NLE Choppa – Birdboy Lyrics

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[Intro]
Aye, huh
Yeah
(I don’t even think y’all niggas ready)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SGULL
(They not ready bruh)
(Tay they ready?)
Yeah, yeah
(Tay said “No”)
What?
Yeah
Huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Bullets hit a nigga up, like I’m playin’ Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah I’m the shit man
Nigga talking shit, so I fired on his bitch-ass
Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag
Choppa leave him stuck, that’s a bitch man
If a nigga play, Imma hit him broad day
With the K
Make a nigga go, ah, yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
Fuckin’ on another nigga bae, yeah
Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah
Nigga I’m real, you fake, yeah
I be totin’ them glizzy, we love toting’ guns
I do it for real, you do it for fun
When an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
I hang out the window, shoot shit like Lebron
You know that I hit ’em, I had to get ’em
They thought I was bowlin’, I had to split ’em
7.62, cut him down the middle
Cookin him up like a fuckin’ McGriddle
Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, bitch
Pull up with the gang
Twist a finger make it bang
To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
Bullets fallin’ out the sky, let that bitch rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name
Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin’
Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slangin’
Hit it from the back, have her changin’ language

[Break]
Huh?
(*Ringer*)
What the fuck?
Bitch stop calling my phone!

[Verse 2]
I hit her one time then I leave her alone
I know I’m not right, ’cause I’m doin her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin ’em serve, we serve in a cone
I’m a real nigga, you cannot clone
I’m cold with this shit like my first name was stone
I’m still a menace…
Huh? (What the fuck?)
I am a devil
Whole other level

[Refrain]
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that bitch is an edible

[Verse 3]
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was bruisin’
Now I’m up in high school getting head from my tutor
Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles
I’m a big dog, little nigga you a poodle
I sell a bitch a dream like my name Young Ruler
Pop off, like I’m Martin Luther
Bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah

[Outro]
Hrrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(They shootin’)
Slatt, Slatt
Choppa

Keybone – Nobody Does lyrics

Hey, Dr Jazz, turn me up
Let show these fools how we do it on the west side
For we all know it’s the best side
Ride with me, let’s ride!

Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does
Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does

I told you bro, they will want to know how we roll
How hard we go, yet just going pro, just so you will know
They are all snakes and fakes, They ain’t got nothing to offer
Got them running for the cover, I ain’t Yemi’s lover
Neither am I trying to be that father figure
I will rather see God than to see the wack live
Take a vac, leave! If that’s you, I have got a clue
Some things will never change, but this will and that’s true
Some other Kings were trained, but his skills in Dad’s shoes
It’s all baby steps, I drink what my old lady preps
Think about life and crazy celebs
I’m more about money, cash and banks we can stash those
Move up the ranks, give thanks, abash foes
Nobody knows how your trash goes
But now they know how the best does, don’t come and test us
We are in the kitchen, cooking hits for investors

Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does
Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does

Nobody bursts thus, they could hurt their vocal chords
Nothing but local gawds, trust me, it’s all hype
It’s just me, I’m alright, I don’t need no favors
I’m way sharper than razors, other rappers they play are soft
X-Ray us, but they can’t find “Chi-chi”
I’m long gone in an Audi tt, unstoppable, I’m untoppable
I’m topping my game everyday while you are comical
Before you crop into my aim, check where you are coming to
A straight shooter, dreaming like Martin Luther
Ladies screaming like he is Freddy Krueger, Dr Jazz is the producer
Keybone is the maestro, running things like on hydro
Only a psycho will think funny or micro
Wherever I go they want to know my viewpoint
Especially on a new joint, Rather than jumping
Make sure you will be humping, I’m all yours
The floor’s yours, so be bumping

Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does
Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does

Someone’s been asking what they see in us
Could it be because we are indigenous, is that why they are digging us?
We keep it icy and spicy, all about the jolly, we have got the lolly
I’m from the west of Nigeria, never hailed from Cali
Now you have heard from the horse’s mouth
Kick all of your sources out
They are rumor mongers and have no place amongst us
I’m way stronger now, even looking younger, how?
They want to know my secret, but they can’t keep it
Setting the bar higher, so they can’t leap it
They call it game, got in it for the fame
I came for the claim, that’s why I’m spitting flames
Hitting lames and switching lanes, till they can’t keep up
They slip up, they ain’t got nothing on rap and hip hop
This is what we do, and surely there’s a sequel
Africa’s magic, west side, no equals

Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does
Nobody Does It Like We Do
Nobody Does

Sy Ari Da Kid Feat. J.I.D & EarthGang – “New Malcolm X” Lyrics

(Intro)
The purpose of our organization of Afro-American unity, which has the same aim and objective to fight whoever gets in our way and bring about the freedom of these people by any means necessary.

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream, ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

(Verse 1)
Nah mean, nah mean?
Still shining in front of the hood like highbeams, yah mean?
It seems, I’m as great as a god
They say I’m the bomb, I got a date with Saddam
As-salamu alaykum, wa’alaykumu as-salam
Cooking turkey bacon but I don’t pray to Allah, nah
Die for it all or live for something
Shit can get disgusting within this discussion
Fuck it, would you risk your life for what you believe in?
The world is cold, at least you wasn’t anemic
They wanna kill me mid-speech, afraid of my truth
A few real niggas left, they hate that I’m proof
My value on demand, niggas can’t ignore it
And if you can’t buy it twice then you can’t afford it
See I’m the man of all this real shit these niggas is claiming
They physically free, mentally living in cages, pray for ’em

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream (had a dream), ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

(Verse 2)
By any means, yadda I mean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I had a dream
But it was nothin’ like Dr. King
I know that life is pie, I’m a tiger, I’m pissing on you clowns
Swimming in pussy drunk, pray to god I don’t drown
I’m Mister One Dollar, ain’t got a dollar in my pocket
Pick a coin out the rubble, long travel ropes, I suppose
I expose myself through the music, talking execution
Moves I do, kick dumb flips
Sommersault, mastermind, winter killed spring then summer ‘sault
Summer assault, mash words, mumble talk
I don’t fumble y’all
Look at me rambling as usual
You don’t know what sixteen gunshots will do to you
Two handguns, shotgun user like
Blucko blucko blucko, wasn’t none I could do
I was focused on the movement, wan’ kill me then do it like
We can be the start and the spark of the revolution
Televised through some rebel eyes, hella uncivilized
Dangerous capable individuals and odds, uh
Man, just bring in the pallbearers
All y’all thought we stole from y’all eras
Love them people you call home, equip ’em with long feathers
And make sure they stalk my steps wherever I’m walking, yeah
I’m Malcolm X on the X pill
Dr. King on the jet going to Russia to go see Sweatler
Hope they don’t check us at the customs and the connectors
Or whatever, hope they don’t check us at the customs

(Verse 3)
A lot of guys just overstate the obvious
Cliche niggas from colleges rambling about their consciousness
If you ask me, that’s exactly what the problem is
Politics and ‘Polly want a cracker’ nigga starting shit
I never beg for pardons, it’s the part of lion’s mafia
The horrifying rotting writing revolution army bruh
It’s a struggle with a C or a K
Social worker on the way, you children better behave
And all the Christians want to know if I’m 5 percenting
And 5 percenters want to know if I’m rocking with ’em
And the Hindus want to know which past life is the beginning
And I’m just shrugging my shoulders like my nigga what’s the difference
Still mass murder, I’m Nat Turner on Nat Geo
Who’s lyin’, kill a lion, wear his body like a snuggie
Hot fresh hemoglobin warm the skin of a druggie
And all these fucking fakes around me all pretending they love me
Still any means necessary
Even if it means getting buried
Even if it means getting carried by your closest friends
Rocking gloves at the cemetary
It’s gon’ get ugly, uh

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream, ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

(Verse 4)
Inspiration lying naked somewhere on vacation
Your whole crew zombies, no denominations
It’s strictly observation, so why bait you
Inflate you with my nature, put seas and extends like the makers
Won’t have to primate your height and states emergencies
Against the wall, head in your knees, somehow we reached this
I know I was walking eager, something awful lies between us
Probably a siren screamer, sky was falling through my fingers
But you see all of these bombs playing hopscotch so close next to you and me
It kinda got me thinking what is life but chugging ether
And loving people and I know that’s hard for you to see
When I say you I’m scared I’m really just talking to me
I’d rather change the subject, holidays enough sweats
And great sex caused the cardiac arrest
And to make it this far we done hobbled and stepped
I done lost a few queens for these here rap checks
You follow impressed, I’m in the jungles with hacksaws
Pushing the carvan inland for actuals
Holding my nuts on the cavernous as a lantern
Scrambling for the light inside your eyes with the fist of mud
Spend my little yearly earnings on a trip to the Nile
and send me the real searching for the real plug
Pray extension cord extend to Adamsville
Well shit ’bout as solid as a willow in the wind storm
Manning the cannons, handing ’em deaf slips lord
Way before my time, feeling like a stillborn
Under pressure like Freddy and god bless you
If you find yourself sleepwalking in on our session
Or find yourself late sneaking in on God’s lesson
Like you got your homework, couldn’t get the last question

(Interlude)
Excuse me, excuse me miss?
So you, you got your homework?
Couldn’t crack the last question
Ma’am, ma’am
Said you did your homework, I couldn’t get the last question
Damn, ma’am, please, please
Please help me out

(Chorus)
Yeah, new Malcolm X
By any means, I learned from what I seen
Had a dream, ’til it turned to a nightmare
Martin Luther the king without a queen, nah mean?

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I hit the mall gucci, Louie, Fendi
I just buy it all
Shout out to my shooter he retarded he ain’t got it all
Must be drunk bet you had you too much of that alcohol
John wall bitch i shoot but i dont play no basketball
Coulda shoulda woulda, but you didn’t
Double G my Gucci shirt is linen
I put Forgiatos on a Bentley
Windows tinted they can’t see who in it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
They ain’t sold dope in a minute
Back in the day i sold plenty
Cause minimum wage wasn’t gon get it
We gang bang nigga rep yo set wtf you claim
Thick bitch tattoo on her ass yea that be my name
Talk shit imma get you changed for a piece of change
Walking lick silence on the stick you won’t hear a thing
Sold dope from my granma house cause imma hustler
You might get a discount if you a customer
Yea i think you’s a rat nigga, you hang with bustas
This bitch say she in love w me but i dont trust her
I pulled up im in a tesla the color mustard
You police you trynna cuff her im trynna fuck her
She calling me I blocked her number im tryna duck her
Leave niggas with the shitty face i make em suffer
Got racks up in the pillow case and under the covers
You in a turtle race i got a quicker pace im getting bigger cake
Bigger cake up on my dinner plate what should i eat today
Aim at yo head crack it like a egg you think its easter day
I just bought my shooter rugers
Fuck her send her in a uber
Imma winner yous a loser fuck the teacher and a tutor
The feds watch my stash house i gotta watch how I maneuver
You make me bring my mask out you think that i was freddie kreuger
They find you with yo ass out now you smelling like manure
I picked up my shell casings dump them bitches in the sewer
We Shot up the family reunion bitch we some party poopers
I fucked her and sold her a dream i think im Martin Luther
You fucked up think you can fuck with me you got me fucked up like rosa feet kicked up sitting on the back of my tour bus
When i left the strip club i pulled out doing donuts
Ride forgious and velanos while your car on donuts
Niggas sneak dissing and dont even know us
You say you bout it you gon have to show us
Run off with yo money like janky promoters
My car is my baby i roll like a stroller
And we pop your top like some strawberry soda
These bankrolls on me be so big i can’t fold em
And we empty Glocks double back and reload em
I ran out of coke, so that soap what i sold em
Its so many grams in these blunts i can’t roll em
Got so many bricks on them boats i can’t float em
These pistols got bodies but we still gon tote em
Won’t aim at yo body them caskets we close em

B.o.B – Blank Mafia (Elements Album)

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
I been workin’, you been sleepin’
Flex on purpose, for no reason
Make your bitch disappear, black Houdini
Take the top off, like I’m streaking
Compliments feed me, I’m way too conceited
Sharp with my ego, I’m way too strategic
Martin Luther, I’ve been dreaming
Revolution, that’s dangerous thinking

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Dangerous thinking (X2)
They been plotting, keeping secrets
Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Turn off the TV, it’s way too misleading
Telling them lies, until you believe them
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it, repeat it
It don’t take a genius to pick up the pieces
I gotta speak in remedial English
Just for my niggas to see what’s the meaning
Straight from the bottom, its hell I done seen it
It’s crazy the devil got that bitch on freezing!
World is so cold, I’m sick with this flow
Swear it’s a blessing, I’m here with these people that’s
Losing lives, people grieving
People starving, I been eating
It’s No Genre, La Familia
We the squad, we the legion
It’s a jungle, on my chest I’m beating
Revolution, that’s dangerous thinking
Bandz

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Dangerous thinking (X2)
They been plotting, keeping secrets
Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Sometimes I can’t keep control of myself
Some people can’t get a hold of myself
Sometimes I can’t get a hold of myself
So I write a reminder, a note to myself
Saying fuck the whole world, it’s a global affair
I just sold some fire to Smokey The Bear
Times getting hard, any moment I swear
Ima move in the woods, in the forest somewhere
Saying, fuck all the taxes I owe
Grow a beard and start trafficking blow
Throw a party and shit, its gon’ be super lit
Ima call all the ratchets I know
I hear this voice, when I’m sleeping
Either its God, or Morgan Freeman
When you see it, when you see it
Revolution, that’s dangerous thinking

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Dangerous thinking (X2)
They been plotting, keeping secrets
Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

[Verse 4: B.o.B]
I am not preaching
Where are your facts, nigga you reaching
I’m peaceful but I stay with hittas’ that might beat the black off a nigga like, nigga you bleaching!
A lot on my mind, and my line is receding
I jump out my sleep cuz I keep seeing demons
Just got evicted for no goddamn reason
They prolly just mad cuz I’m black and I’m breathing!
I am not some kind of magical genie
That shits miracles out my ass while I’m sneezing
The work I put into this craft that I’m bringing
Is too transcendental for half of you heathens
It’s no secret, they been watching , getting heated
I’ve been mobbing, taking meetings
Evolution, that’s dangerous thinking
BANDZ!

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Dangerous thinking (X2)
They been plotting, keeping secrets
Boycotting mortgage that’s dangerous thinking
Boycotting taxes, that’s dangerous thinking
Boycott authority, dangerous thinking!

PnB Rock – Want It All (feat. Styles P) letras

[Hook]
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything

[Verse 1]
Spit it for the streets cause I know that’s what they want
When it come to work for them fiends I got that A-1
When I say that A-1, I ain’t talkin’ steak sauce
Bitch I’m talkin’ 9, 10, quarters and them 8 balls
Spit it for the jails know what it [?] feel like
Prolly ain’t gon’ be a fucking star but bitch I still
Rest in peace to Moe
I miss ’em we was drill type
Shit, ain’t a day ain’t around [?]
All I do is get high, fuck bitches, get fly
Blowing money fast while these niggas barely get by
Don’t know how they falter
Niggas always broke, man
But everywhere you go them fiends always wanna smoke, man
And I’ma get it right back
Put your chopper to the sky and wave it side to side
She keep it real high ’til the law come
And when they come, just pray
Just cause they make the law, we gon’ break it
That’s real shit
Real niggas do real things
Loyalty is a lifestyle that niggas don’t live, man
Lean told me that when I was upstate
Did a little bid, he was real cause he wrote me back
Real nigga facts, I sold crack to my man mom
Can’t change the past nor I can predict the future
This the gutter that mean it was real like Martin Luther
I had a dream I would make it some day
No job, DCC5, shit I was slanging yay
Know what I do is wrong, that’s why everyday I pray
[?] life of a [?] and continue with my name
Shit, fuck it I can’t help it I’ma muscle up
Movin’ weight these niggas still pushing double up
Been doing this since my bitch was playing double dutch
And we the same age since a youngin’ I was cuttin’ up
Chop it up raw, hood on smash
58, 12 skinnies put it in the bag
That was in the past this the present time
Nigga need work you say hoe let me call my line
‘What’s up Watt I need a couple jaws’
Like nigga why you cussing on my fucking phone
Ain’t God called back [?]
I got what you need just bring my cash
Send my youngin’ on a mission bring that chicken back
[?] flippin pack
Where they do that at, not around here
And if you not from ’round here no need to come around here
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I jsut want it all, I just wanna ball
Me and my homies spending millions at the mall
Came a long way from hustling up in the hall
Waiting on a trip for customer to call
Baby want the crib with the waterfall
Balmain, Hermes, vacations in the fall
Vacations in the winter in tropical resort
100 P’s in the town that I’m tryna cop ’em all
Tryna knock ’em off, then tryna cop some more
You was told that tough shit this what the Glock for
You tell these hoes you married
My niggas ain’t from Houston but we let them rockets off
You ain’t doing shit but you said you poppin’ off
You really got that bag and drop it off
This is PnB Rock and Ghost from D-Block
I want it all if it’s dirty money give me a detox

[Hook]
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything
I just want it all right now
I just wanna ball right now
Swear, I want everything, everything
I just want everything

ASAP Ferg – New Level (Remix) (feat. A$Ap Rocky, Future & Lil Uzi Vert) letras

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Future]
Yeah, yeah
A$AP
Turn my vocals up a little bit more please, yeah
(Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP
Yeah, load ’em up, yeah
I’m on a new level! I’m on it, I’m on it
Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
Woof! Woof! Woof! Ayy!

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I’m on a new level
Remember when mices jumping out the frigidaire
Broke, poor, they eliminate us
Throw my people down the incinerator
Malcom X, Martin Luther (hallelujah)
Jim Crow is back at it (talkin’ to ya)
Bought a gold chain (more power to ya)
Wanted more bling (but I got a Ruger)
Brown water in my system now (yea)
Henny got me in my feelings now
I’m feelin’ like “fuck the system now” (yea)
Cause all they do is shoot my people down
That newer level was the ceiling now
They want to kill us with the vision now
I’ll be damned if I’m killing now
I go to Sony, bring the building down
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I bought a new devil (I bought a new devil)
I still got a new shovel (I still got a new shovel)
To put you to my shoe level (put you to my shoe level)
Just know my crew rebels (know my crew rebels)
That put you niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (chain with the new bezel)
All my nigga’s put in work

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m on a new level
Getting money, went up two levels
Now my bars hot like a tea kettle
She ride my dick, I got two pedels
Bitch I’m hot as a match
Pull up to Diablo, that be two devils
Heard your girl was a freak
Yeah, but that’s only if you let her
Pull off in my ride with the new leather
Yeah, the one with the red letters
Matter of fact, you bring her, bring her
Ay, don’t forget yourself too
Yeah, matter of fact, bring your whole crew
Yeah, Lil Uzi pull Lambo coupe
Yeah, now your girl I’mma recruit
Yeah, blow on me just like some soup
Yeah, blow on me just like a flute
Yeah, blow on me like a loose tooth
Yeah, first she showed me just how it move
Yeah, I fucked that girl right cause she new
I will not touch her
Yeah, if it’s already not two
Hey, Rafi and Ricky, my boo
Yeah, went and new leveled my shoe

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
On another, ‘nother level now
That’s shrooms, acid, drank, weed, pills
Fresh manicure, breaking down the bag
Didn’t even stain my clean nails
I bet there’s some killers who die for me
Catch a body on they free will
My West Coast niggas ride for me
Word to the homie G Will
Dollar sign, dollar sign, dollar sign
My crew look like an exhibition now
Mama only riding Benzes now
Traded in the Expedition now
My bitches only flying business now
My pretty face up in the Gusiness now
I model Dior like I’m Christian now
Got her masturbating to my pictures now
Two front gold teeth
All I want for Christmas is peace between brothers and police
24 diamond karat gold leash on my exotic pet
Exotic car, no lease
And I designed it, back to you flooded with diamonds
Bitches they call me Your Highness
Sipping on medicine, when no coughing, no sinus
That alarm all the sirens

[Hook: A$AP Ferg & (Future)]
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on it, I’m on it)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (I’m on a new level)
Put these niggas in the dirt (yeah)
Chain with the new bezel (I’m on a new level)
All my niggas put in work (all my niggas put in work)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
I’m on a new level (I’m on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel (bought me a new shovel)
Put these niggas in the dirt (put these niggas in the dirt)
Chain with the new bezel (bought me some new bezels)
All my niggas put in work

Vic Mensa – Go Tell Em (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

[Sample]
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em

[Verse 1]
Go tell em, I’m gon’ tell what they don’t tell ’em
We been under water since they threw us in the boat
Sellin cotton pickin’ blues
Rock and roll, real role builders
Serving white America before we was dope dealing
Brick laid the birth of a nation, it’s the Roc
White house, black man, plantation, it’s Barack
But we still can’t cross the street
Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch
They chained us to the auction block but now we changin’ the locks
‘Cause even Bill O’Reilly daughter out here drinkin’ Ciroc
Now that’s what I call the 21st Century Fox
Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa’s white
It’s in town
Murder us right?
I just remember rap stars the new Bach
I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate
Nat Turner
Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready
And a hundred thousand more for ya
[Hook]
I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
I feel the blood my momma fought for
See the scars on her hand
Oh tell me there ain’t no looking back now
Oh lord, as far as I ran
So take these chains or give me death
Either way we coming again

[Sample]
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em

[Verse 2]
Stripped from the family
Ripped from reality
Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy
Couldn’t touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy
I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me
1-2-3
Now I’m counting up the casualties
Mounting up the calvary
Riding with a master piece
Shotgun shells show you god when they blast for me
Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me
Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity
Hangin’ from the trees, black blood on the leaves
Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea
I die on my feet ‘fore I live on my knees
So you know I’m not begging if I say “Nigga please”

[Hook]
I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
I feel the blood my momma fought for
See the scars on her hand
Oh tell me it ain’t no looking back now
Oh lord as far as I ran
So take these chains or give me death
Either way we coming again

Vic Mensa – Go Tell ’em letras

[Sample]
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em

[Verse 1]
Go tell em, I’m gon’ tell what they don’t tell ’em
We been under water since they threw us in the boat
Sellin cotton pickin’ blues
Rock and roll, real role builders
Serving white America before we was dope dealing
Brick laid the birth of a nation, it’s the Roc
White house, black man, plantation, it’s Barack
But we still can’t cross the street
Without the cops trynna Zimmerman us while the whole neighborhood watch
They chained us to the auction block but now we changin’ the locks
‘Cause even Bill O’Reilly daughter out here drinkin’ Ciroc
Now that’s what I call the 21st Century Fox
Where Megyn Kelly try to tell me Santa’s white
It’s in town
Murder us right?
I just remember rap stars the new Bach
I pull strings like the orchestra, shut down your corporate
Nat Turner
Run up in the doors to your Nordstrom with a hundred niggas ready
And a hundred thousand more for ya
[Hook]
I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
I feel the blood my momma fought for
See the scars on her hand
Oh tell me there ain’t no looking back now
Oh lord, as far as I ran
So take these chains or give me death
Either way we coming again

[Sample]
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em
Go tell em, go tell em

[Verse 2]
Stripped from the family
Ripped from reality
Belly of the beast to the grips of the tragedy
Couldn’t touch my soul so they whipped my anatomy
I re-wrote the script when they thought they had mastered me
1-2-3
Now I’m counting up the casualties
Mounting up the calvary
Riding with a master piece
Shotgun shells show you god when they blast for me
Running like a wolf when they send the dogs after me
Fighting for my freedom, yes I had the audacity
Hangin’ from the trees, black blood on the leaves
Jumping overboard, black bodies in the sea
I die on my feet ‘fore I live on my knees
So you know I’m not begging if I say “Nigga please”

[Hook]
I see the future Martin Luther dreamt when he was a man
I feel the blood my momma fought for
See the scars on her hand
Oh tell me it ain’t no looking back now
Oh lord as far as I ran
So take these chains or give me death
Either way we coming again