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Greatness
01:45
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Intro:
(Talk to em mil, Talk to em,) Yeah
Verse 1:
Fall back like in the day of Donna Karan, Around 9-2
I spit truth, niggas be lying like New York suits
I got that up top flow, back to my NY roots
Brown Green Black beef broccoli New York boots
Chicken noodle or soup For them pussy niggas hatin
They be sicker than flu, my bitch pretty yours isnt
Looking badder than who, niggas settle but I never
I just pick & refuse, You niggas pick & you choose
Thats why im different from dudes, Mainly the bitch ones
See the pretty chick with the click, but its which one
Cause homie chill I dont chase em, I just catch em'
Hoes lead the blind, pretty girls all matching
Hearthrob break em off like a habit
Pussy with a headache fuck nigga you could have it
Keys to the crib or the keys to the car
Have my shorties pushin V's put the keys to the car
You're not a P, you a fraud, Think you G all because
He copped him a key, clean beamer dirty burner just to move it
Celebrate for nothing, sprinting just to win it
Dedication with this money for the love will make you lose it
Control I dont cruise it
Feds taking pics and the DA cant prove shit
Nothing was the same, take you back up in the day
When I just wanted platinum, aint even want a platinum
Fuck all the glory, the gold is my reward
My flow so sick and my aura just be talking for me
No rest, feel like I just talk in my sleep
My bitch cost nigga, talking is cheap
Fuck your thoughts you dont talk it to me
Its time to get it Nigga
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2. |
Lights Out
02:54
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Intro:
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Uh, Yo
Its time to get it nigga
Yeah, Its time to get it nigga
Been patient for that piece of cake it took a lil wait
And I'm just tryna get full, shorty want another date
Patient for that piece of cake it took a lil wait
And I'm just tryna get full shorty want another date
Hook:
Lights out, fuck flicking a camera
Im all about the cash, copper pennies to the grands ma
Early to the late night, hungry like a great white
When these bills due, I aint thinking bout no date night
Lights out, fuck flicking a camera
All about the cash copper pennies to the grands ma
Early to the late night, hungry like a great white
When these bills due, I aint thinking bout no date night
Lights Out
Verse 1:
Yeah
I'm moving too quick, all of my old friends new foes
No more free, I don't even do shows
I'm just on some new beats, building up some new flows
Kicking up some new G, Bringing home new hoes
Karma is a bitch, cruising through the loophole
Bending through the curve its like the life is so appealing
Beat the pussy up when she cant fight the feeling
Ima fighter ima lover, just depend on how I'm feeling
Try to paint a perfect picture
Be living like a villain my nigga
Be really for the killing, Mad days I be chilling though
Ice box, Heart cold, Three kind of Rose Mos
Preppin Tiger prawns, you niggas cooking krill though
Shark bait, you niggas looking fish food.
Gold charms on my wrist, Rose gold and my bitch cool
Talk so smooth, I let her meet my other one
Real live P and I don't keep a secret lover son
That's how it go, Niggas are who we not nigga
Brooklyn boy, Murder beats, ima hot nigga
Do my lil dance, Diddy to the Bop nigga
Second chance I don't give em word to Big Poppa
But who shot ya Niggas is not popular
Lights Out, Lights Out, Lights Out
Hook:
Patient for that piece of cake it took a lil wait
And I'm just tryna get full, shorty want another date
Patient for that piece of cake it took a lil wait
And I'm just tryna get full shorty want another date
Lights out, fuck flicking a camera
Im all about the cash, copper pennies to the grands ma
Early to the late night, hungry like a great white
When these bills due, I aint thinking bout no date night
Lights out, fuck flicking a camera
All about the cash copper pennies to the grands ma
Early to the late night, hungry like a great white
When these bills due, I aint thinking bout no date night
Lights Out!
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3. |
Searching For Silk
02:24
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Verse 1:
Coming through on some smooth shit, I Kill it like a criminal
Be lyrically flossing, Finesse with my text
Mediocre Me, On the Mic, Never ever made nothing minimal
Its only major when as flex
But daily not no weak shit, I be on these beats
Niggas write a verse and all of sudden wanna verse this
All my verses unfold hearses
Spit the flow dirty, put the bars bold cursive
Thats courtesy to criminally lyrics I be giving
See my worst shit, first shit smooth like designer
Deadly and my rap flow stylish
Pussies get cocky only right I get wilder
But thats another tale of disasters
School you niggas, put em onto masters
Talk a couple mill we could graduate faster
Laughters at banks with the bitches yall be after
Told shorty ima star and not an actor
Bridge:
Or a P like I'm Bellamy
Pretty women and the team
Verse 2:
Glamour girl said she ready for the wife, say she ready for the life
Pretty girls got game and I play em very nice
Tell em once, never twice learn from the first time
Spitting ill flows I knew from the first line
That I was something sick, nigga check my miss
She aint got ass or titties nothing thck
But dress up like a model, face pretty as a pic
Skin light like bright, coca teeth like white
Smelling good like fresh, scented on her chest
Baby oil on your neck, cocoa butter on your breasts
Fit like physique, but for sex you dont flex
Cause even when its no, I be knowing it be yes
Cause the pussy be so wet, I never asked her to spread
Suck it if you suck it I aint asking for head
Deep slow strokes, fast fucking how you want it
Shorty fuck me like you want it but dont want nothing from me.
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4. |
Gold Thoughts
02:53
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INTRO:
Still,
-Aint no differences in my charge card from no bad broad
-My simplest with them dimples want the most interest
-Could be a classy girl, she'll want the Prada with that passport
-Hood chick want you beat the pussy up my nigga don't throw her no flinches
-Got,couple exes who be drunk in love and still acting hard
-She wanna work it out, I leave her confidential I'm back to business
-Ms independent, shorty play hard but she work harder
-.....From it start, so it finish
Hook:
-Never loved women with hoe thoughts
-No gold diggers with gold thoughts
-Or no broke niggas with closed thoughts
-We not open, for discussion
-Keys out light fade to black
-With a pretty diva, days back to back
-Closed deal my favorite act
-But tell me nigga who the fuck stopping that (HUH)
Verse 1:
-Niggas talk your shit, I don't talk it back
-If my bitches hear, how you bitches hating
-They be laughing at you,We aint on that
-Niggas know wassup, we like all caps
-Get it on and poppin,we off that
-and we offset all you actors
-Make a movie with an actress
-From the sidewalk to the mattresses
-In my 97 air maxes
-whole hunnids all in my thoughts
-And more millions in my bars
-And some 16's with some dreams
-Drama queens they get mixed out if they mislead for that cream
-Pretty bitches will sell dreams all in they convos
-So I kick game and don't spare change
-Just drop jewels on sucka niggas
-Cause these hoes is fair game, its like you niggas is puzzled wih em
-Bad bitches got enough of them
-Bad bitches got enough of them
-If I fuck with her, I don't fuck the friend, get it
Bridge:
-I said my, Rap sheet concrete seat
-Sick flow spitting solid gold
-Got pretty girls for weeks my nigga
-No time of the day for no weak ass hoes
(Yeah) (That's right)
-I said my Rap sheet concrete seat
-Sick flow spitting solid gold
-Got pretty girls for weeks my nigga
-No time of the day for no weak ass hoes
(Yeah, Yeah, Because..)
Hook:
-Never loved women with hoe thoughts
-No gold diggers with gold thoughts
-Or no broke niggas with closed thoughts
-We not open, for discussion
-Keys out light fade to black
-With a pretty diva, days back to back
-Closed deal thats my favorite act
-But tell me now who the fuck stopping that (HUH)
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5. |
Sweet As Imperial
02:55
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Intro:
Aint no limit but the sky, revisiting the high
Aint no limit but the sky, we revisiting the high
Reach for the stars, go so hard
Do all your shit, spit them bars
Tryna get this check or you tryna get them broads
Verse 1:
From the studios in rooms, nice for some bars in the basement
Young nigga cant take a L, Face it
Wasted talent get flawed like a facelift
And when im done spitting, life prison aint no miracle
Lyrically flossing, finesse with my text
Switching up my flows like my ex to my next bitch
Switching up my flows like Im switching up my clothes
Fall inside some pussy then be dipping on em hoes
I be gone, light a L write another song
Go and get a dollar let me right another wrong
Cause I been up all night I should be shining in the longer run
I murder every song son
I be out here killing shit, homicide feces
Nigga I be really on them beats getting beasty
G when I need, Dapper just to please she
Ran a little game, cause nothng coming easy
Hook:
Aint no limit but the sky, revisiting the high
Old women say they miss him, dont even get a hi
Never tripping if they dissing, dont even get replies
Save my breath on you niggas, dont even get a sigh
Aint no limit but the sky, revisiting the high
Old women say they miss him, dont even get a hi
Never tripping if they dissing, dont even get replies
Save my breath for you niggas..
Verse 2:
Notepads in my room, studio apartments
Shorty swing through, chill with me like a park bench
Brought another friend, made the crew two live
Roll through and Roll up, Moet and wrist shine
We revisiting the high, pretty bitches never basic
Came up fell off, you niggas still basic
Me I never chased chick, fell off chase check
Sucker for these bitches pussy boy you would chase neck
Spit an ill flow, do you wanna taste tecs
Shorty keep your cool come through and take a taste
Bad bitch safe sex, practice game six
Flyer in designer, back then I wanted latest
Trends and the fashion, cribs not a mansion
Plus the ammunition for them niggas with the cash
Now its ammunition if they coming for the cash
More money more problems, probably worse if you aint have
Hook :
It Aint no limit but the sky, revisiting the high
Old women say they miss him, they dont even get a hi
Never tripping if they dissing, dont even get replies
Save my breath for you niggas, dont even get a sigh
Aint no limit but the sky, revisiting the high
Old women say they miss him,they dont even get a hi
Never tripping if they dissing, dont even get replies
Save my breath on you niggas..
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