1.Holy Grail(feat. Justin Timberlake)(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：Justin TimberlakeS. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashT.
MosleyJ. HarmonE. WilsonKurt CobainDave GrohlKrist
Novoselic
Writer(s)：Justin TimberlakeS. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashT.
MosleyJ. HarmonE. WilsonKurt CobainDave GrohlKrist
Novoselic
You take the clothes off my back
And I let you
You steal the food right out my mouth
And I watch you eat it
I still can't know why
Why our love is so much
Ohhh
Ou curse my name
In spite to put me to shame
Air all my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean ／ Give it up for lame
But I still don't know why
Why I love it so much
Yeah
And Baby
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack ya code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
One day you here
One day you there
One day you care
You're so unfair
Sippin' from the cup
Till it runneth over
Holy Grail
Blue told me to remind you
That y'all talk about
I'm in the
Caught up in all these lights and cameras
But look what that did to Hammer
I like it
The bright lights is enticing
But look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night
30 mil for one fight
But soon as all that money blows
All the pigeons take flight
The fame
Keep cheating on me
What I do
I took her back
Fool me twice
That's my bad
I can't even blame her for that
Enough to make me want to
Momma please just get my bail
I know
Nobody to blame
Kurt Cobain
I did it to myself
And we all just
Entertainers
And we're stupid
And contagious (2x)
And Baby
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack ya code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
One day you here
One day you there
One day you care
You're so unfair
Sippin' from your cup
Till it runneth over
Holy Grail
Now I got tattoos on my body
Psycho in my lobby
I got haters in the paper
Photo-shoots with paparazzi
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See them by the corner store
I feel cornered off
Enough is enough
I'm calling this off
Who the I'm kidding though
I'm getting
Sitting low
Sliding by
In that big body
Curtains all in my window
This fame hurt
But this chain works
I think back
You asked the same person
If this is all you had to deal with
Deal with It, this ain't work
This light work
Camera snapping my eyes hurt dying back where I was birthed your
iris and IRS Get the up off your high horse
You got the that
Will die for
Dry yours
Why you mad
Take that good with the bad
Don't throw that baby out with that bath water
You're still alive
Still that
You survived
You still getting bigger
Living the life
Vanilla wafers
In a villa
Illest alive
Michael Jackson Thriller
Chorus
Don't know why
Love you so much
2.Picasso Baby(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. HarmonA. Younge
Writer(s)：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. HarmonA. Younge
I just want a Picasso, in my casa
No, my castle
I'm a hassa, no I'm an
I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko, no I wanna
No, I want a wife that me like a
Let's make love a million, in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love of
Marble Floors, gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling it I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos, I wanna row of
Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
It ain't hard to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes
See me thrown at the Met
Vogue'ing on these
Champagne on my breath, Yes
House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern
Because I be going ape at the auction
Oh what a feeling
Aw if I want a trillion
Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa
The modern day version
With better features
Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that Blue
You own it
I never stuck my in the fox's but
if I didn't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Miranda don't stand a chance, with cops
Even my old fans like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can't
I'm hot, and you
I'm still the man to watch, Hublot
On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the
On the stand got your man in a jam, again
Got my hands in cuffs
I'm like enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin
Piece skin rupture spleens
Cracks rips go through cribs and other things
No sympathy for the king huh
even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America this how you made me
Come through with 'Ye mask on
Spray something like Samo
Though I won't scratch the Lambo
What's it gonna to take
For me to go
For y'all to see
I'm the modern day Pablo
Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
3.Tom Ford(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Writer(s)：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Clap for a... with his rapping...
Blow a stack for your... with your trapping...
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Coming up
Coming down
Riding clean fix your head
In my crown
Bad...
H town
Keep it trill
Y'all know y'all can't... around
Paris where we been
Part my Parisian
It's Hov time
In no time
It's... all y'all season
...Bordeaux and Burgundies
Flush out a Riesling
When's Hov's out
Those... out
Y'all put y'all weaves in
Clap for a... with his rapping
...blow a stack for your... with your trapping
Spent all my euroes
On tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdoes
Yea Hov yea Hov
I don't pop...
I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Hands down got the best flow
Sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial
This is my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know no thing about Wayne Perry though
District of the Columbia
...on your Tumblrs
...haghtags and retweets...
...140 characters in these streets
...pardon I'm laughing y'all only flagging on beats...
Pardon my laughing I happen to think you sweet
4.F＊ckwithmeyouknowigotit(feat. Rick Ross)(Album Version
Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterM. SamuelsA. HernandezW. Roberts
Writer(s)：S. CarterM. SamuelsA. HernandezW. Roberts
Little over a year ago I was in bondage
And now I'm back out here reaping the blessings
And getting the benefits that go along with it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me
You know I got it
I just landed in Europe, nigga
Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga
Money talk I speak fluent, nigga
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga
Look at me, I'm pure nigga
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga
I don't bop, I do the money dance
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand
Red vert, tou see me slide
Sexy bitch I hope she's 'bout it
Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me
You know I got it
Hov just landed in Rome, nigga
All hail, Caesar's home, niggas
Chin don, Ciao Bella
Come money dance with the good fellas
Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it
Even if a nigga gotta Robert, get it？
Black Jack in casino
A nigga got unlimited credit, a nigga got a lot of vendettas
But we the Black mob, we gonna set it
Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach
200 in the dash we gonna rev it, skirt
Lucky Luciano is what that call me Paisano
A 100 keys at the piano plays across the Verrazano
El Padrino, in the villa in Venice sipping vino
Not bad for a Mulliano
Y'all know like we know, I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me
You know I got it
I'm riding big
Coming down that beach
Geechy niggas with satin sheets
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece
Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece
5.Oceans(feat. Frank Ocean)(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterC. BreauxP. Williams
Writer(s)：S. CarterC. BreauxP. Williams
Blessings, blessings yeah
I see
Elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady
Docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo
Before the Basquait show and if so
Well... it
...it
Because this water drown my family
This water mixed my blood, this water tells my story
This water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne
In the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze
On the waves
Of the ocean
...boy still smelling like...
White boat, white robe
Can he be more cleaner
The oil spill that BP ain't clean up
I'm anti Santa Maria
Only Christopher we acknowledge
Is Wallace, I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket
Black card go hard when I'm shopping
Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton
Sink and fleeces
Lay on my...
Oh my... I hope y'all don't get sea sick
See me in... you never saw
If it wasn't for these pictures
They wouldn't see me at all
Aww whole world in awe
I crash through glass ceilings
I break through closed doors
I'm on the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus
Welcome to the magnum opus
The Magna Carta
The best-selling author Decoded
On the holiday playing Strange Fruit
If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of the border
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of a baller
...Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach
I'm back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can't believe they got a... to vote
Democrat, nope
I sold...
In trouble water I had to learn how to float
On the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11
6.F. U. T. W.(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Writer(s)：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Just let me great, just let me great
I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius!
Don't be good my nigga, be great
After that government cheese, we eating steak
After the projects, now we on estates
I'm from the bottom, I know y'all can relate
Fuck up the world
Let's fuck up this world
Fuck up the world
Me and destiny got a date
Martin had a dream, Hov gotta team
My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring
Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur
Turn right on Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curve
See most of my niggas died early twenties or late teens
I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime
1% of a billion more then niggas even seen
Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean
High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold
Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl
Came thru Pasadena in the low low
Just to show respect to the chulos
Feel like a stranger in my own land
Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland
I just want my shot to show my genius
Standing on the top hold my penis
America tried to emasculate the greats
Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes
Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble
Try to dim your lights tell you be humble
You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts
You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks
Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks
Lil bastard boy, basking on top
Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak
He in a Cadillac; me？ I'm in the Maybach
This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks
This is black leather pants and a pair of stance
Socks is my synopsis is clear
Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear
Teacher teacher, I trying to unteach ya
All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the
bleachers
When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees
You front row every where, you in the H.O.V's
Jordan 1's and dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Make a million another million let my niggas make a million
'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling
We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top
Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop
7.Somewhereinamerica(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterC. HollisC. CamperM. Dean
Writer(s)：S. CarterC. HollisC. CamperM. Dean
Oh, see what you made me do？
Shout out to old Jews and old rules.
Uh, new blacks with new stacks, uh
I already been the king, huh
Retract, I'm just bringing it up like John Packs.
Uh, new money that looking down at me
Uh, blue blunts, they're trying to clown on me
Uh, you could turn up your nose outside
Uh, never gonna turn down a homie!
Uh, knock-knock, I'm at your neighbor's house
Uh, straight cash, I'm at your neighbor's house
Uh, you should come to the house for me
Come and see what your new neighbor about!
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck 35, I'm on the highway.
Frank Sinatra on my solo
Loud as fuck I did it my way
Uh, a million sold before the album dropped
Uh, white Lexus before I had a deal.
Uh, ask Bun B about me, this ain't no snap back,
A nigga's been trill.
Uh, by the way, fuck your math!
You ain't gotta count it, my nigga I can add!
One million, two millions, three millions, twenty millions
Oh, I'm so good at math!
Might crash your Internet,
Uh, and I ain't even into that
When I was talking Instagram
Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped
Uh, feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Uh, cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerking.
Outro：
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk, Miley, twerk,
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk, oh, yeah, yeah
Only in America, uh!
8.Crown(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. WebsterK. BennettM. DeanM. CollinsB. Dixon
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. WebsterK. BennettM. DeanM. CollinsB. Dixon
They can't keep a gooda man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns
Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds
They will never ever take my crown
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officers askin' for a search
They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs
You in the presence of a king
Scratch that, you in the presence of a God
Put in the belly of the beast
I escaped, a nigga never had a job
Scott Boras, you over baby
Robinson Cano, you coming with me
These niggas is like rotary phones
It's a new day, hit up KD
Niggas always try to knock a nigga down
Knock me to my knees about a million times
Uncle said I'll never sell a million records
I sold a million records like a million times
These niggas shouldn't let me in
I ball so hard on ESPN
See my name come across on CNN
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again
Shit on me
These niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead
They tried to wipe me out of your history
Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope
Bulletproof love, Niggas down since the yolk
Bitch asked if I was God
Fuck I'm supposed to say, 'no'
You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T.
You already know what I could do with the coke
Drop it in the water, made it disappear
I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope
I make my roof get ghost
Bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold
All the shit did, I wasn't supposed to live
Hallelujah Hov
Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able
Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead
Best friends become ya enemies
Niggas' knives are double-edged
9.Heaven(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashJustin TimberlakeT.
MosleyJ. HarmonW. BerryP. BuckM. MillsM. StipeA. Younge
Writer(s)：S. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashJustin TimberlakeT.
MosleyJ. HarmonW. BerryP. BuckM. MillsM. StipeA. Younge
Have you ever been to heaven
Have you ever seen the gates
Have you bow down to your highness
And do you know how heaven taste
Lie me down
Have you ever been to heaven
Have you ever seen the gates
Have you bow down to your highness
And do you know how heaven taste
Lie me down
Arm leg
Leg arm head
This god body
Knowledge wisdom freedom understanding
We just want our equality Food clothing shelter
Help a find some peace
Happiness for a gangsta ain't no love in the streets
Conspiracy theorist screaming
Illuminati
They can't believe this much skill is in the human body
He'S 6'2 how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti
Aw it you got me
Question religion
Question it all
Question existence
Until them questions are solved
Meanwhile this heretic
I be out in Marrakesh
Morocco
With my fellowship
Y'all dwell on ？
I'm in a Diablo Yellow
Color of a Jello-O
Hello
It's me again
Fresh in my Easter clothes
Feeling like and
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Getting ghost in the Ghost
Can you see me
Can you see me
Have mercy on a Judas
Angels wings on a 'ghnini
I'm
Secular tell the hecklers
Seckle down
Y'all religion creates division
Like my Maybach partition n
is my chauffeur
Boy hey loves Hova
From the south side of Chi
To Brooklyn where I growed up I confess
in the flesh
Live among
The serpents
Turn arenas into churches
I'm like Michael recycle these are not 16s
These are verses from
Tell the preacher he's a preacher
I'm a prophet a tree of knowledge
Drink from a gold chalice
You gotta love it
I arrive at pearly gates
I had luggage
Meaning I had baggage
asking me questions
I don't answer to these busters
Only could judge us
10.Versus(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterK. DeanJ. DavisT. MosleyJ. HarmonF. HubbardM.
JonesM. Taylor
Writer(s)：S. CarterK. DeanJ. DavisT. MosleyJ. HarmonF. HubbardM.
JonesM. Taylor
Hey sucka...
Where ever you are
I thought about ya fool
While I was driving my car
I wonder if you fools
Realize how far
You are
You're no where in my rear mirror
Your last... ain't better
Than my first...
Your best...
Ain't better than my worst...
The truth in my verses
Versus
Your metaphors
About what your net worth is
11.Part II(feat. Beyoncé)(On The Run Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. FauntleroyT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. FauntleroyT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Who wants that perfect love story anyway？
Anyway...
Cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche...
Who wants the hero that saves the day？
Anyway...
Cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche...
What about the bad guy goes good？
Yeah...
And the missing love that's misunderstood
Yeah...
Black hour glass...
Our glass...
Toast to cliche
In a dark past...
In a dark past...
Boy meets girl
Girl perfect woman
Girl get the bustin' before
The cops come runnin'
Chunking deuces
Chugging...
...what you say
Boys in blue say...
I don't care if you on the run
Baby, as long as I'm next to you
And if loving you is a crime
Tell me why do I bring out
The best in you？
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as Hell but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your...
I don't care if they come
No...
I know it's crazy, but...
They can take me
Now that I found the places that
You take me
Without you I got nothing to lose
I'm an outlaw
Gotta outlaw chick
Bumping Tupac
On my outlaw...
Matching tatts this ink don't come off
Even if rings come off
If things ring off
My nails get dirty
My past ain't pretty
My lady is
My Mercedes is
My baby momma harder than a lot of you...
Keep it 100
Hit the lottery...
You ain't about that life
Ain't gotta lie to me...
You know it's 'til death
Hope it's obvi' to...
Cross the line
Speak about mine
I'mma wave this...
I'mma geek about mine
Touch a... where his ribs at
I click clack
Push your... wig back
I did that
I been wildin' since a juvi'
She was a good girl 'til she knew me
Now she's in the drop bustin' Ueys
Screaming...
Deeper than words
Beyond right
Die for your love
Beyond life
Sweet as a... piece
Beyond ice
Blind me baby
With your neon lights
Ray Bans on
Police in sight
Oh, what a beautiful death
Let's both wear white
If you go to Heaven and they bring me to Hell
Just sneak out and meet me
Bring me a box of L's
She fell in a love with the bad guy
The bad guy
What you doing with them rap guys
Them rap guys
They ain't see potential in me, girl
But you see it
If it's you and me against the world
Then so be it
I don't care if they give me life
I get all my life from you
And if loving you had a price
I would pay my life for you
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as Hell but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your...
I don't care if they come
No...
I know it's crazy, but...
I don't care, I will never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
No, I swear...
No, I swear...
12.Beach Is Better(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterM. WilliamsM. Middlebrooks
Writer(s)：S. CarterM. WilliamsM. Middlebrooks
Get ya... on the celly
Cause I ain't got time
To be arguing with your...
If you ain't really ready
Girl why you never ready
For as long as you took
You better look like Halle Berry
Or Beyoncè... then we getting married
I brought sand to the beach
Cause my beach is better
You can keep ya beach
Cause that beach whatever
Started out at the Darby
Ended up at 1 Oak
Left the house with 100 grand
Ended up near broke
Don't get made at me
I'm buying bucket after bucket
When it's gone I'm like... it
I replace it with another one
Can't take this money with you
Burn this... up like I'm richer
...asking
If the oven's on
13.BBC(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterP. WilliamsN. JonesT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeK.
Dean
Writer(s)：S. CarterP. WilliamsN. JonesT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeK.
Dean
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
D boy... look
Billionaire, billionaire
From the... to the farmers
To the Polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D boy...
Billionaire
Let's work
Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers
Pharrell's a pharaoh, peep the features
Unlaced Adidas
Top of the world like pyramids in Giza
Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck
Carried a... in my projects
Bucket hat EPMD cassettes
Now I'm... loud in Ibiza
Mix the D'USSE with the...
My whole life is leisure
Gangsta lean like the Pisa
Eiffel Tower, Hermes towel
The Feds perched like an owl
Real... all feel the hook
What you know about going out, head west
Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest
Mase... at Madison Square Garden
20 million sold and we still catching charges
Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B
Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees
Hoop earrings
Coupes with the rear cameras
Put that... in a cherry M3
I'm not ya average...
Silver Toyotas four runners and
And four wheelers
Me and Teflon Q45 infinite
Windows tinted
White girl all up in it
Britney...
MCM seats buck 50 stitch
Versace plates got the Basquiat
Collab from Versace place
Cuban link...
You life is illegal
When your chain can get the rico
Real... all feel the hook
14.Jay Z Blue(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. HarmonC. BroadyT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeS.
CombsD. McDanielsN. MyrickC. Wallace
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. HarmonC. BroadyT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeS.
CombsD. McDanielsN. MyrickC. Wallace
I work and work till I'm half-dead.
And I hear people saying she's getting old
And what do I get？
A daughter
Who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her
As she cares about me
Let's do this for these babies
Mercedes truck fuck houses on acres
Blatantly balling on HD
Y'all need to step up your AV
Life changed again I was already taking off
My flight changed again
Slight change of winds
It's barely 12 noon
And my wife changed again
Baby needs Pampers
Daddy need at least three weeks in the Hamptons
Please don't judge me only hugged the block
I thought my daddy didn't love me
My baby getting chubby
Cue that Stevie Wonder music
Aw isn't she lovely
Now I'm staring at praying
That things don't get ugly
And I'm stuck in that old cycle
Like wife leaves hubby
Fuck joint custody
I need a joint right now
Just the thought alone fucks with me
High on life
I could die from the fall
Imagine if I hit the floor
Apologies in order
To Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me
You would be with me
Sort of like daddy dearest
Don't fuck with me fellas
Aw
This ain't my first time at the rodeo
Aw
I dream filthy
My mom and pops mixed me with Jamaican
Rum and whiskey
What a set off !
And I know I'm not perfect baby
Having been through so much trauma
It gonna be hard to reverse it
With some doctors and some nurses maybe
Teach me on how to treat a lady
Open doors on the Cedes
This relationship shit is complicated
All I know is we ain't speaking everyday
I fucking hate it
I don't wanna duplicate it
Having seen my mom and pop
Drive each other motherfucking crazy
And I got that nigger blood in me
I got his ego and his temper
All is missing is the drugs in me
High on life
I could die from the fall
Imagine if I hit the floor
Apologies in order
To Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me
You would be with me
Sort of like daddy dearest
Father never taught me how to be a father
Treated mother I don't wanna have
To just repeat another leave another
Baby with no daddy want no mama
Drama I just wanna take her back to a time when
Everything was calmer
Out in Paris on a terrace watching the Eiffel Tower
And a Ferris wheel yet and still nothing could prepare us
For the beauty that you be Blue be
Looking in your eyes is like a mirror have to face my fears
Cheer up!
Why could you just be happy？
Without these back and forth thoughts
You too much like your daddy
Badly I just wanna spent more time with him
Sadly life wouldn't let me get around with him
Now I got my own daughter taught her how to take her first steps
Cut the cord watch her take her first breath
And I'm trying and I'm lying if I said I wasn't scared
But in life and death if I ain't here
Apologies in order
To Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me
You would be with me
Sort of like daddy dearest
15.La Familia(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. HarmonT. Mosley
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. HarmonT. Mosley
Head of the family
El Padrino
Welcome home to Emory
Let's get back to this dinero
...wanna kidnap wifey
Good luck with that bruh
You must gonna hide your whole family
What you think we wearing black for
Ready for that war
Ready for that war ready
You ain't ready yo, you radio
You ain't really ready
Real... chea
Alpo bought his bricks here
Elvis got his records took
It's like we got our seventh gear
NFL investigations
Oh, don't make me laugh
FBI investigation
We stood up to that
Facts only
Everything real in my raps only
Every... real in my clique really
Everyone is a movie star you got to film me
La Familia
Ready for that war
Ready for that war, ready
You ain't ready yo, you radio
You ain't really ready
Head of the Family
El Padrino
My brothers is my brother like my brother is
My... is my brother
Like my mother kids
Not in just in good times
That's that sucka...
But it war times
It just what it is
Head of the family
All my... bosses though
Y'all don't understand we
We talk that... bosses know
Triple... OG
What's up to my... Juan
Tell these... pull their... skirt down
I could see their ovaries
...snitching switching teams
Out there telling... things
Industry talk behind your back
Ain't nobody got time for that
Facts only
Everything real in my raps only
Every... real in my clique really
Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly
It's la familia
16.Nickels And Dimes(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterK. JoshuaM. DeanS. Valentine
Writer(s)：S. CarterK. JoshuaM. DeanS. Valentine
Nickels and dimes
Sticks to my mind
I'll never win
You have my friends
Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes
Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes
Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines
Between beauty and beast, I walk the line
Johnny Cash, I'm a real G
I cut my self today to see if I still bleed
Success is so sublime
Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind
Something 'bout the struggle so divine
This sort of love is hard to define
When you scratching for every nickel and dime
Got me itching to do this shit for my mom
Do this shit for my town
Leave the door open hoping they kick it down
The purist form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
We gonna make it there, I promise this
Sometimes I feel survivor's guilt
I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell
Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell
Did I do it for him or do it for myself
Can't lie to myself
I love my niggas more than my own blood
I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up
I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route
I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now
No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out
No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason
Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth
That will drive me gaga
Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime
Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down
I'm just trying to find common ground
'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down
Mr. Day O, major fail
Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now
Hublot homie, two door homie
You don't know all the shit I do for the homies
Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick
With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks
Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters
Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water
And just for clarity, my presence is charity
My flow is a gift, philanthropist
Everybody around me rich, or will be
Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me
And when a nigga go as the old adage go
You die rich or you die a disgrace, so just let me grow
Watch me cook, throw no looks
Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked
Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like
Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly
The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
So here y'all go, I promise this
1.Holy Grail(feat. Justin Timberlake)(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：Justin TimberlakeS. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashT.
MosleyJ. HarmonE. WilsonKurt CobainDave GrohlKrist
Novoselic
Writer(s)：Justin TimberlakeS. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashT.
MosleyJ. HarmonE. WilsonKurt CobainDave GrohlKrist
Novoselic
You take the clothes off my back
And I let you
You steal the food right out my mouth
And I watch you eat it
I still can't know why
Why our love is so much
Ohhh
Ou curse my name
In spite to put me to shame
Air all my laundry in the streets
Dirty or clean ／ Give it up for lame
But I still don't know why
Why I love it so much
Yeah
And Baby
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack ya code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
One day you here
One day you there
One day you care
You're so unfair
Sippin' from the cup
Till it runneth over
Holy Grail
Blue told me to remind you
That y'all talk about
I'm in the
Caught up in all these lights and cameras
But look what that did to Hammer
I like it
The bright lights is enticing
But look what it did to Tyson
All that money in one night
30 mil for one fight
But soon as all that money blows
All the pigeons take flight
The fame
Keep cheating on me
What I do
I took her back
Fool me twice
That's my bad
I can't even blame her for that
Enough to make me want to
Momma please just get my bail
I know
Nobody to blame
Kurt Cobain
I did it to myself
And we all just
Entertainers
And we're stupid
And contagious (2x)
And Baby
It's amazing I'm in this maze with you
I just can't crack ya code
One day you screaming you love me loud
The next day you're so cold
One day you here
One day you there
One day you care
You're so unfair
Sippin' from your cup
Till it runneth over
Holy Grail
Now I got tattoos on my body
Psycho in my lobby
I got haters in the paper
Photo-shoots with paparazzi
Can't even take my daughter for a walk
See them by the corner store
I feel cornered off
Enough is enough
I'm calling this off
Who the I'm kidding though
I'm getting
Sitting low
Sliding by
In that big body
Curtains all in my window
This fame hurt
But this chain works
I think back
You asked the same person
If this is all you had to deal with
Deal with It, this ain't work
This light work
Camera snapping my eyes hurt dying back where I was birthed your
iris and IRS Get the up off your high horse
You got the that
Will die for
Dry yours
Why you mad
Take that good with the bad
Don't throw that baby out with that bath water
You're still alive
Still that
You survived
You still getting bigger
Living the life
Vanilla wafers
In a villa
Illest alive
Michael Jackson Thriller
Chorus
Don't know why
Love you so much
2.Picasso Baby(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. HarmonA. Younge
Writer(s)：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. HarmonA. Younge
I just want a Picasso, in my casa
No, my castle
I'm a hassa, no I'm an
I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko, no I wanna
No, I want a wife that me like a
Let's make love a million, in a dirty hotel
With the fan on the ceiling, all for the love of
Marble Floors, gold Ceilings
Oh what a feeling it I want a billion
Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up
Condos in my condos, I wanna row of
Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA
Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
It ain't hard to tell
I'm the new Jean Michel
Surrounded by Warhols
My whole team ball
Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel
I just wanna live life colossal
Leonardo Da Vinci flows
Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes
See me thrown at the Met
Vogue'ing on these
Champagne on my breath, Yes
House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern
Because I be going ape at the auction
Oh what a feeling
Aw if I want a trillion
Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa
The modern day version
With better features
Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner
Go ahead lean on that Blue
You own it
I never stuck my in the fox's but
if I didn't open Pandora's box
They try to slander your man
On CNN and Fox
My Miranda don't stand a chance, with cops
Even my old fans like old man just stop
I could if I would but I can't
I'm hot, and you
I'm still the man to watch, Hublot
On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops is cool with it
Till the canons pop
Now my hand on the
On the stand got your man in a jam, again
Got my hands in cuffs
I'm like enough
I put down the cans and they ran amok
My hairpin
Piece skin rupture spleens
Cracks rips go through cribs and other things
No sympathy for the king huh
even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America this how you made me
Come through with 'Ye mask on
Spray something like Samo
Though I won't scratch the Lambo
What's it gonna to take
For me to go
For y'all to see
I'm the modern day Pablo
Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh, what a feeling
Oh, what a feeling
3.Tom Ford(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Writer(s)：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Clap for a... with his rapping...
Blow a stack for your... with your trapping...
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Coming up
Coming down
Riding clean fix your head
In my crown
Bad...
H town
Keep it trill
Y'all know y'all can't... around
Paris where we been
Part my Parisian
It's Hov time
In no time
It's... all y'all season
...Bordeaux and Burgundies
Flush out a Riesling
When's Hov's out
Those... out
Y'all put y'all weaves in
Clap for a... with his rapping
...blow a stack for your... with your trapping
Spent all my euroes
On tuxes and weird clothes
I party with weirdoes
Yea Hov yea Hov
I don't pop...
I rock Tom Ford
International bring back the Concorde
Numbers don't lie check the scoreboard
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Tom Ford
Hands down got the best flow
Sound I'm so special
Sound boy burial
This is my Wayne Perry flow
Y'all know no thing about Wayne Perry though
District of the Columbia
...on your Tumblrs
...haghtags and retweets...
...140 characters in these streets
...pardon I'm laughing y'all only flagging on beats...
Pardon my laughing I happen to think you sweet
4.F＊ckwithmeyouknowigotit(feat. Rick Ross)(Album Version
Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterM. SamuelsA. HernandezW. Roberts
Writer(s)：S. CarterM. SamuelsA. HernandezW. Roberts
Little over a year ago I was in bondage
And now I'm back out here reaping the blessings
And getting the benefits that go along with it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me
You know I got it
I just landed in Europe, nigga
Shopping bags, I'm a tourist, nigga
Money talk I speak fluent, nigga
Reeboks on, I just do it, nigga
Look at me, I'm pure nigga
I bet the hoes on my tour, nigga
I don't bop, I do the money dance
My bitch whip cost a hundred grand
Red vert, tou see me slide
Sexy bitch I hope she's 'bout it
Sexy bitch I know she 'bout it
Fuck with me, you know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me
You know I got it
Hov just landed in Rome, nigga
All hail, Caesar's home, niggas
Chin don, Ciao Bella
Come money dance with the good fellas
Hov keep gettin' that dinero, got it
Even if a nigga gotta Robert, get it？
Black Jack in casino
A nigga got unlimited credit, a nigga got a lot of vendettas
But we the Black mob, we gonna set it
Peel off in a Lamborghini Countach
200 in the dash we gonna rev it, skirt
Lucky Luciano is what that call me Paisano
A 100 keys at the piano plays across the Verrazano
El Padrino, in the villa in Venice sipping vino
Not bad for a Mulliano
Y'all know like we know, I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Fuck with me
You know I got it
Sexy bitch I hope she 'bout it
Come fuck with me
You know I got it
I'm riding big
Coming down that beach
Geechy niggas with satin sheets
Bad bitch, she a masterpiece
Got a bad bitch, she a masterpiece
5.Oceans(feat. Frank Ocean)(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterC. BreauxP. Williams
Writer(s)：S. CarterC. BreauxP. Williams
Blessings, blessings yeah
I see
Elephant tusk on the boar of a sailing lady
Docked on the Ivory Coast
Mercedes in a row winding down the road
I hope my black skin don't dirt this white tuxedo
Before the Basquait show and if so
Well... it
...it
Because this water drown my family
This water mixed my blood, this water tells my story
This water knows it all
Go ahead and spill some champagne
In the water
Go ahead and watch the sun blaze
On the waves
Of the ocean
...boy still smelling like...
White boat, white robe
Can he be more cleaner
The oil spill that BP ain't clean up
I'm anti Santa Maria
Only Christopher we acknowledge
Is Wallace, I don't even like Washingtons in my pocket
Black card go hard when I'm shopping
Boat dock in front of Hermes picking cotton
Sink and fleeces
Lay on my...
Oh my... I hope y'all don't get sea sick
See me in... you never saw
If it wasn't for these pictures
They wouldn't see me at all
Aww whole world in awe
I crash through glass ceilings
I break through closed doors
I'm on the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11
Me and Ty Ty is like Pablo and Popeye
Winding dirt roads on mopeds spilling opus
Welcome to the magnum opus
The Magna Carta
The best-selling author Decoded
On the holiday playing Strange Fruit
If I'mma make it to a billi I can't take the same route
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of the border
Swoosh
Now that's the sound of a baller
...Hovi my back against the rope, the black Maybach
I'm back inside the boat
Shepard Fairey they finally gave me some hope
Can't believe they got a... to vote
Democrat, nope
I sold...
In trouble water I had to learn how to float
On the ocean
I'm in heaven
Yachting
Ocean 11
6.F. U. T. W.(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Writer(s)：S. CarterT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Just let me great, just let me great
I feel like mothafuckin' Cassius Clay right now, Genius!
Don't be good my nigga, be great
After that government cheese, we eating steak
After the projects, now we on estates
I'm from the bottom, I know y'all can relate
Fuck up the world
Let's fuck up this world
Fuck up the world
Me and destiny got a date
Martin had a dream, Hov gotta team
My chain already heavy, don't let me get a ring
Parades down Flatbush, Confetti on my fur
Turn right on Red Hook, niggas heavy on the curve
See most of my niggas died early twenties or late teens
I'm just trying to come from under the thumb of this regime
1% of a billion more then niggas even seen
Still they wanna act like it's an everyday thing, clean
High Yellow sky dweller and the rose gold
Legend of the summer in the Rose Bowl
Came thru Pasadena in the low low
Just to show respect to the chulos
Feel like a stranger in my own land
Got me feeling like Brody in Homeland
I just want my shot to show my genius
Standing on the top hold my penis
America tried to emasculate the greats
Murder Malcolm, gave Cassius the shakes
Wait, tell them rumble young man rumble
Try to dim your lights tell you be humble
You know I'm gon shine like a trillion watts
You know a nigga trill as Michael Jackson socks
Send a light to Compton and the hundred blocks
Lil bastard boy, basking on top
Sipping D'USSE boy this ain't your daddy yak
He in a Cadillac; me？ I'm in the Maybach
This ain't grey sweat suits and white tube socks
This is black leather pants and a pair of stance
Socks is my synopsis is clear
Got stripclubs feeling like Oxford, I swear
Teacher teacher, I trying to unteach ya
All the shit they taught y'all, they got you all in the
bleachers
When you front row at the Knicks game, those the Spike Lees
You front row every where, you in the H.O.V's
Jordan 1's and dungarees
And that's just the half of my warpath
Make a million another million let my niggas make a million
'til we all check a billion, shit it's just the way I'm feeling
We have yet to see a ceiling, we just top what we top
Cause the bars don't struggle and the struggle don't stop
7.Somewhereinamerica(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterC. HollisC. CamperM. Dean
Writer(s)：S. CarterC. HollisC. CamperM. Dean
Oh, see what you made me do？
Shout out to old Jews and old rules.
Uh, new blacks with new stacks, uh
I already been the king, huh
Retract, I'm just bringing it up like John Packs.
Uh, new money that looking down at me
Uh, blue blunts, they're trying to clown on me
Uh, you could turn up your nose outside
Uh, never gonna turn down a homie!
Uh, knock-knock, I'm at your neighbor's house
Uh, straight cash, I'm at your neighbor's house
Uh, you should come to the house for me
Come and see what your new neighbor about!
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck 35, I'm on the highway.
Frank Sinatra on my solo
Loud as fuck I did it my way
Uh, a million sold before the album dropped
Uh, white Lexus before I had a deal.
Uh, ask Bun B about me, this ain't no snap back,
A nigga's been trill.
Uh, by the way, fuck your math!
You ain't gotta count it, my nigga I can add!
One million, two millions, three millions, twenty millions
Oh, I'm so good at math!
Might crash your Internet,
Uh, and I ain't even into that
When I was talking Instagram
Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped
Uh, feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Uh, cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerking.
Outro：
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk, Miley, twerk,
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk, oh, yeah, yeah
Only in America, uh!
8.Crown(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. WebsterK. BennettM. DeanM. CollinsB. Dixon
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. WebsterK. BennettM. DeanM. CollinsB. Dixon
They can't keep a gooda man down
Always keep a smile when they want me to frowns
Keep the vibes and they stood my grounds
They will never ever take my crown
Who Jah bless I say no man curse
Things gettin' better when they thought it would be worse
Here comes the officers askin' for a search
They found no weapon just only a draw of herbs
You in the presence of a king
Scratch that, you in the presence of a God
Put in the belly of the beast
I escaped, a nigga never had a job
Scott Boras, you over baby
Robinson Cano, you coming with me
These niggas is like rotary phones
It's a new day, hit up KD
Niggas always try to knock a nigga down
Knock me to my knees about a million times
Uncle said I'll never sell a million records
I sold a million records like a million times
These niggas shouldn't let me in
I ball so hard on ESPN
See my name come across on CNN
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see it again
'Bout 6 minutes, you gonna see me again
Shit on me
These niggas tried to shit on me
I was left for dead
They tried to wipe me out of your history
Bulletproof glass, glass roof like the Pope
Bulletproof love, Niggas down since the yolk
Bitch asked if I was God
Fuck I'm supposed to say, 'no'
You already seen me turn a man to a G.O.A.T.
You already know what I could do with the coke
Drop it in the water, made it disappear
I made it reappear, I had that bitch on a rope
I make my roof get ghost
Bottom grill, I make my tooth get gold
All the shit did, I wasn't supposed to live
Hallelujah Hov
Wasn't for the 'caine wouldn't be able
Wasn't for the bread, probably be dead
Best friends become ya enemies
Niggas' knives are double-edged
9.Heaven(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashJustin TimberlakeT.
MosleyJ. HarmonW. BerryP. BuckM. MillsM. StipeA. Younge
Writer(s)：S. CarterTerius 'The-Dream' NashJustin TimberlakeT.
MosleyJ. HarmonW. BerryP. BuckM. MillsM. StipeA. Younge
Have you ever been to heaven
Have you ever seen the gates
Have you bow down to your highness
And do you know how heaven taste
Lie me down
Have you ever been to heaven
Have you ever seen the gates
Have you bow down to your highness
And do you know how heaven taste
Lie me down
Arm leg
Leg arm head
This god body
Knowledge wisdom freedom understanding
We just want our equality Food clothing shelter
Help a find some peace
Happiness for a gangsta ain't no love in the streets
Conspiracy theorist screaming
Illuminati
They can't believe this much skill is in the human body
He'S 6'2 how the fuck he fit in a new Bugatti
Aw it you got me
Question religion
Question it all
Question existence
Until them questions are solved
Meanwhile this heretic
I be out in Marrakesh
Morocco
With my fellowship
Y'all dwell on ？
I'm in a Diablo Yellow
Color of a Jello-O
Hello
It's me again
Fresh in my Easter clothes
Feeling like and
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Getting ghost in the Ghost
Can you see me
Can you see me
Have mercy on a Judas
Angels wings on a 'ghnini
I'm
Secular tell the hecklers
Seckle down
Y'all religion creates division
Like my Maybach partition n
is my chauffeur
Boy hey loves Hova
From the south side of Chi
To Brooklyn where I growed up I confess
in the flesh
Live among
The serpents
Turn arenas into churches
I'm like Michael recycle these are not 16s
These are verses from
Tell the preacher he's a preacher
I'm a prophet a tree of knowledge
Drink from a gold chalice
You gotta love it
I arrive at pearly gates
I had luggage
Meaning I had baggage
asking me questions
I don't answer to these busters
Only could judge us
10.Versus(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterK. DeanJ. DavisT. MosleyJ. HarmonF. HubbardM.
JonesM. Taylor
Writer(s)：S. CarterK. DeanJ. DavisT. MosleyJ. HarmonF. HubbardM.
JonesM. Taylor
Hey sucka...
Where ever you are
I thought about ya fool
While I was driving my car
I wonder if you fools
Realize how far
You are
You're no where in my rear mirror
Your last... ain't better
Than my first...
Your best...
Ain't better than my worst...
The truth in my verses
Versus
Your metaphors
About what your net worth is
11.Part II(feat. Beyoncé)(On The Run Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. FauntleroyT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. FauntleroyT. MosleyJ. Harmon
Who wants that perfect love story anyway？
Anyway...
Cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche...
Who wants the hero that saves the day？
Anyway...
Cliche, cliche, cliche, cliche...
What about the bad guy goes good？
Yeah...
And the missing love that's misunderstood
Yeah...
Black hour glass...
Our glass...
Toast to cliche
In a dark past...
In a dark past...
Boy meets girl
Girl perfect woman
Girl get the bustin' before
The cops come runnin'
Chunking deuces
Chugging...
...what you say
Boys in blue say...
I don't care if you on the run
Baby, as long as I'm next to you
And if loving you is a crime
Tell me why do I bring out
The best in you？
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as Hell but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your...
I don't care if they come
No...
I know it's crazy, but...
They can take me
Now that I found the places that
You take me
Without you I got nothing to lose
I'm an outlaw
Gotta outlaw chick
Bumping Tupac
On my outlaw...
Matching tatts this ink don't come off
Even if rings come off
If things ring off
My nails get dirty
My past ain't pretty
My lady is
My Mercedes is
My baby momma harder than a lot of you...
Keep it 100
Hit the lottery...
You ain't about that life
Ain't gotta lie to me...
You know it's 'til death
Hope it's obvi' to...
Cross the line
Speak about mine
I'mma wave this...
I'mma geek about mine
Touch a... where his ribs at
I click clack
Push your... wig back
I did that
I been wildin' since a juvi'
She was a good girl 'til she knew me
Now she's in the drop bustin' Ueys
Screaming...
Deeper than words
Beyond right
Die for your love
Beyond life
Sweet as a... piece
Beyond ice
Blind me baby
With your neon lights
Ray Bans on
Police in sight
Oh, what a beautiful death
Let's both wear white
If you go to Heaven and they bring me to Hell
Just sneak out and meet me
Bring me a box of L's
She fell in a love with the bad guy
The bad guy
What you doing with them rap guys
Them rap guys
They ain't see potential in me, girl
But you see it
If it's you and me against the world
Then so be it
I don't care if they give me life
I get all my life from you
And if loving you had a price
I would pay my life for you
I hear sirens while we make love
Loud as Hell but they don't know
They're nowhere near us
I will hold your heart and your...
I don't care if they come
No...
I know it's crazy, but...
I don't care, I will never give it up
Give it up, give it up, give it all away
No, I swear...
No, I swear...
12.Beach Is Better(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterM. WilliamsM. Middlebrooks
Writer(s)：S. CarterM. WilliamsM. Middlebrooks
Get ya... on the celly
Cause I ain't got time
To be arguing with your...
If you ain't really ready
Girl why you never ready
For as long as you took
You better look like Halle Berry
Or Beyoncè... then we getting married
I brought sand to the beach
Cause my beach is better
You can keep ya beach
Cause that beach whatever
Started out at the Darby
Ended up at 1 Oak
Left the house with 100 grand
Ended up near broke
Don't get made at me
I'm buying bucket after bucket
When it's gone I'm like... it
I replace it with another one
Can't take this money with you
Burn this... up like I'm richer
...asking
If the oven's on
13.BBC(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterP. WilliamsN. JonesT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeK.
Dean
Writer(s)：S. CarterP. WilliamsN. JonesT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeK.
Dean
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
Let's work
D boy... look
Billionaire, billionaire
From the... to the farmers
To the Polo fleece to the bombers
R.I.P. to Gianni
Now we on our way
D boy...
Billionaire
Let's work
Bally shoes, Gucci sneakers
Pharrell's a pharaoh, peep the features
Unlaced Adidas
Top of the world like pyramids in Giza
Fila sweats, 88 I rocked a mock neck
Carried a... in my projects
Bucket hat EPMD cassettes
Now I'm... loud in Ibiza
Mix the D'USSE with the...
My whole life is leisure
Gangsta lean like the Pisa
Eiffel Tower, Hermes towel
The Feds perched like an owl
Real... all feel the hook
What you know about going out, head west
Maybach, 3 TV's all up in the headrest
Mase... at Madison Square Garden
20 million sold and we still catching charges
Rope chains, Rakim and Eric B
Bought my sidekicks Suzuki Jeeps and Cherokees
Hoop earrings
Coupes with the rear cameras
Put that... in a cherry M3
I'm not ya average...
Silver Toyotas four runners and
And four wheelers
Me and Teflon Q45 infinite
Windows tinted
White girl all up in it
Britney...
MCM seats buck 50 stitch
Versace plates got the Basquiat
Collab from Versace place
Cuban link...
You life is illegal
When your chain can get the rico
Real... all feel the hook
14.Jay Z Blue(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. HarmonC. BroadyT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeS.
CombsD. McDanielsN. MyrickC. Wallace
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. HarmonC. BroadyT. MosleyJustin TimberlakeS.
CombsD. McDanielsN. MyrickC. Wallace
I work and work till I'm half-dead.
And I hear people saying she's getting old
And what do I get？
A daughter
Who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her
As she cares about me
Let's do this for these babies
Mercedes truck fuck houses on acres
Blatantly balling on HD
Y'all need to step up your AV
Life changed again I was already taking off
My flight changed again
Slight change of winds
It's barely 12 noon
And my wife changed again
Baby needs Pampers
Daddy need at least three weeks in the Hamptons
Please don't judge me only hugged the block
I thought my daddy didn't love me
My baby getting chubby
Cue that Stevie Wonder music
Aw isn't she lovely
Now I'm staring at praying
That things don't get ugly
And I'm stuck in that old cycle
Like wife leaves hubby
Fuck joint custody
I need a joint right now
Just the thought alone fucks with me
High on life
I could die from the fall
Imagine if I hit the floor
Apologies in order
To Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me
You would be with me
Sort of like daddy dearest
Don't fuck with me fellas
Aw
This ain't my first time at the rodeo
Aw
I dream filthy
My mom and pops mixed me with Jamaican
Rum and whiskey
What a set off !
And I know I'm not perfect baby
Having been through so much trauma
It gonna be hard to reverse it
With some doctors and some nurses maybe
Teach me on how to treat a lady
Open doors on the Cedes
This relationship shit is complicated
All I know is we ain't speaking everyday
I fucking hate it
I don't wanna duplicate it
Having seen my mom and pop
Drive each other motherfucking crazy
And I got that nigger blood in me
I got his ego and his temper
All is missing is the drugs in me
High on life
I could die from the fall
Imagine if I hit the floor
Apologies in order
To Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me
You would be with me
Sort of like daddy dearest
Father never taught me how to be a father
Treated mother I don't wanna have
To just repeat another leave another
Baby with no daddy want no mama
Drama I just wanna take her back to a time when
Everything was calmer
Out in Paris on a terrace watching the Eiffel Tower
And a Ferris wheel yet and still nothing could prepare us
For the beauty that you be Blue be
Looking in your eyes is like a mirror have to face my fears
Cheer up!
Why could you just be happy？
Without these back and forth thoughts
You too much like your daddy
Badly I just wanna spent more time with him
Sadly life wouldn't let me get around with him
Now I got my own daughter taught her how to take her first steps
Cut the cord watch her take her first breath
And I'm trying and I'm lying if I said I wasn't scared
But in life and death if I ain't here
Apologies in order
To Blue Ivy my daughter
If it was up to me
You would be with me
Sort of like daddy dearest
15.La Familia(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterJ. HarmonT. Mosley
Writer(s)：S. CarterJ. HarmonT. Mosley
Head of the family
El Padrino
Welcome home to Emory
Let's get back to this dinero
...wanna kidnap wifey
Good luck with that bruh
You must gonna hide your whole family
What you think we wearing black for
Ready for that war
Ready for that war ready
You ain't ready yo, you radio
You ain't really ready
Real... chea
Alpo bought his bricks here
Elvis got his records took
It's like we got our seventh gear
NFL investigations
Oh, don't make me laugh
FBI investigation
We stood up to that
Facts only
Everything real in my raps only
Every... real in my clique really
Everyone is a movie star you got to film me
La Familia
Ready for that war
Ready for that war, ready
You ain't ready yo, you radio
You ain't really ready
Head of the Family
El Padrino
My brothers is my brother like my brother is
My... is my brother
Like my mother kids
Not in just in good times
That's that sucka...
But it war times
It just what it is
Head of the family
All my... bosses though
Y'all don't understand we
We talk that... bosses know
Triple... OG
What's up to my... Juan
Tell these... pull their... skirt down
I could see their ovaries
...snitching switching teams
Out there telling... things
Industry talk behind your back
Ain't nobody got time for that
Facts only
Everything real in my raps only
Every... real in my clique really
Even the girls keep it two hundred and trilly
It's la familia
16.Nickels And Dimes(Album Version Explicit)
Lyricist：S. CarterK. JoshuaM. DeanS. Valentine
Writer(s)：S. CarterK. JoshuaM. DeanS. Valentine
Nickels and dimes
Sticks to my mind
I'll never win
You have my friends
Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes
Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes
Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines
Between beauty and beast, I walk the line
Johnny Cash, I'm a real G
I cut my self today to see if I still bleed
Success is so sublime
Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind
Something 'bout the struggle so divine
This sort of love is hard to define
When you scratching for every nickel and dime
Got me itching to do this shit for my mom
Do this shit for my town
Leave the door open hoping they kick it down
The purist form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
We gonna make it there, I promise this
Sometimes I feel survivor's guilt
I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell
Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell
Did I do it for him or do it for myself
Can't lie to myself
I love my niggas more than my own blood
I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up
I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route
I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now
No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out
No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason
Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth
That will drive me gaga
Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime
Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down
I'm just trying to find common ground
'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down
Mr. Day O, major fail
Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now
Hublot homie, two door homie
You don't know all the shit I do for the homies
Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick
With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks
Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters
Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water
And just for clarity, my presence is charity
My flow is a gift, philanthropist
Everybody around me rich, or will be
Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me
And when a nigga go as the old adage go
You die rich or you die a disgrace, so just let me grow
Watch me cook, throw no looks
Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked
Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like
Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly
The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous
So here y'all go, I promise this
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