Lyrics containing the term: beer — Page #1,828 (2025)

LV on the hook, yo, they about to pay us.Took my stack off the table, beer to the head.Met my girl in the room, threw the cash on the bed.Ready, willing and able, bout to sit down at the table.

(Skrt, skrt)On the set everything clean, catch a jetIn the set wearin' rare stones on the neckIn the set (set)Give me my respect and a checkAnd I'm set with itPull up with the bag and I'm flexin'Aye what that nigga sayChuckie braved up we freed up we read upBefore his first tour IWas knowin' Justin BieberMy partner need ten grand O'Casse need a VisaWe tie the loose knot so we out to PommeraniaRain drop rainy and watch is titaniumPickin' with who I'm hangin' with'cause these niggas dangerous get the Oscar6' 1' nigga tryna fit in a BoxsterI had some fool niggas around IHad to let 'em goI knew 'em since Biology classBut bro you never knowRight when that economy crashed whenI was gettin' onAnd people in the poverty classThe ghetto stay awokeNo rest for the weary I'm seriousI ask Siri who the freshest nigga periodShe said you knew before youStepped into the mirrorA Zeiss lens couldn't makeThe picture no clearerSeein' everything clean through the lensWe the dream team had to lean on the fenceNow I peep the scene fromThe seat of the BenzWhat's the dealie Master C with the rimsOn the set everything clean, catch a jetIn the set wearin' rare stones on the neckIn the set (set)Give me my respect and a checkAnd I'm set with itPull up with the bag and I'm flexin'You heard what he said Rocks we heldOut scale pounds is selled outIf it hit the mailbox then bringIt down to Boldy houseI held the spot like I hit it on the dotAdd it to the pot and I stash it in my sockPass my man the jod andI'll catch another jabMy United Center niggas watched the BullsBeat the Cavs from the boxWhat I said is these little shorties hotCoulda been the next LeBron butIt's pills he gotta copAnd some softie got him offPass him a gold cross like Nas gave Lil DogMan I always had my pops soI share it with the blockThat verse from One Love raisedA lotta niggas upPark benches of the projectsIn that white ever AvirexPut it 'round his neck told himWe 'gon make a betYou could sell this fool a checkMan I put that on the setSeein' everything clean through the lensWe the dream team had to lean on the fenceNow I peep the scene fromThe seat of the BenzWhat's the dealie Master C with the rimsOn the set everything clean, catch a jetIn the set wearin' rare stones on the neckIn the set (set)Give me my respect and a checkAnd I'm set with itPull up with the bag and I'm flexin'Button up Burberry number 3 cementJewelry worth a 100 plus moneyFresh up out the mintEverything mint condition when I stepUp out the BenzTransparent Cartie lens with theRoot beer tintGet caught with the strands on meThat's a two year bitMe, Rocks Tris and ShruddieWe the toothpick cliqueNasir the big homie I'm theOne he gave the crucifix fingernails dirtyNigga I be thumbin' through some shitRunnin' through them icky woods inThe hood movin' grit'sBig bag full of chickens soImma call 'em BucharestAll of my youngins brag about isWho could shoot the bestSippin' on that yellow tussin'Thinkin' it's some MucinexNight slappin' in the p-jectsDingy white tee with theRing 'round my v-neckNot a murder in my v soundin' like a T-RexFrom selling mink white worksAnd some Kleenex20 years since Big gone since thenIt's been a shit stormI want the Benjis, fuck the bitcoinSuperman iceberg for Lil ShawnLay the foundation to build onToast to the real onesDon P bottles to drink responsiblyFeelin' like AC slater in this low varsityKeep them hypebeasts the fuck far from meKush god bitch I'm livin' inFriendly cat when he hatin' he real politeProbably pillow talk with the bitchesI know your type but dog I ain't the oneTo judge so it's aightPull up in the drop and takeThe top off at the light (skrt)Checkpoint couldn't find the workWasn't their faultLost your whole flow 'cause yourPath was a airballHoldin' no punches keepin' it real tallOn my way to Italy meetings with GilmoreSeein' everything clean through the lensWe the dream team had to lean on the fenceNow I peep the scene fromThe seat of the BenzWhat's the dealie Master C with the rimsOn the set everything clean, catch a jetIn the set wearin' rare stones on the neckIn the set (set)Give me my respect and a checkAnd I'm set with itPull up with the bag and I'm flexin'

You're the Whitney Stable.By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer,You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes,'You're stratosphere.You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick,You're the foist in the Irish svipstick,I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop,But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,You're the top!

Aw aw wow aw wow ah yeah heeAw aw wow aw wow ah yeah heeRide, and slide in my G-RideAll you freaks out thereCome'on an'Ride 'n slide in my G-RideAll you freaks out thereComing round the block once again with my jam ride,Cham is the man with love for the brown thighs and the butStuffed, round brother on me baby,But you know you can't fade me on my crewThe infinite mass late night creepinUnder skirts we peepin'So whatcha gonna do (whatcha gonna do)Nothing (nada)Comprende I know you like it soWhy fight it hellatightMy clique is rolling big timeIn lack of no beerWe don't care about'em anytime anywhereWith the windows downAnd their hands in the airScreaming party over here (everywhere)Playa hatas around the worldYou better take us if not get curated in curls'Cause my clique don't give a hoFront back side to side that's my clique and me gonnaRide, and slide in my G-RideAll you freaks out thereC'mon 'nRide 'n slide in my G-RideAll you freaks out thereAh yeah,Right front seat openHands on the wheel 4nLocks on the feelin''Cause I got it goin' it's onOpen the new mass ride songG-ride' n slide 'n my rideAnd hoochies better warn it highOr get a shot on bump'n'grind (bump 'n' grind)Drink red wine, glad to be aliveBulla bulla bullet to the minute I die'cause where I'm fromThe players keep playin'The players ain't payin'Let your momma sing what she's sayin'Cham keep 'em on (day on)'cause today it's an all night boneTurn the pager offAnd kill the cellularRoll through the city and forget about the regular isn'tAnd hook the fine digits up'Cause tonight's the nightYo!

I'm the definition of hot chin chinMe give it to you how you wanting [me give it to you]Me no stingy with my long tin [me give it to you]Me give it to you how you wanting [me give it to you]You wanting [me give it to you]You wanting [me give it to you]EK City na my mansionIf party dull we carry chromo go move sculptureWhen you enter poultry make sure you hold jerseyCos stukpo full ground and kpanshing is a hobbyBoys are now smiling cos the freshers don showOperation get all of them down before their wings growNo be by TDB stop your I Too KnowDownload fast jor and let the chocoli flowAhead no let Ekosodin boys mean youYou wey dey form stizz dem go clean youYou better soapily abi you no dey fear fearCos if you spin bros babe you go buy beerWho dey mozz there?Who dey mozz there?Listen my song be like werepe eh DJs just dey scratch I might be missing lectures but I still got classWho dey mozz there?

Southern nights are sippin on HennySouthern nights are rolling up that goodSouthern nights are hot sticky and muggyDoublewide tucked in the woodsSouthern nights are pitchforks and gravelSouthern nights are shooting cans of beerSouthern nights are chasing them donkiesBitch why don't you and your girl get over hereThe Southern moon exposes killersThe Southern moon is hot like fireThe Southern moon it knows our weaknessTrips you up like chicken wireSouthern nights are warm and stickySouthern nights are swampy and loudSouthern nights are home to the SkarcrowPosted up under the moon and proudWon't you take me back to the dark so pitch blackMost can't see where we at it's where I'm happySouthern nights are tipped back on SoCoSouthern nights are flippin off the PoPoSouthern nights are cruising in a big blockFoot to the floor quarter miles in a parking lotSouthern nights are hunting chickens with a spotlightSouthern nights are shooting at a stop signSouthern nights are trolling in the pitch blackOut on the lake with a six pack laid backThe Southern air stings with mosquitosThe Southern air gets hard to breathe thoughShot gun blasts with crazies chasingWon't you take me back to the dark so pitch blackMost can't see where we at it's where I'm happyIt's where I am one with this land I've becomeTake me home take me back it's where I'm happySouthern nights are going to the dope houseSouthern nights are gotta take the short routeSouthern nights are chasing that rabbitBlows to the nose 'cause you know you gotta have itSouthern nights are your bitch giving you skinsSouthern nights are your finger in her best friendSouthern nights are getting head on a dirt roadIf she ain't down she can walk her ass homeThe Southern mud will tap your luckThe Southern mud will trap you shutThe Southern mud will snatch you up Some say that's why it's red like bloodSouthern nights are drunk in the Waffle HouseSouthern nights are fucked up so we wild and loudSouthern nights are sun up when we get upTake your ass to sleep 'cause we gotta do it all againWon't you take me back to the dark so pitch blackMost can't see where we at it's where I'm happyIt's where I am one with this land I've becomeTake me home take me back it's where I'm happyKnee deep in the swamps far from any others it's where I'm happyUnderneath the trees where the green roof covers it's where I'm happyWhere it gets so dark you don't know if you're still alive it's where I'm HappyPlease let me die under dark southern skies it's where I'm happy

I’m so into you, I'm falling on to youI’m so into you, I amAnother day in the ghetto, God bless the deadI’m still pushing in the trapSmoking purp to the headI lost another nigga and a family memberDamn, there goes another one, timberI lost my daddy, bounce back like SimbaHard for these niggas to stop a real winnerWhole family eatingGuess who bringing in the dinnerMoney on my agenda, feds on the phone lineShe keep my bundle in the jeansI’m so dary onLong as you takin care of the hoodYou can carry onBarely grown but the hustle well knownMy nigga, I’m from where the birds flownWhole zip in my drawers rightIn front of the storePocket full of loaf make these bitches all goI’m into distributing my nigga, I movin snowWe into distributing my nigga, we move snowWhole zip my drawers right inFront of the storeI put these Nike's to workWhen I see the po-poYou ain't stackin yo moneyWhat you grinding for, forWatchu grindin forWhole zip my drawers right inFront of the storeI put these Nike's to workWhen I see the po-poYou ain't stackin yo moneyWhat you grinding for, forIt ain't what you make, it's what you put upStill flipping I ain’tTalking bout gymnasticsSpending my cop money on CD graphicsI’m from the home of crackI tell you bout trafficI tried to take a napBut the phone kept smackingTell them I need helpThey say I’m overreactingBut my clientele massiveSo a nigga know they watchingOn the other handBitch niggas is talking to the coppersRIP Mufasa, Gregory smithBefore I knock a nigga downGive em Italian kiss forgive me for my sinsI just wanted to be richA starter in the game, never ridin a bitchSlide up with a clip niggaLong as a trench coatThat’s how you rock when your cokeCome on a gold boatBubble over top like a root beer flowWhen the feds kick in the doorMan that’s all she wroteWhen the feds kick in the doorMan that’s all she wroteLil Blood keep it real likeBoosie nigga blood trillTouch 50, 000 of a white bitch in high heelsBlew 30, 000 in a week to see how it feelRock 10, 000 nigga, way before I had a dealMe and Rae bumpinDoing numbers out in HollywoodLost a few bandsBut the little nigga doing goodTrap 6 zips last week when I was in the hoodBought back 8 straight drop so it bounce goodRemix, had to double back to the black fencePepper in my pocket just inCase I gotta whack shitCorn ball clown ass niggas get the stainlessOn mamas imma hit where I’m aimin, bangingLivewire big body ridin, I’m a big dogThe bitch ain’t been I tell her get lostGet lostAsap, scratch off fast bitch I do it movinIf she ain’t choosing then the bitch loosing

Went to pick a man up in my fuk'n carThere's a rave up in Wentwood, It's not very farWe've got drugs and lager, we've been to the SparHouse, techno, acid - there's even a barAdam got fuk'd up, off his head on pillsHe got on the podium to show us his skillsHe dropped his can of lager and slipped in the messAnd ripped down this fuk'n minging birds dressThis minging bird said, "You make me cringe"Hussain' shoved his fingers up her mingeHe said, "My beer goggles are on but you're quite smart""Come back to my place you fuk'n tart!"She kicked him in the bollocks and punched him the eyeHe said, "you still haven't given me a fuk'n reply"She said, "You'll never get me back to your place."

Oh but those don't workMy focus is second to none, I'm parallelThe dopest since Blaq Poet wasFlipping so y'all niggas listenPay attention, recognize the greatnessWe on that ape shit, our ways are dangerousI'm well connected withGoons that'll disconnectYour head from your bodyAnd leave your body in a porta pottyI'm like the Maharaji royalty with iron bodyFat boy get loveDimes offer me they healthy bodyWax museum MCs they get melted downYou think you know my story'cause I come from BucktownMy sound on SatelliteDon't know what y'all sounding likeI connect with different parts ofThe globe every nightYou ignorant motherfucker need toGet your mind rightYoung fool ass dudes thinkingThat their style tightI got bars on smash like car accidentsMCs are road killRun em off the road by accidentMatter fact I take that backI did it on purpose you dudes is worthlessNot even worth a digital purchaseI got a beer bellyStill rocking the show shirtlessYour bitch reading my tattooShe wanna slurp itWhat are you fucking stupid?

All Yall is federalI know I be high cuz im onna new pedestalBag it be strong so I call it incredibleShawty be freaky she suckin my testiclesYo bag is weak so I call it oreganoBitch I got bags they full wit some pressureRoll me a wood then I mix em togetherSparking it up now im light as a featherI want me some grams ahundred or betterSee How im poppin on shit and im really just talkin I swear that I make it look easyNiggas be callin for features to see if it's free But I told em I don't do the freebiesIf I was bag and I flew wit the wind bitch I put it on me thatchu niggas can't see meI swear it be cap in yall rap and the shit That I rap I did it or seen it believe meFuck wit the liquor and bag but I promise I'll slap the shit outcha you pass me a beerSomebody been talkin im already knowing it Just cuz im high doesn't mean I can't hearStill can't believe I was 20 and touring and in different cities from rappin a yearSome niggas be hoes I can see they refectionI already know it's a bitch in the mirrorHow you gone rap wimmie actually factually Niggas be cap when they writing a sentenceIf you gone need you some help then go getchu some help Bitch I did all this shit independentTook me a minute to get where I'm at And I put it on me that im finna defend itNiggas be fake and be callin for money and help But I lied and said I couldn't send itWay that these niggas reciting my lyrics And preachin them to me I feel like a speakerI'm Givin advice and they takin it in And they heeding my word I feel like a teacherNot in the army but feel like lieutenant my niggas They follow me feel like a leaderYou niggas that opp on yo peoples and act Like you coo you a bitch and it ain't nothing sweeterHow yall gone say thatchu down witcho gang But when get locked yo ass started rattinKnow sum lil niggas who beefing for nun They fighting for sum that already happenedIf u gone rap and you gotta start liein To make a good song then you not really rappinHow u gone make you a song about something u did Butchu know deep down thatchu cappinAll Yall is federalI know I be high cuz im onna new pedestalBag it be strong so I call it incredibleShawty be freaky she suckin my testiclesYo bag is weak so I call it oreganoBitch I got bags they full wit some pressureRoll me a wood then I mix em togetherSparking it up now im light as a featherI want me some grams ahundred or betterYou think witcho Peter like Griffen I got this lil shawty name pepper im finna go pipe herArtist be trynna get me to write for them fuck do I look like im notta ghostwriterJust cuz you corny at writin don't mean Imma help yo career they had thought I was kinderIf gone do It and use it I promise I'll shootcha I swear I feel bad for a fighterIf he want smoke and I know where he at Then im not finna shoot him im finna address itWanna be corgal and coo witchu rappers But it's up to you if you wanna go press itReally don't care how we handle the beef we can shoot Or we fight but as long as we dead itBut if u gone shoot at my peoples I promise we'll come And ill sendchu a muhfuckin messageAll Yall is federalI know I be high cuz im onna new pedestalBag it be strong so I call it incredibleShawty be freaky she suckin my testiclesYo bag is weak so I call it oreganoBitch I got bags they full wit some pressureRoll me a wood then I mix em togetherSparking it up now im light as a featherI want me some grams ahundred or better

You've got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tireOutta the car longhair, your goose is cookedRead me my rights, fingerprinted, and bookedMakin' like a D.T. driving a Gran FuryWherever I hang my hat's my home and my past is kind of blurry('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter)Every dog will have its day, mine will be in front of a juryI'm the High Plains Drifter you know that I'm never in a hurry('Cause I'm a High Plains Drifter, drifter)Read me my rights, as if I didn't know thisThrew me in the tank with a drunk called OtisWith his five o' clock shadow, he smelled of three day old beerMy man turned to me and said why are you hereI said I'm charming, I'm dashing, I'm rental car bashingI'm phony paper passing at Nix Check CashingI went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn House of DHe said you behave son or we'll throw away the keyHoudini'd out the cuffs, I kicked the screw in the kneeI took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTBI had a good feeling, easy come, easy goI bet on one horse to win and another to showAnd sure enough that nag came inBrought my ticket to the window and collected my winAnd then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hangerHot wired, hot wheeled, and Suzy is a headbanger

Oh no (oh shit)Oh no (oh shit)Oh no (oh no no no no no no no no no)You say it's your thing to be honestLike it's kinda this token of prideWell to be honest, you are kind of a goddessBut being with you kinda kills me insideYou want me to explain it, wellIt's sort of this look in your eyeLike you're cooking an egg on the hood of your car'Cause you looked at it hardBut my heart is the egg and you're watching it fryI'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna lie I am gonna cryBut not right hereGive me like a minuteLet me get up all my feelings while I pop my beerShit is getting muddy and I'm seeking out the buddyAt the bottom of the bottle but it's not quite clearWhat you expect from meWhen you're disrespecting me?

Keep that smile up on your face/Everytime you breathe, it really compliments your style and grace/Yea mama, cheers to that. I'll drink some beers to that/You make me feel like a King girl. Yea here's to that/I appreciate the way you do your thing/Your flava and your steez.

Zoocci Coke DopeHe's the dealer (Dealer)It's always visibleIt's always present in the, in the musicCan't hear it when you listen to somebody shitYou can hear the intentionYou can hear what they tryna doSo if you come to it with like the intention ofI wanna tell the truth I wanna inspire youI wanna entertain and I want in just express what I'm tryna get offThen the records come out different in my experienceI was told that anything is possibleGotta stay solid stay honourableNiggas try to stop it wе unstoppableThis lean is causing pain in my abdominalPouring so much poison in my StyrofoamShouts to Nasty C this shit phenomenalHaters always need some shit to comment onMommy calling me like when you coming homeBack on my shit I’m back in the cavePull up on your bae like back in the dayI got monsters I got demons under my bedIf it wasn’t for this shit I’d probably be dead I promiseHope we don’t resort to no violenceWhen I’m with my bitch I give her mileagePerfected all this shit down to the scienceStay defiant yeahYou ain’t even as real as all your music niggaHear a catch phrase and then abuse it niggaI know that we’re at war but I ain’t choose it niggaI’m just praying to the Lord that I don’t lose a niggaIf we’re talking money need the maximumBuzzing in the streets I’m prolly platinumGiving you my words and then I’m backing emUnlike them I don’t just claim I’m actually platinum yeahAnd you a liar niggaYou wouldn’t be a match for me if you were fire nigga yeahPlus I’m a fire niggaYour booking fee is prolly just my rider nigga yeahI don’t like a lot of niggasR I P Nip you can’t trust a niggaDo it for my dawg when we chasing figuresI’m dying for the cause I’ll never die for niggas (Yeah yeah)I’ll lose all I got before I lose myself yeah (Lose myself)Talk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path yeahI pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeahOh wellI wish em wellYour cart full of dreams when are you checking outYou weren’t talking about shows when you said you selling outYou got a lot of issues need some airing outStack all my money making ways I’ll never change the route yeah yeahI pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeahOh well yeahI wish em wellIt's like you lose it immediately if you go into a creative space with a business intentionYou lostYou can still succeed with the business intentionAnd make a product that succeedsBut the art value is gone immediatelyAnd it's like to check your intentionsGoing into the albumAnd bring what you learnt from all your other shit toIt that's when the records come out different in my experienceTom Ford stilettosCharles De Gaulle airportMa swear she a centrefoldBuying like she exportIn the lounge drinking French portBut that’s my heart y’all get extorted by weird hoesBunch of cornballs hiding behind scarecrowsYours for the streets mine thinks of me when she heads homeGucci for the kids they treat this shit like Pep clothesZoocci with the strings give life to the kid GeppettoCognac Visetos brunch at TrocadéroStuff so many muscles feel like Brock LesnarI’m no wrestler I'm restless I throw bets on potentialCan’t only measure success by low benchesMy sense the process shows best where you go nextFocus on no man hold self to the code set no lessNothing's finished unless you started that's old gemsPour some Chris for my dearly departed old manI'm still me in a Mazda 3You still shrink in your mama's JeepYou get fees the master's meYou Toby I'm Master PThat New Orleanian typa breedMy psyche need balanceHigh key Maria CallasThe shanties leave us callous beer weed addictsHit the lick pack the demons with us to the palaceAnd all you get is rich niggas dripping with the baggageI promiseI could write a bible verse and still get a ThomasHaters burn idols don’t follow no commandmentsOnly one God but these kids breaking tabletsYou really on drugs used to be they would bag itMade French bread when you was still calling it BaguettePin bae legs on the wall Miles MoralesSavageOn my Fred Hampton RIP ChadwickI’ll lose all I got before I lose myself yeahTalk is cheap so give me that real and keep that path yeahI pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeahOh wellI wish em wellYour cart full of dreams when are you checking outYou weren’t talking about shows when you said you selling outYou got a lot of issues need some airing outStack all my money making ways I’ll never change the route yeah yeahI pray to God if I fall I land on love and wealth yeahOh well yeahI wish em wellMommy praying (Outro)

That's just off of natureThey say I been punchin' on beats like FrazierI got everybody shocked like a taserI'm in the booth with a Dutch and some sadoTwo more sips, I might finish the bottleFoot on the gas, I been pushin' the throttleDon't give a fuck if you like it or not, thoughSay, Breezy, how you do that shitSay, J, how you spit that heatSay, Breezy, how you do them drumsSay, J, how you spazz on the beatSay, Breezy, how you get that hardSay, J, how you think of them them barsAy J, is that shit a bluntYeah, but it look like a Cuban cigarDamn, J, you gon' let the beat breatheNah, that bitch gotta suffocateI can only think of like four off the topI ever take up on a dinner dateIf a nigga want beef, I'll serve it to himMy bars remind him of a dinner plateAt the edge of they seat, what J gon' say nextI see how these niggas anticipateShit, I thought I was calmAccording to some niggas, yeah, I'm some like a renegadeWhen I get sad, I just pour fours upTill it all look like a lemonadeThat's funny, I plan to be rich in a minuteEvict some out the circle, just like bad tenantsDamn, J just got a bag didn't itIn the hotel suite with ten bad bitchesShit, that's how my night went, how about yoursI watch out for my blinds, I like Michael OrrNot the one from the M, but that junt from New YorkJ, we been over this shit beforeOkay, right, let me get back on subjectI go by him and that's my only nounYou can wear big clothes all through the week, babyLet me see what's underneath the gownI hate when a hoe try to play you like a childThen tell me, lil' shawty, like, why is you hereI'm grown, you grown, shit, I get the bottleI see that the last one was buying your beerI'm feeling like nelly, my flow way too heavyEvery time I spit, it get hotter in hereDamn, this shit four minutes longI guess I'm stopping it here

Hello stranger you have entered the chamberWhere there is dangerThe game changerI drop bangers and have strong fingersTo shred in my pathThen hit you with mathI'm a strange humanI let the beast unleashHalf of y'all deceaseI'm really that skilledI'll have y'all grilledReady for the next mealYou should know the dealI'm tuff as stealI'll blast y'all with my blastersYou would think I'm a casterFeel the riff of the beatAs I clean up the streetsWith the murderous policeThat don't give peaceStill repping my cityY'all rep kittyI'm like an Optimus primeThat rhyme and drop dimesOn y'all piss poor rappers out hereY'all might have to catch me out hereI'm so top tier, I'm coming this yearI suggest you wear gearBefore you lose something out hereI am not playing no gamesI'm like a prime LeBron JamesThat will drop anything with some claimsAnd leave the world on flamesThis is the chamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersThese half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyThis is the chamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersThese half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyDarkness of the rhythmWill consume youThen put you in a tombWhere you rot for daysMy mind very twisted, all my targets are listed6 ft deep is where my enemies layNothing but bone and dustWith the smell of mustMy flow is very darkIt'll leave some marksPut you on starsHave you rap about carsThat's all they talk aboutWe might have a droughtWhen trap is not the routeThis is no doubtI leave them on a hertzThen put them on shirtsI'm shooting at rappers out hereI might be their biggest fearYou might want to drink a beerThis is cleaver chambersWhere I drop bangers, and uplift Sanger'sMy truck might need some swinger'sCleava chamber is a danger pieceSo, I suggest you hide your nieceAnd wear a fleeceAnd make sure you don't have a creaseWhile my verse leaves you in a hearseThen y'all all burstThen y'all die of thirstAnd make sure you will forever be cursedY'all should already know cleaver workPieceThis is the chamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersAnd these half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyThis is the ChamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersThese half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyPicture perfect image like glassI couldn't pay attention in classMore strays with AKsI might go mindlessIn my book of rhymesDiving In the abyssI might lose my sanityWith all the stealers and killersMy poetic skills make me a heroI lose I'm back to zeroHaters will never see you shineThat's why they behindI elevate with the image of timeScatter thoughts and fantasiesClimbing up the apple treeBalance of life and deathI'm a known threatBlow up your projectsWide awake with 3 clipsGoing into the abyssI can't missDrug dealing and robberyMy life that's how they look at meMy words cut deep into the skins of fleshI'm bigger than deathI'm a known threatPalms sweating from stressLoose your vest we are taking headsAnd leaving your legsI feel the tension in your bodyIt's getting numbY'all crumble like a cookieI feel amazed everyday a painSpitting flames in the hell giving mazeThis is what they made meLook into my eyes with no fearI shed no tearsBoys die on the dailyEverywhere is a little shadyThe chamber is fadingBut I'm really aiding this rap gameI feel no pain it's more to shameAm I to blameThis is cleaver chamber maneThis is the chamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersAnd these half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyThis is the chamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersThese half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyCleava nothing to play withI'll slap you from the backsideJust because you triedDon't test cleaverI might cause hysteriaThen leave you in a red areaI'm playing with wordsLike I'm playing basketballWith the height advantageThen I proceed to manageAll the things in the streetsI'm Powerful in the chamberLyrically inclinedWhile I leave all y'all rap stars twinedAnd I will forever be on the grindSo, I can treat music to mankindThis is the chamberWhere I reload my ammoAnd explode on these cappersThese half ass rappersYou get the memoI upload these demosAnd wear these nice clothesI have no mercyY'all not worthyIt's like that yawl

His said his name was Meek MillGot a sleek build and a street feelNo tellin' how many rappers that he killedSo be still, hand on my weaponWatchin' his movementsHe said, "If you the best nigga spittin'Nigga then prove it" a 12 o'clock showdownInstead of bullets, we usin' wordsVerbs and pronouns it's 'bout to go downLooked him in his eyes and saidHis killer's standin' in front of himI took my ten stepsThen spit a scripture to punish himStumbled him, the crowd was stunnedFell right in front of themI crumbled him in front of his womanI had to humble himHold up, I think I got hitRan to the restroomA ill verse right through my shoulderIt's just a flesh woundWalked out, the crowd hystericalYou done did it nowHe was part of J cole's posseWait 'til he gets to townDamn, he had a reputation for breakin'MC's down 'til they achin'I'm pacin', patiently waitin'Fuck it, let's get it shakin'I see that nigga ridin' up tall kidLight skin swag with his hair knotted upI shot him up, fuck all the talkin'No time to chop it up he stood tallI guess these verses just wasn't hot enoughSent somethin' back that wasBurnin' like black whiskeyWhen that hit meI knew the shit was just that riskyReact quickly, spit a verse from the old daysWhen I said I had to rideOn a nigga like road rageNo way has he survived that, let him try thatHad to lie backRight where he stood is where he died atBruise, battered and scarredThese niggas battlin' hardCross two off the listThe last name was LamarSome called him K dot, he a great shotHim and Jay RockHe a Top Dawg so I'm after they spotStill around high noonThe whole crowd thinkin' I'm doomedThey takin' betsThey sayin' I'ma die soonApply pressure to these five woundsA top five goon and when I'm deadBury me in my tomb with all of my tunesLamar got it in for meEither I'm livin' like a kingOr I'm dyin' in infamyI just want what is meant for meThe kid got intensityPlus he sick with it mentallyI orchestrate death like theReaper playin' a symphonyThey tryin' to make sense of meI'm built with a metal type densitySo if it get physical, you'll remember meHold up, Lamar walked inIt's him and four men he had a small grinHe must thinkin' Duffle ain't goin' all inThe whole bar cleared outSomebody cheered out"Kill him Lamar!", threw his beer outAnd then he peeled outIt's safe to say that he's the favoriteHe started blazin'Shit was amazin', I shot 16But it only grazed himHis intellect saved meThat somethin' you can account for but meI don't do the right thingsJust like a southpawI count four, shots to his stomachI'm all about war i said, "LookI shook up the world andDid it without y'all" stood over his bodyMy finger glued to the triggerHe said, "If it was anyoneGlad it was you my nigga"Damn, I hate that you had to goI cocked back and sent a hotVerse right through his skull, bang!

I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (okay)I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worriedHopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry (Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presenceLike I'm nitty, but your closed eyelids (closed)Feelin' like a menace to society I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety hold my beer (oh my)Ayy, listen here to make that kind of money You gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear)I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (rain)Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about Pain here (huh) Uh, uh, uh, she jackin' my beanstalk, get that?

Nah, that ain't even possible(Nah) It ain't even logical, (Nah) but do what you gotta do(That's right) Fucking wit me, Shit, is a whole different obstacleEither we getting money together, or I shot at uTurn beer belly's to 6packs, when I grip gatsFuck all the chit chat, I ain't even wit thatWent out to Vegas to party, wit a big bag(Big bag) Lost 50 in the casino, I'm tryna get back(I gotta make that back) Seat belt strappin, yeah I'll blast emWe ride like the coupe with the roof down, don't gas em(Man don't gas em) He thought it was all rapping, until I had to trash him, black bag em(Goodz) Grown Man Bars, for those living that lifestyleOur greencontrols things behind scenes, we some RothschildsNow u see Gees, no green screens, don't act wildOr you can get grown man scars, give you a new smileGrown Man Bars, for those living that lifestyleOur greencontrols things behind scenes, we some RothschildsNow u see Gees, no green screen, don't act wildOr you can get grown man scars, give you a new smile

I said, "Fuck this shit, let's head to the mall 'cause we young, huh, gotta live" (okay)I know niggas growin' up prematurely, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't worriedHopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry (Yeah, ayy-ayy-ayy, water)Don't even gotta finish my sentence, they feelin' my presenceLike I'm nitty, but your closed eyelids (closed)Feelin' like a menace to society I'm Dennis The Menace without sobriety hold my beer (oh my)Ayy, listen here to make that kind of money You gon' need to wish upon a fairy godmother tear (ayy, ayy, ayy, it's tear)I ain't talkin' Rudolph, I'm makin' it rain, dear (rain)Soundin' like I'm Naruto, talkin' about Pain here (huh) Uh, uh, uh, she jackin' my beanstalk, get that?

[Babs]Yeah, Brooklyn New York, stay focusedIts ya girl, Babs Bunny, the streets first ladyDiddy I see you babyy'all niggaz done met ya matchI'm somthin like a pimp you bust I bust backI game dudes got 'em callin me wifeyMy stomach stay flat baby mothers don't like me, huhChicks this heated then I give 'em my ice seeI'm the knockout queen y'all hoes don't want to fight meSexy, brown skin complexionConcealed in my purse its a deadly weapon yeahI don't pay for nothin at allI even get free dutches at the corner storeShot caller dudes stop as soon as I speakBabs Bunny the black jet queen of the week huhI'm fire just what the thugs desireGot a high pitched flow MC MariahWhen I walk down the streets niggaz squeak their tiresGot every club promoter passin me flyersI'm in there V.I.P. a sure nightWith a bottle of haze my weave is so tightI'm ready for some action hands in the airCrystal over here in the club no beerStuntin bad girl I do it for nothinTight dickies shirt with a pop top buttonBabs repeat it I'm something that the rap game neededThorough bread plus I stay weeded[Fred]All I need from you, is your word that when I come to the staiYou gon hold me downCause when you come to M.I.

[00:50.36]In the game, kick the door in, they were snorin'[00:53.92]Now it's mornin', no more warnings[00:56.15]Weather man reportin', so hide and scorch in the money stacks[01:00.17]We go have a couple beers, and I'm back to the liquor[01:02.56]Wait a couple years, then there is no one bigger[01:05.51]Get a job for a couple classics[01:07.42]Like kids stealin', stop, another cap[01:10.13]Cause I know you're not a killer ah[01:11.71]We just blow that money so fast[01:13.35]Sittin' back on a few stacks[01:15.25]Finally get to relax, we get so filthy rich[01:17.93]Isn't it ironic that these bitches wanna do me dirty[01:20.98]While I'm bathin' in that money, puffin cotton kandy, yeah[01:23.85]Gettin' filthy rich, gettin' filthy rich[01:26.09]Puffin' cotton kandy, gettin' filthy rich[01:29.02]Gettin' filthy rich, puffin' cotton kandy[01:30.71]Puffin' cotton kandy, gettin' filthy rich[01:32.70]Puffin' cotton kandy, puffin' cotton kandy[01:34.76]Gettin' filthy rich[01:35.68]Bottles of champagne sippin'[01:37.20]Feelin' woozy, I'm trippin', I'm winnin[01:39.05]My intuition is tellin' me I got millions[01:41.70]From spittin' this fire liquid[01:43.32]On this mic, I'm revealin'[01:44.73]How I can really kill it[01:45.98]Oh yeah, I know you can feel it[01:47.68]Now the beat done started switchin[01:49.17]Her body movin' the temperature[01:50.80]Cause she movin' them hips[01:51.93]Now my mind won't ever forget her[01:53.58]Silhouette of her dippin[01:55.28]Poppin' her box twitchin'[01:56.64]Candyman on a mission[01:58.09]Like magician, yeah I'm trickin'[01:59.54]It's amazing how this flavor of cotton candy is tastin'[02:02.61]My body startin' to shake[02:03.97]Like the earth is havin' a quake[02:05.51]Maybe it's just the bass from the 808's that I played[02:08.53]Cause the speakers is in my face[02:10.05]Now I'm startin' to lose my taste[02:11.64]I'm blowin' cotton candy and my lungs collapsin[02:13.15]It's some super smoke from the land of magic[02:14.66]Hear my nigga take a hit so you can feel the action[02:16.28]Better hold it long puff, puff and past it, gettin' super blown[02:17.82]In a designer mansion, havin' a pool party[02:19.41]With the music blastin', we just pulled up in somethin' flashy[02:22.33]With a bigger package then some twisted cabbage[02:23.80]We just blow that money so fast[02:25.31]Sittin' back on a few stacks[02:27.34]Finally get to relax, we get so filthy rich[02:28.75]Isn't it ironic that these bitches wanna do me dirty[02:32.87]While I'm bathin' in that money, puffin cotton kandy, yeah[02:36.05]Gettin' filthy rich, gettin' filthy rich[02:38.18]Puffin' cotton kandy, gettin' filthy rich[02:40.37]Gettin' filthy rich, puffin' cotton kandy[02:42.68]Puffin' cotton kandy, gettin' filthy rich[02:44.74]Puffin' cotton kandy, puffin' cotton kandy[02:47.08]Gettin' filthy rich[02:47.78]Room all padded up like I'm locked away[02:50.72]They must think that they stoppin' me unleashin' all my bars[02:53.85]I got a lot to say, action speakin' louder than my words[02:57.28]So it bombs away, here's a hook, here's a verse[03:00.04]Here's a record label that I dropped today[03:02.59]Y'all been actin' like I'm stupid[03:04.09]Cause I'm refusin' to be like every other human that walks this earth[03:07.90]Guarantee I'm losin', uh uh[03:09.16]Make assumptions, I'm just bluntin' and honest[03:11.76]I just spooked em' like goosebumps on him[03:13.41]I'm bowel movements on em', I'm foul shootin[03:16.47]Diarrhea, naked with hydraulics and you rollin', bouncin' around, shittin' yourself[03:21.49]Cause you all nervous, cause you heard me comin' up[03:23.90]Aw, that's disgusting, make ya'll look sad, ash to dutch[03:27.33]Sip a cup, dump a bag, get a bag full of cash[03:30.31]Payin' for fans, why the fuck is you mad?

Such a messed up reality/Respect that he went beyond basketball & did the little things to better humanity/Dont be cryin' for Kobe Bryant, but it really feels like one of my homies dyin'/I'm only tryin' to keep it real, so to keep it real, im slowly wipin'/My tears away. Heres a beer for K O B, straight OG. Lake Show steez/Thanks for the wonderful memories Kob. Thanks OG. Thanks Kobe.

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