still gotta take the train though, go to school in Queens
And get an education so you can live in Queens
‘Cause I ain’t got the means, your mama gettin’ tired
And when they ask what I do I honestly wanna lie
Ranking ain’t too high
Don’t end up where I am, promise me that you’ll try
I know you wanna sing, you can do that on the side
It ain’t about the money, it’s more about the pride
But I hope I make you proud still, mama
Hope I hold a Grammy up like a diploma
And when I do go to school, have my bread up
We’ve been in debt enough
We’ve been stressed enough
Been in debt enough, fuck

[Chorus]
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma do it like I’m tryin’, flex in due time on ’em
I’ma shyne on ’em, I’ma, I’ma shyne on ’em
I’ma sneak up from behind, skip the whole line on ’em
I might just pull a new vibe on ’em
Fuck a wave, I might pull a new tide on ’em

Bruce Springsteen – Jersey Girl lyrics

I got no time for the corner boys
Down in the street making all that noise
Or the girls out on the avenue
’cause tonight I wanna be with you
Tonight I’m gonna take that ride
Across the river to the jersey side
Take my baby to the carnival
And i’ll take her on all the rides

’cause down the shore everything’s all right
You and your baby on a saturday night
You know all my dreams come true
When I’m walking down the street with you

Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la la la
Sha la la la la la la
Sha la la la I’m in love with a jersey girl

You know she thrills me with all her charms
When I’m wrapped up in my baby’s arms
My little girl gives me everything
I know that some day she’ll wear my ring
So don’t bother me man I ain’t got no time
I’m on my way to see that girl of mine
’cause nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you’re in love with a jersey girl

Sha la la la…

I see you on the street and you look so tired
I know that job you got leaves you so uninspired
When I come by to take you out to eat
You’re lyin’ all dressed up on the bed baby fast asleep
Go in the bathroom and put your makeup on
We’re gonna take that little brat of yours and drop her off at your mom’s
I know a place where the dancing’s free
Now baby won’t you come with me
’cause down the shore everything’s all right
You and your baby on a saturday night
Nothing matters in this whole wide world
When you’re in love with a jersey girl

Wonder Broz – Chitty Chitty Lyrics

WONDER BROZ
Chitty Chitty Lyrics

Tool
I am that dude
GT repper
Gushers crew
Yeah I’m cool
Y-Yeah I’m nice
You better grab your girl
Hand cuff her right
I live that life
Life of a star
She ready
She sending me tweets
asking can we go steady
I’m like hold up girl
You’re coming on heavy
She says anything I wanna do
She’ll let me
Wow what can I say
But yes
She know the words to the song
I’m very impressed
She like how I dougie
And when ya boy flex
How I’m so connected
People show respect
Microphone check
Yeah the bugets is high
Lay low for a minute
But the buds didn’t die
Ya boy stay fly,
Fly like a new fit
Ask about Tool
Watch the responses

[Chorus]
She like my crew
She like my moves
She like my style
She like my cool
She like me Gennis
She like me Tool
Well baby girl guess what
We like you too

She like our
Chitty chitty chitty chitty chitty bang bang

Chitty chitty chitty chitty chitty bang bang (x8)

Hold up
Yeah the truth is in location
With more play then hit the radio station
Not from Jersey legit situation
Don’t blame me
Blame my dad for my creation
I’m pacing on the quest
To be the best
When I snatch up a girl don’t bother call her
next
I leave nothing left
Just leave them a mess
Then they never complaining
After rocking with the best
I’m Gennis
For those who don’t know let me tell you
A+ swag so
I’ll never ever fail ya
Never ever trail ya
I takes the lead
It’s money over everything
(M.O.E)
I swift on my toes
Q-Quick on my feet
Pavin the way to be next from the LBC
Like my girls coordinated I can ride the beat
No vegetarians allowed
Gotta like the meat
She gotta love me
She gotta love T
She got to be willing to do anything I need
Yes indeed
Baby ride for a G
And tell the world what it means to see

[Chorus]
She like my crew
She like my moves
She like my style
She like my cool
She like me Gennis
She like me Tool
Well baby girl guess what
We like you too

She like our
Chitty chitty chitty chitty chitty bang bang

Chitty chitty chitty chitty chitty bang bang (x8)

Sun Kil Moon – Moorestown Lyrics

SUN KIL MOON
Moorestown Lyrics

Her window looked out on North Church Street
An attic space overgrown
A photobook of smiling friends
Road maps, New York, Los Angeles
Her walls are Mediterranean blue
Her baby sister picked the hue
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore
Blue like the fingernails she wore

The house is not far from the school
Her mom taught on the Hudson
Her dad’s guitar sings open tunes
Reverberates up through the floor
Our love grew more one summer there
We’d spend our days just driving round
Old parking lots and neighborhoods
Are framed and charmed in Moorestown

I followed her across the Earth
Through parks in London, coasts of Perth
Newport, Kentucky and New Orleans
We shared a million lives it seems
I slept with her so many nights
We moved together heavenly
So close the North Pacific slept
You too were once beside me

She moved away to Williamsburg
Her eyes sad eye were waving
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell
When her name is spoken
And looking past the cold, long sea
I cannot bear to wonder now
If the cascading soft lights
Are glowing for us in Moorestown
Are glowing for us in Moorestown

Saba – World In My Hands (feat. Smino & Legit)

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Verse 1: Saba]
The world in my palm like it’s pomade
Cheering like they got pom poms on
And I document it, put it on page
Flipped it on em, I swanton bombed
And she say that she saw me on prime time
Stock going up draft combine
I don’t wanna hear about the bullshit, I could write a full book how you only keep it real sometimes
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I didn’t try to take my whole life and put it in writing
Put it on wax to play while you drive
I was on the bus with it
Just went to Manhattan on a bus ticket
Y’all still did everything but listen, now they tryna sign like a petition, submission
How I got the game in a choke hold
Knew my day would come, it was foretold
I’ve been focusing on keeping my balance, like I had a couple drinks in the cup-holder
I ain’t worried bout your boys moving backwards
Just the forward, 3 Man weave just the forwards
Justified, side by side, juxtaposed, jumping out, just to show you the…

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Verse 2: Saba]
Hey!
Look, they trafficking, they don’t got crossing guards
We hope to die, we just cross our hearts
Reader’s digest, I got food for thought
From where they keep pack like they move a lot
I was a diamond in the rough but rough was more literal
Now I kill with the literary, just drop it on em like litterers
I just put my life in some literature…like literally!
I can’t hold it, I feel all of it
The police targeted, like I’m shoppin
Want my albums posthumous, no fraudulent
Gas like flatulence, hoe I feel fabulous
I’m fathering…all these styles I hit, then they copy it
You know I ain’t worried bout that though (about that though)
Look how they react when I’m back home (when I’m back home)
I could turn a trap to a castle (to a castle)
Still yellin’ bitch mob task force (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
In my vans, mobbin’ through France
Got my name up on my jersey with the world in my hands

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Bridge: LeGit & Saba]
Daydreamin’ its real when we wake up
Gave my all but can’t say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
(Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

[Verse 3: Smino]
My beautiful dark twisted fanta-leaf
Burn like the pain when you see me grow
Yeah yeah it’s that same old negro
Crazy how now this weed shit legal
Bro mainpassion was the profit
Got to moving trees, like the breeze, only two-piece default
Judge slammed the gavel and he gone
Good man need a lil’ more tryna feed his people
Screaming reparations, ’till my respiration meet the expiration, uh
No ain’t no rush lil’ bitch, I got patience
Doctor the blunt, goddamn me I’m waiting
With the wind in my hand, ay, grinning like damn
Fresh linen, lining flicking like Teanna Trump damn, ay
A town stomp Fuck Trump, chunk
St. Lou taught me never front, stunt
Dave Mirra bring it bike on em, they been feeling dead dripping life on em
On your…head, turn to lice on em
Come to…bread, need a high quota
On a…quest for my lil’ niggas
Gotta get ’em back, turn the Phife on em

[Hook: Saba]
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
The world in my hands, the world in my hands
(oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
The world in my hands, the world in my hands

[Bridge: LeGit & Saba]
Daydreamin’ its real when we wake up
Gave my all but can’t say I gave up
They wonder what these dreams are made of
(Oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)

Tinie Tempah – Lucky Cunt Lyrics (ft. Big Sean)

TINIE TEMPAH
Lucky Cunt Lyrics (ft. Big Sean)

[tinie tempah]
please don’t tell the bishop i’ve been sippin’ on some sizzurp
got a dirty chick named lisa, use her tongue just like a lizard
i don’t even know the difference between halloween and christmas
i’m ? meets harry potter, i’ma muthaf-cking wizard, ha
reporting to you live via satellite
or in a sex tape with a girl who say she camera shy
helen bonham carter man, you speak, she aint actin’ right
your niggas dicks sound pussy: hermaphrodite
been partying for 4 weeks, hope them papers never saw me
hundred thousand dollar whip but still nobody will insure me
having orgies in the ?, bitches tryna jersey shore me
i aint leavin’ las vegas, you gon’ have to come deport me
ha, rum-pum-pa-pum, we at the bacardi table
a couple girls of live coke, we call em charlie’s angels
december, january, february, march and april
disturbing london baby, f-ck them other nasty labels
hickory, dickory i just had an epiphany
why’d i call myself tinie, if i keep thinking about bigamy
they put me in rehab, i’ma go jail for polygamy
ding dong special delivery
this a moment in history

news just in, another number 1
ask the club for 20 bottles and a couple blunts
hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come
i’m a muthaf-ckin lucky (boiii)
i’m a muthaf-ckin lucky (boiii)
look at the muthaf-ckin lucky (whoa)
hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come
i’m a muthaf-ckin lucky (boiii)

[big sean]
don’t f-ck a man when i pass by
i’m pass how, that tinie shit, might pass out
i p-p-p-ick that money up then dash out i’m bigger than your dads house
holding big ass bags of weed, look like i’m finna take the trash out
head so good i don’t need to f-ck
20 f-cking bottles i don’t need a cup
looking like i’m bar tending, chillin somewhere thats off limits
vip i’m all in it, me and my crew was all winning
20 cars thats all tinted, vroom, vroom, bitches
hoes jumpin’ from my balls
man, i rep just might go tinted?
boi, bitch i do my thang
got all these bad bitches tryna do my thing
i made a promise that i’m never going broke
f-ck a rainy day, i aint never gonna soak
watch me take a little bit then flip it into mo’
niggas flippin’ out tryna touch the shit
then i ? your ass to a ghost
rolex is my ticker, i’m off that liquor than lick her
her panties slippin’ and sliding, i’m in that pussy no wiskers
oh thats your girl, my bad my nigga, come get her
she probably answering the door, wearing my slippers
boii i do it

[hook]

Mir Fontane – Frank Ocean

[Chorus]
Lately I been wonderin’ why you don’t play my shit
Claim you been a fan since I got beats from Soundclick
But every time I see you, you play Drake’s old shit
J. Cole shit
FRANK OCEAN
That’s everyday shit
I ain’t hating, I just wanna be your favorite
Understand that I’m a legend in the making
Change your situation, situation

[VERSE]
See I’m from Jersey baby
You know it get cold on the $ide
And we just be praying for Summer
Even though that’s when everyone die
Gunshots in the darkness
Don’t come outside if you scared
The Wet and that Wockey got fiends in the alley
It feel like it’s Walking Dead (yeah, yeah)
I swear my love is unforgettable
I’m not your average individual
And my bitch a walking swimming pool
I splash in it when I’m in the mood
All these dolla $igns, in my bank account
Tryin’ spend it all on you
Said I wouldn’t leave on yo ass
But I still went LeBron on you
I just pray for 100 bands
My homie jus want 100 guns
Pray he live to see 25
Cause he a Savage under 21
21 21 21
That’s the age they took my number one
His Favorite movie was the Drumline
Ironic he ain’t hear them drummers come

[Bridge]
And I don’t do the lean
All these dollars in my jeans (yeah)
Swear this life is but a dream
But you never listen to me (no)

[Chorus]
Lately I been wonderin’ why you don’t play my shit
Claim you been a fan since I got beats from Soundclick
But every time I see you, you play Drake’s old shit
J. Cole shit
FRANK OCEAN
That’s everyday shit
I ain’t hating, I just wanna be your favorite
Understand that I’m a legend in the making
Change your situation, situation

Overkill – Supersonic Hate Lyrics

OVERKILL
Supersonic Hate Lyrics

Huh.
Lookin’ down the wrong end of a gun!
I’m makin’ tracks for Jersey before I’m wasted by the sun.
A simple man in a complex world got the means,
But the know how escapes me…
Yea-ah.

Opposite sides of the same fence,
Not far apart but still,
I don’t like you.
Supersonic hate.

Bang bang bang bang bangin’ on yer skull!
Eatin’ everything is sight, but still I don’t seem full.
Complex man in a simple world got the means,
Got the know how to rape me…
Yeah Yeah!

In the park sharin’ the same bench,
Not far apart but still,
I could never love you.
Supersonic hate. (Hate!) Yea-ah. Supersonic hate.
Supersonic hate. (Hate!) Oh Yea-ah. Supersonic…
Hate

Here we go! (8x)

Here we go! Sonic in the hate age. (3x)
Here we go! (3x)
(again)
Here we go!

Talkin talkin talkin’ till you’re blue!
Screamin’ supersonic hate, I’ll get over you.
Opposite sides of the same fence,
Not far apart, you know that I hate you.
Supersonic hate. (Hate!) Yea-ah. Supersonic hate.
Supersonic hate. (Hate!) Yea-ah.
Supersonic…hate! (2x)
Supersonic…supersonic hate.
(Hate!) Hate.

Bryson Tiller – Self-made Lyrics

BRYSON TILLER
Self-made Lyrics

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller

Let’s go

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, “How he purchase that himself?”

‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga
(made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me
(I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey
(I pull up, pull up)
f**king con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me

‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga
(made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

Beenie Man – Astronaut Lyrics

(Verse 1)
Step out clean and fresh in a mi white Gucci slippers
White shorts and mi jersey a clippers
Snap back cap, rasta cyaa wear fittas
Gyal in a mi pool and rush mi like crittas
Then Poppy come check mi wid the powers
Some high grade ganja weh broad like a flowers
Drink some rum and Campari mi need the bitters
Joke start run in a the hours

(Chorus)
Dem think seh mi nuh have no teeth because mi naw laugh
Seh dem cut out mi tongue because mi naw talk
But mi a tell you seh mi head top blast off

Man fell like a astronaut
Am feeling high, high, high, high

Am feeling high, high
Man feel like a astronaut

A suh the party go hard
Drink up

A suh the party go hard
Smoke up

A suh the party go hard
Mi feel like a astronaut

A suh the party go hard
Drink up

A suh the party go hard
Smoke up

A suh the party go hard
Man feel like a astronaut

(Verse 2)
Music a play and a dozen gyal a whine up
A dozen more over deh suh waan join up
Application send in and gyal a line up
Yeah, and two dozen more a sign up
After that we and the whole a dem go link up
High grade a burn and wi a drink up
Gyal a pore more liquor in a the king cup
And a ask how mi suh serious

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

Bryson Tiller – Self-Made (True To Self Album)

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let’s go
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
I spend that ’cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I’m splurging on myself
You should worry ’bout yourself, I’ve been working on myself
I’ve been balling like I’m Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What’s next? I’m nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"
‘Cause I’m a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Must’ve heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don’t know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can’t be
They wan’ be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me
‘Cause I’m a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I’m getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga
Count that mula with my thumb
502, that’s where I’m from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don’t do this shit for fun
100 million, then I’m done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want
Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that’s a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it
Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah

King Lil G – Kennedy

[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I’m Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To ’96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn’t Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It’s Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don’t Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I’ll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I’ll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm – Blindfolded
In A White Man’s World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It’s Cancer
Then You’ll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They’ll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They’ll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I’m A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That’s The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
I’m Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn’t Match My Life’s Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That’s The Only Way I Came Up
Now There’s No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I’m In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike’s
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
And all forms of human life

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

King Lil G – Kennedy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, This Dedicated To My Dog In That Cell
Waiting For The Mail To Come
I Know You Probably Feel Like People Forgot About You
For My People Stuck In The Projects

[Verse 1]
Momma I’m Get You That House
You Always Wanted
In The Hills Of The City
Where Cops Never Patrol
Let Me Take You Back To ’96
Where Me & Black Kids Would Co-Exist
And Race Wouldn’t Exist
All We Wanted Was That 23 Jersey
By The Chicago Bulls
I Got Older
So I Had To Follow Prison Rules
They Separate Us
Give Us Guns
Want Us To Hate Us
Another Funeral
Checkmate
Homie They Played US
It’s Like A Dream
We Never Wake Up From
Trying To Ignore The Pain
We Just Blaze One Up
Momma Don’t Shed No Tears
My Intentions Are Great, Yeah
I’ll A Get You Out Of Section 8 Now
I Know You Hope I’ll Find A Righteous Girl
Remain Calm – Blindfolded
In A White Man’s World
The Streets Told Me Many Secrets
Either You Dying From A Gun Shot
Or Diabetes
If They Tell You That It’s Cancer
Then You’ll Never Beat It
Ask The Government
They’ll Tell You what It Is They Feed Us
They’ll Probably Put Me On The News
And Tell You That I’m A Hoodlum
Tell You Some Lies About Me
Like The Way They Did To Muslims
Rest In Peace
That’s The End Of Me
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
They Putting Prices On My Head
Damn Don’t Forget The Kennedy’s
I’m Out

[John F. Kennedy]
The world is very different now
For man holds in his mortal hands

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down

(Check It)

[Verse 2]
I Used To Look Out My Window
My Heartbeat Didn’t Match My Life’s Tempo
I Was Moving Quick
Hanging With The Troubled Kids
They Would Go To Class
And I Was Trying To Hustle This
Being Was Never Easy
I Could Never Lie
Half The Time I Was Blind
Gangsta Juvenile
A Single Woman On Welfare
Never Gave Up
Under Pressure
That’s The Only Way I Came Up
Now There’s No Telling Where I Might Be
Trying To Forget My Pain
Smoking Till My Eyes Bleed
I’m In The Dark
Trying To Turn On My High Beams
With A Couple Drugs Stuffed In My Nike’s
Cortez, Baggy Pants And A White-Tee
The Intention In My Soul
Is What Defines Me
I Wanna Be A Better Father
Than My Father Was
Become A Millionaire
And Kick It With My Youngest Son

[John F. Kennedy]
The power to abolish all forms of human poverty
And all forms of human life

[Hook]
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down
President Don’t Understand My Kind
That’s Why It’s Hard For Me To Smile Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Me Down Homie
I Think They Trying To Bring Us Down