1.The Recession
Lyricist：Aldrin Davis, Jay Jenkins
Young, chea
The recession is now here
Feel like norm I'm getting' cheers
I'm just speaking da truth
Ain't my fault if it strikes fear
Niggas heard it was a recession
The whole world went into a panic
Glacier on my wrist
Same thang that sunk the titanic
Don't get frantic once you here the lyrics just chant it
Ya'll not seen the bigger picture so stay out my frame
I'm a menace to society 'cause I keep dat Kane
Know you can't believe, huh
Straight from Columbia
Got da Cubans on call like a Nokia
Mr.175 get it by da field, sell it by da batch
And you better pay me fast
Or I'll do you like Yung Berg
Get cha chain snatched
Kidnap yo kid you won't get either one back
It's young, ayy
And I'm back, ayy
And I'm back
I'm not a teacher but here's yo lesson
School of hark nocks nigga, the recession
2.Welcome Back
Lyricist：Hayward Ivy, Jay Jenkins
Yeah, I told you niggas
Welcome back, yeah niggas
Welcome back, I told y'all I was coming back niggas
Welcome back, I want it down below, homies, let's go
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place
And if you show me the money I'll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain't got mo money I'll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back
Guess what I don't give a fuck
None of these niggas real as me, I think I might line 'em up
Fuck you, man, he ain't shit, what you say？ Suck a dick
'Scuse me if I'm bein' rude, let me check my attitude
'Scuse me Mr. Attitude, why you got an attitude？
Can't stand the rapper niggers thinking that it's trap a nigga
These never ever, never ever, never had a pack niggas
I'm tellin' you what they do to you
What's happening？ Wut up dude？
I've been done, you too slow
I'm too fast, movin' like slim fast
Keep my Ronald Williams cash in a black Chevy bag
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place
And if you show me the money I'll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain't got mo money I'll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back
So kind, so kind, thank you very much
What the fuck is goin' on？ Actin' like I lost touch
I ain't never lost touch, dam' sure ain't lost much
Mater of fact I still got it, yeah you know I'm still ballin'
Catch me in my black T but I'm a business man
Catch me at the kitchen table weighing out my business plan
Young what your dentist plan, none your fuckin' business man
What's wrong with your pussy niggas, needin' my opinions, man
Okay, here we go again
Street status necessary, start talking blow again
Got that bureau if the niggas sellin' blow again
Streets think it's necessary that a nigga blow a man
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place
And if you show me the money I'll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain't got mo money I'll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back
In my yayo in my kitchen, sky storch every where
White fat black top, Kung Foo Panda bear
Call me sense, I got the taiquondo
My Angelina shit, I want that Brad Pitt dough
I said it's so funny, same time snow money
Ain't nuthin' funny, bitch, I'm on my money shit
A movie star bitch, we can make our own flick
I just came to beat it down, you play with your own shit
Yeah, okay, I'm 'bout to wild out
Call it a V neck, why？ Took a nine out now
750 luck, 750 head
Bitch, I don't even know what 750 is
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Guess who's back and he is stuntin' on you hoes
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm shinin' on you niggas
Welcome back
Yeah, I'm back and I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Been on my grizzy but now I'm back in the place
And if you show me the money I'll put this brick in your face
And if ya ain't got mo money I'll put this strap in your face
And believing these niggas is like a slap in the face
Welcome back
Yeah, I told you niggas, right
3.By The Way
Lyricist：Terry Allen, Jay Jenkins
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
And you can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy these niggas can't hear me
Must be the wrong size 'cause these niggas can't feel me
Never let 'em play me, never let 'em bullshit me
If they ever bullshit me send the coroner to get me
And when the coroner come to get me I'ma take you pussys with me
And I ain't trustin' twelve shots, no I keep them choppers with
me
And I don't trust you from a block, gotta keep them shottas with
me
Can't let the goons get bored, gotta keep them niggas busy
And I ain't trustin' nobody so I took my money with me
'Cause last time they got me, get me
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Stay on it by the way, I want it by the way
Take it to your momma's momma house
Where everybody stay, where everybody sleep
Leave everybody sleep, have a baby bottle
That's everybody's freak
Baby like a dry cleaners, seen everybody's sheets
Take 'em straight to the hood, then everybody eat
They went down, I went down
Now everybody cheap or should I say cheaper
Or maybe ever lower
You niggas gettin' this shit, should I talk any slower？
Any slower it be screwed and that would be rude
I'm a man, no respect and plus I got a sack
Got the west side crackin', ask about 'em in the mess
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Turned a brick into a clothing line, a boost commercial
And he still talkin' yo, so who's commercial？
Young like Noah, move dem birds by the two
Daddy needs smoke, da coupe need a pair of shoes
I get my AR on and still want crossova'
I got a half a box left, think I need mo soda
Been hustlin' since I was ten, still rate me as awesome
Just got dis thing in, it's too big for a host'ta
Dey say I'm bipolar, so indesipsive
So muthafuckin', what I know sum bitches dat like it
Da real niggas recite it, da real bitches dey luv it
It's just da way da I thug it, so wen dey want it I'm like fuck
it
I said I'm Young by the way, the one by the way
I ain't trippin', I just do this shit for fun by the way
The truth by the way, the proof by the way
Mr. front up on me know I'm gonna shoot by the way
I said it's on by the way, I'm in the zone by the way
You can call me Mr. Get 'Em Gone by the way
I did it by the way, I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way, yeah
4.Crazy World
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracey Sewell
Yeah, y'all better vote for Barrack O' Drama
A black president is shit, nigga
Oh, oh this shit fucked up right here, nigga
Ain't no work, ain't no jobs, yeah we still got bills tho nigga
Best believe nigga, but through it all what they want hommie,
yeah？
They want that young shit, that dumb shit, that, where you from
shit？
That ride around your hood all day with your gun shit
All I got to my name is two bricks and one felony
You going back to jail, that's what my conscience keep on
telling me
I really ain't buying all that bullshit they selling me
When the government throwing more curves than the letter C
I said the letter C, I guess that's for correctional
They tryin' to box me in, sit me still like a vegetable
Goddamn, another trap, I think Bush is tryin' punish us
Sendin' a little message out to each and everyone of us
Real G shit, boy that's really unheard of
When you get more time for sellin' dope and murder
In this crazy world
This world keep spinnin', yeah my rims still spinnin'
Even though the money slow we still spinnin' in this crazy world
And this world keep turnin'and my blood still burnin'
Same thing different day, it's still burnin' in this crazy world
See this dope still selling and these niggaz still tellin'
Will you make it through the day？
There's no tellin' in this crazy world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in this crazy world
When I as 14 I turned nothin' to a quarter mil
Probably why I never give a fuck about a record deal
And I ain't never tried this shit, imagine how that white feel
But that don't even matter though, tryin' to pay the light bill
Light bill, phone bill plus my granny nerve pills
Feel like I should be takin' them, imagine how my nerves feel
I want a new Bentley and my auntie need a kidney
And if I let her pass her children never will forgive me
Goddamn, another trap, I think Bush is tryin' punish us
Sendin' a little message out to each and everyone of us
Real G shit, boy that's really unheard of
When you get more time for sellin' dope and murder
In this crazy world
This world keep spinnin', yeah my rims still spinnin'
Even though the money slow we still spinnin' in this crazy world
And this world keep turnin'and my blood still burnin'
Same thing different day, it's still burnin' in this crazy world
See this dope still selling and these niggaz still tellin'
Will you make it through the day？
There's no tellin' in this crazy world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in this crazy world
I ain't an X-Box, so why you niggaz tryin' play with me？
I really beat the streets so what you niggaz gotta say to me？
Can't be much, can't be much, why？ â~Cause I ain't listenin'
I just left the hood and I'll be damned if they ain't feelin'
â~em
Wanna see me fall off, guess that just the way it be
Old school triple beam, I'm using that the way I'm being
And plus I got driver that can get them thangs from A to B
Soon as you get your money right, they hit you with conspiracy
Goddamn, another trap, I think Bush is tryin' punish us
Sendin' a little message out to each and everyone of us
Real G shit, boy, that's really unheard of
When you get more time for sellin' dope and murder
In this crazy world
This world keep spinnin', yeah my rims still spinnin'
Even though the money slow we still spinnin' in this crazy world
And this world keep turnin'and my blood still burnin'
Same thing different day, it's still burnin' in this crazy world
See this dope still selling and these niggaz still tellin'
Will you make it through the day？
There's no tellin' in this crazy world
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, in this crazy world
That's what I said nigga, I said yeah
We can't even pay our bills around this motherfucker
You niggaz stealin' and building condos and shit nigga
You know, damn, here goes another
They just built another one, nigga
Y'all don't see it, though I say it, for real dawg,
We're still fucked up by this misconception nigga
Ain't nothin' movin' nigga, nothin'
5.What They Want
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracey Sewell
I told y'all niggas I was comin' back hard, nigga
Oh, you ain't heard this shit since Thug Motivation, nigga, okay
Hey, hey, hey, hey hoes ain't shit and money ain't nothing
And if it ain't nothing and then it gotta be something
And if it something and then it gotta be nothing
And if he ain't showed the cash then he gotta be bluffing
My dog hit me up, he say he got a lick
Got a bad jump shot, so he might shoot a brick
Talking records on my line, that's a technical foul
I don't know what the fuck you talking 'bout, I'm hanging up
right now
Nigga, you ain't Nick Cannon and this ain't wilding out
I'm playing my position and I ain't trying to foul out
Here's the replay, ya we 'bout to find out
Hey, where's the referee I need to call a time out
If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting
They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living
What you say nigga？
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting
They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living
What you say nigga？
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
Say he just touched down and he need a dutch downed
Second time he caught a date, think he going out of way
Thirty six holla at 'em, going for the first down
Feds playing defense every time he come around
We going to the super bowl if I make this field goal
Understand you gotta be, line man's turning me in three
He tripping 'bout that extra point, that man he want an extra
joint
Make sure you bring my extra cash, next time I see your extra
ass
Huddle up, call the play, ya I'm playing quarter back
Four way, two way, betcha I bring a quarter back
Weigh it up, bag it up, pass it to my running back
A dollar short on my pay, that's a flag all the way
If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting
They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living
What you say nigga？
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting
They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living
What you say nigga？
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
Ninth inning, bases loaded, I'm going for the grand slam
Tax free, tax free, I ain't giving shit to Uncle Sam
Young in playing softball, you playing softball
Yeah, I'm playing softball, same colors as golf balls
Catch me in the outfield, that's a whole lot of grass
Trying to buy the franchise, that's a whole lot of cash
Them rite I'm saving up, thinking I'm going to buy the team
Watch me get my bounty on, trying to keep my money clean
Focus quick, watch the pitch, can't afford another strike
If I make it through this shit then I can play another night
Money fight, money fight, gotta get my money right
But first I gotta get this hoes, so make sure that you wrapped
'em right
If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting
They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living
What you say nigga？
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
If Young's what they want then Young's what they getting
They ask me what I do, I tell 'em teaching for a living
What you say nigga？
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
And I could show you how to make a mill right now
6.Amazin'
Lyricist：Christopher Gholson, Jay Jenkins
Yeah, can you please motherfuckin' rise？
For the national motherfuckin' trapstar anthem
Let's go
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low yeah, I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin'
Closed door armor, lookin' like it's miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch, I bust a lot of rhymes, could've done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit, put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
Gotta feed my hood, so I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga so I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga â~cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nuttin' but banana split, say that I'm her favorite
If you can take a lot of dick I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who you're with
Bring your Wu-gang gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin' with
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin'
First I sold two mill' then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one
Told them if they give me this, then I'll record another one
But if you cannot give me that ain't no sense in callin' back
Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American, I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since '98
Let â~em talk, let â~em hate, watch the Lincoln navigate
If you touch â~em, wipe â~em off, fingerprints they take â~em
all
I can make an avalanche and I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery â~cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin'
Must've spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
First â~round draft pick, yeah I'm motherfuckin' baller
Just write your number down, baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now she won't live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' with it she won't make it through the night
Before the song with Kanye, I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips, yeah I keep my money tight
Now, it's time to re-up and then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel, yeah I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot, yeah I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
Yeah, I'm spendin' all money, yeah I'm livin' in the past
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin', look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low, yeah I look like an Asian
Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
Haters run they mouth, they ain't talkin' â~bout nothin'
'Cause bitch I'm amazin'
7.Hustlaz Ambition
Lyricist：Christopher J Gholson, Jay Jenkins
Everybody wanna be like me
Ya'll can be like me
Look at my watch
Look at my wrist
Nothin' like ya man he ain't shinin' like this
Nothin' like ya man he ain't grindin' like this
And even if he was, he ain't fuckin' with cuz
I got so far from the bottom couldn't even see the top
Just as soon as a fill the trap I'm rippin' up every block
I'ma good god fearin' man with a criminal mind state
Ain't nobody gave a shit and thats why we grind weight
My grandma off in the church while I'm in the refrigerator
In search of the baking soda right next to the mashed potatoes
She prayin' for better days I'm prayin' they take this water
Realest and stun and ship put that day on my mothers daughter
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won't deny it, I won't deny it)
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
It's Mr. Trap or die yeah y'all remember me
First album was a classic them critics weren't feelin' me
Now as far as award shows we all know how that goes
So what's all the doubt about because he ain't sellin' out
Because he ain't givin' up because he don't give a fuck
Because he ain't changin' up I guess he ain't lean enough
And just know I'm savin' up let you play with my sanity
Gives a fuck what you think of me unless you feedin' my family
Mother fuck all my enemies one time for my mini me's
Listen to these niggas I bet you hear plenty me
I'm who they pretend to be the one they pretend to do
See me I'm a hustla I do what my hustlaz do
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won't deny it, I won't deny it)
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
Might not just be the best just know I plan to be
I refuse to let suckers win but that's just the man in me
Look it could be the G in me these niggas ain't seein' me
Unless they seein' me in traffic and somethin' topic and drastic
I say I grind like there 10 of me swear to god there's just one
of me
Look I know I ain't there yet just know that I'm gonna be
I couldn't wait to see the day I could change where my momma
stay
Put the b.s. behind me there's too much money in front of me
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won't deny it, I won't deny it)
My ambitions as a hustla
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
(I won't deny it I'm a straight hustla, I won't deny it)
8.Who Dat？
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Demetrius Stewart
Dat's why dey keep saying yeah, I don't even know
I got court tomorrow, I won't even go
I don't even show, I got shit to do
Only God can judge me, who the fuck is you？
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
2 days trey day so I guess ya tryna 3 dat
Never ever ever serve a nigga where ya sleep at
Police be at ya door nigga you ain't tryna see dat
See my suicide watch stay on suicide watch
Kill yourself, yeah dem suicide rocks
Had the nerve to write me a Dear Young letter
Killin' 'em young, you shoulda known better
I pay too much, you niggas play to much
Let the swag do the talking, I don't say too much
You niggas sayin' too much
Mr 17.5 you niggas paying to much
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Reportin' live from the trap
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
They say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Young live on da track
I don't chase no broads, I chase money and vodka
Next time I re up, I'ma buy me a chopper
And I ain't talking da AK, I'm talking shit wit propellers
Fly to the club make my old bitch jealous
Thug motivation, it's a straight celebration
I seen Jizzle in his chopper outside central station
This ain't a mixtape, but the tapes mixed
Black tape, grey tape all on one brick
Get it on the flo, get get it on the flo
Last night I swear to God half a million on the flo
Fell asleep on the money like a pillow on the flo
Woke up countin' money had to get it off the flo
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Reportin' live from the trap
Dey say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Shawty Redd on the track
They say who dat？ Nigga we dat
Young live on da track
What you know about 20 grand？ Stuffed in a white sock
Pull off in a white drop like I play for them White Sox
Play wit them white rocks, play wit them white squares
You call it what you want, who the fuck cares？
I don't never sleep, why？ Too paranoid
State of paranoia, all I do's call my lawyer
Tell him I know a nigga that might have a little trouble
Ok, you know it's me if you beat it I'll pay ya double
Y'all niggas know it,s me, if I want 2 I'll make it double
Just know it's water whipped so you might have a little trouble
Might move a little slower, might get a few complaints
Say he ran out of gas, he might need a half a tank
Thank God it's Friday, fresh off the highway
Say he 2 minutes out, he 'bout to pull in the driveway
In the driveway, take the work out
Cut the duck tape, take the work out
Young!
I keep tryin' to tell y'all man
Y'all need to find y'all own style homie!
We do this, we been doin' it for years
Who dat？ We dat
Ha hah
9.Don't You Know？
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracey Sewell
And you know, chea, and you know
Chea, get the money, get the money
And you know, and you know, and you know
Young, yeah, I see you, nigga, let's go
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
Feelin' is in this shit, that's right I'm in this bitch
Y'all niggas acting like Young ain't never did this shit
Nigga, five hundred grams, rock solid, no shake
Call them thangs Chappelles, he wants his other half baked
You know I like to scramble mine, Waffle House style
Or leave 'em sunny side up and let 'em chill for a while
Not only have I done it, I did it, I lived it
Delivered it myself, yeah, I'm making house visits
I'm praying while I'm driving, it's making me religious
In the headlights behind me, it's making me suspicious
And maybe I'm trippin' and maybe I'm not
Maybe it's nothing, just hope it ain't the cops, okay
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I go there, get that and go back with that
And then I flip that, then send that right back
If it got two bags, it must be five stacks
So you owe five stacks, bring that right back
If it take too long, must be rerock
Two in the shoe box, nah, these ain't Reeboks
I don't live there, I just cook there
Ain't nothing in there but fish and cookware
Can't drop our shit, work that fork though
Lock up like woah, Young like fo' sho'
This shit right here, call that, come back
Drop this nine off and I'll be right back
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know why these niggas tell lies
Y'all know damn well he ain't flippin' no pies
All this bird talk make me want some Popeyes
Y'all getting no play off in my rides
Fake ass niggas, how dare you compare Young？
Black Crown Vic, yeah that used to scare Young
My six-two's come back like Frisbees
All these smoke fumes got me dizzy
They talk bricks see, I'm just listening
Say I'm just listening
Hook might be tight but that don't sound right
I sold Snow White and he sold no white
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
But that don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
Chea, and you know
I ain't bouncing for none of you, niggas, nigga
And you know
I ain't cosigning none of you fake ass, niggas
Realest nigga in the BS nigga, Jezzy
And you know, and you know
Yeah, America is me
And you know
Yeah, they know me though, let's go
I hear y'all talk that work shit, that's cool
That don't mean shit, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
I don't know you, I don't know you
10.Circulate
Lyricist：Don Cannon, Jay Jenkins, Donald Level, Billy Paul
Cannon, I see you nigga
See I'mma start off so slow yeah, I said so slow
They love me out in D.C. just like gogo
Said gogo yeah, I said gogo
See 'em back with Don Cannon it's a gogo
See I want my song like cocoa
I like to heat mine up like cocoa
See dem 87 Jeans, see the logo
Every time a day, count em' baby, gogo
You know how the drought be everythin' slow
You know how the drought be anythin' goes
Remember back when, when I got the snow low
And I was in and out of state just like Romo
Lookin' out for them boys no homo
Can't tell 'em what you're drivin', that's a no, no
I'mma tell you this but keep it on the low, low
If his numbers too low he might be the popo
Things are gettin' higher, makes it hard on the buyers
Rent being paid late, please, let the dollar circulate
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate, circulate
Sittin' here starin' at this empty safe
Like what the fuck I'm gonna do with all this empty space
Got me lookin' at my bills like this ain't my place
Who am I to stop the party？ But that ain't my place
And I'm never givin' up, see that ain't my case
If that was my case, then I plee the fifth
But the way I'm feelin' now, might drink me a fifth
Might send you a ride, might send you a lift
Might send you a roll, might send you a script
Might send you a bag, might send you a plug
Might send you some thangs, might show you some love
Yeah, don't be the next to get flexed
Notice you ain't but you might wanna check
I tell you what, this is what I'll tell you
When shit get rough, no tellin' what they'll sell you
Meat prices up to steak, utilities are on their way
Airlines are runnin' late, please, let the dollar circulate
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate, circulate
I had to be the one to say I told you
God knows I can't wait until this recession's over
Higher than me, shit I'm tryin' to see
And wherever they be at it, that's where I'm tryin' to be
It was all good a week ago, Young the big tipper
Grind it all, we can throw it all at the strippers
Lookin' at my stash like where the fuck the rest at
Lookin' at my watch like it's a bad investment
Speakin' of investments, we talkin' investments
My re-up money, yeah, I'm tryna invest it
Sell a nigga dream, man, tellin' me it's up
Folks got it on hold, you still ain't heard nothin'
Said there was millions goin' broke
Industry pollutin' the air with smoke
Politicians talkin' crazy, workers bein' so lazy
Is it all because of Watergate？ Please, let the dollar circulate
Let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it, let it circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate
Circulate, circulate, circulate
Pressure is on again, either way it's still the same
Schools are cryin' too, they can't do they job they wanna do
We can go to the moon and float in space
Please, let it, let it, let it, let the dollar
Let the dollar, let the dollar circulate
11.Word Play
Lyricist：Pacal Bayley, Angelo Bond, Maldridge Cowart, K Crowe, Katie
Davis, Jay Jenkins, E Ortriz, Leonard Perry
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
First of the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
Third the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
I'm way too intelligent to play with my intelligence
What you tryna tell me, what I'm saying is not irrelevant？
Still represent 'cause I'ma represent
Three bands for a nine piece chicken dinner
Young bounce right back like a rubber band
Bought a whip, look y'all, no hands
Topless, stop this, where's your roof？
All this nonsense, there's no you
Married to the game, yeah we just got a load
Depending on the shipment, we might need a boat
I'm talking big money, anybody own a bank
Had to switch up the style, they was on to the tank
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
First of the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
Third the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
Used to bet on all hip hop, Young killed hip hop
Don't you know this dumb nigga still talking crack rocks
Got everybody following him, does that make him a leader？
Does that mean he needs to get indicted just to make you a
believer
If that's the case then I really do apologize
That I memorize, that I fantasized
That I visualized, that I strategize
One false move will get your ass penalized
You can't be serious, what if Pac was hearing this？
You bull shitting me, I'm sure Biggie would agree
If he had to pass the torch then that bitch would go to me
Now wouldn't you agree it doesn't matter how he said it？
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
First of the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
Third the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
You ever seen a blue Rolls caught in the black grass？
Nigga, go broke and invest in a black mask
Entrepreneur, he found him a new craft
A round of applause, congratulate that nigga
'Cause when he get rich you gon' hate that nigga
I bet the haters try they best try to break that nigga
How fly？ How fly？
How fly？ How fly？ How fly？
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
First of the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
You niggas want word play but I'm 'bout bird play
Third the month, yeah we call that bird day
Just look at 'em fly, just look at 'em fly
You so fly, you so fly
You so fly, you so fly
You so fly
You so fly, you so fly
You so fly, you so fly
You so fly
12.Vacation
Lyricist：M Carpenter, L Elliott, Jay Jenkins, L Molling, J Mollings
I got to
Like that don't cha？
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah nigga
Turn me up a lil' bit
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
My days, so long
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
Got to move on
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Decatur
Where it's greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm going to da bluff
Where it's rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to College Park
Where its dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
I'm going to the fo'
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
You see me standin' there
Like a chandelier
Gangsta of da year
Sippin' Belvedere
I'm smokin' Inglewood
I'm feelin' hella good
A nigga wish he could
I wish a nigga would
I'm smokin' on da good
I'm grippin' on da grain
Louie the 13
Mixed wit hurricane
And like a crippled man
You could catch me wit dat cane
Gon' be a bloody murda
If I catch you with my chain
See these hatin' ass niggas
Gettin' on my nerves
I'm so disappointed y'all
I'm at a loss fa words
I put it on da hood
Gettin' money til I'm dead
The only thang I'm fearin'
Is da muh'fuckin' feds
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Kirkwood
Where it's greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
Where it's rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Hell
Where its dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
I'm going to the Bankhead
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
Yeah I'm outta here
Send you a post card
N if ya outta dat
Send you some mo' hard
I need a piece a mind
Some relaxation
I'm mindin' my b-ness
So why ya nigga hatin'？
I keep it too real
So why ya niggas fakin'？
Ya try it if ya want
Cuz my nigga waitin'
Won't let cha stress me out
Won't let cha worry me
Jus' cause I'm doin' good
Won't let cha worry me
It's drivin' me insane
It's makin' me crazy
Ya know ya owe a nigga
So fuck you pay me
I put it on da hood
Gettin' money til I'm dead
The only thang I'm fearin'
Is da muh'fuckin' feds
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Pittsburgh
Where its greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Summerhill
Where its rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm going to da H-wood
Where it's dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
Jones Berg south
Where it go
Er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
My days, so long
Said I'm stressed out, so tired
Got to, move on
I need a vacation
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to Decatur
Where it's greater
See if I could stack me up some paper
I need a vacation
I'm going to da bluff
Where it's rough
See if I can pick me up enough
I need a vacation
I'm goin' to College Park
Where its dark
See if I can get me off some hard
I need a vacation
I'm going to the fo'
Where it go
An er'body know I make it snow
I need a vacation
13.Everything
Lyricist：M Deglel, S Gidewon, Anthony Hamilton, Torrence Hatch, Jay
Jenkins, W Thomas
Sup？ you got a man
What the fuck is that？
You don't know who I am？
Oh yeah, well, he ain't got shit on me
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
I'm going out the same way I came in, hard than a motherfucker
Real street nigga, I ain't nothing like these other suckers
How much the club cost？ I might buy this motherfucker
Have the feds park right outside this motherfucker
You know the name, bitch, hotter than fish grease
Got a hundred, moved a hundred that was this week
She want me to get the room man, this bitch cheap
But she roll the weed good and she a big freak
We on 75 her hands down my 87's
Dolce Gabbana belt, you know the Mack-11
First name Gots, last name Ends
Fix your mouth, fix your face, you might get a Benz
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Put that on momma, my daddy and everything I love
For everything I rap, my gangstas in the trap
You can't see me with a magnifying glass
200 on the dash, try some games, I'll bust ya ass
Nigga whole click, iPhones, nigga, get your shine on
Used to whip it up and zip it up, now it's the microphone
No man alive to stop my shine, I'm a hustla mayne
I want it bad 'cause Bad Azz came from nothing man
Shining on 'em, grinding on 'em 'bout what I'm talking 'bout
If I show your bitch my house, she gon' take my dick and floss
Show after show I'm getting dough, 100 G's at a time
I'm MJ round my way and Louisiana is mine, nigga
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Ya nigga ain't seeing me, I put that on everything
Put that on everything, put that on everything
Told you before, I'm a man 'bout his business
Draw the line, right where the family is
Never cross it, be the boss of it
Love ya down, until I've exhausted it
Other dudes, they pursue but they're clowns to you
I kneel down on the real and I pray with you
And never want too much, I make due for us
Believe me, I stand on my word
I put that on everything, believe me when I say
Put that on everything, everything
Put that on everything, everything
Put that on everything, everything
Put that on everything, everything
Put that on
Put it all on the line for your baby
Put it all on the line for your baby
Put it all on the line for your baby
Put it all on the line, put it all on the line
Put it all on the line
Put that on everything, everything
Put that on
14.Takin It There
Clear...
Yeah...
Ahaha...
Yeah it's official
Yeah... yeah yeah...
Hey Ziggy I told them neggaz(oh Yah)
They wouldn't believe me tho
I do this shit tho
It's 3：45 She pulled up to my house
Grabbed my strap, Got the door
With a blunt in my mouth (haha)
Say I'm 'bout to put the smack down
You know I'll put the smack down
She Park in the background
Look at me I'm standing tall
She knows how to keep it up
We just left the club
So you know we both drunk as f＊＊k
30 min in... secound wind
Call it cardioooooooo
I go up and down round and round SUPER MARIO!
Oh wee ohh wee she busting like a uzzy
I'm riding that Zazuki
She Wetting Such a Couzy
Call it in... Coat 10
Get ready for the water Floowwwww
Number 16 Terr it up
What can I say (I ain't lying)
Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...)
And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can
handel It)
But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there)
Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...)
You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around)
And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long
shawtii)
And that two think I can't handel it (but her...)
But I'm think I might end up taking it...
I'm thinking about it, then by recieving...
She can get it right back up, just give her a reason
Any given season Winter, spring, Summer, Fall...
I came to see the show baby gon and make the water fall
She know I'm the one to call when she want that good shit
She know I'm the one to call when she wants the hood shit
Baby looking all good about to meet her all hood
Jump her in the call yah you know the handle all wood
I stepped up in the spot (spot) Yah Smelling like a pound
Yah you know I'm taking nam-... Yee ain't got to take em down
Yee ain't got to take em off for mehh... Over a？ gresident？
About to be an accident Just call for？ Gressem？
What can I say (I ain't lying)
Ain't no easy way to say this (yahh...)
And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can
handel It)
But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there)
Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...)
You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around)
And I've been thinking about it all day long (all day long
shawtii)
And that two think I can't handel it (but her...)
But I'm think I might end up taking it...
I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle
mehh
First I'm gonna star right here where your man shud be
I don't know if you can handle this... Know if you can handle
Young
If yee ain't never had a real Negga, Better get you one
Come thru on some thug shitt(thug shitt)
Gotta respect shit
Yahh I come thru on some thug shitt (thug shitt)
Gotta Accept it
She know that I'm never shy most time we Probly high
Kid licked the kitty catt Yah gon need an Alliby
What can I say (I ain't lying)
Ain't no easy way to say this(ain't no easy way to Tell you
this)
And I don't know if you can handel it (I don't know if you can
handel It)
But I'm thinking about taking it (taking it there)
Cause that's the only way you ain't gett it (and youu...)
You lay around with them Boyz up town (Laying around)
And I've been thinking about it all day long (Ohh...)
And that two think I can't handel it (ohh... but her...)
But I'm think I might end up taking it...
There... there there there there Take... Ing... It...
There... there there there there... AHH
15.Don't Do It
Lyricist：P Bayley, Willie Hutch, Jay Jenkins
This is the greatest show on earth
What's understood ain't gotta be simple
Don't let 'em down
Haha, I see you Zipo, I got you, homie
No mo' Jose, no mo' Rose'
They locked my dog up and that ain't rozay
All he wanted was the fame, make it last forever
You get some one's, I get some one's, we make it rain together
I'm talkin' quabo dreams, Cristal fetishes
Smokin' everyday, just to keep ya sanity
Just me and my nigga like, 'What up, doe？'
Still partyin', the club closed an hour ago
I guess the back to back Lambo's a thing of the past
We use to talk on a chirp, now we talkin' through glass
Just like the glass, I know he see's right through me
Transparent, I can't hide my window pain
I'm thinkin' what to say to make him have a betta day
I'm walkin' down this lil' hallway like what the fuck I'm gon'
say
As I'm walkin' down the halls I feel the stress in the walls
I need to lighten up, man, this shit is to tense
Feels like I need tums, my heart aches so bad
But when he see's my face, he's gonna be so glad
Then I look into his eyes, swear to God I seen his soul
Tell me what can make a hot boy stare so cold
As I looked a lil' deeper, I saw a lil' hope
And then he cracked a smile, he still got his pride
Keep doin' what you doin', hold us real niggaz down
No matter what you do, don't let us real niggaz down
Jeezy, don't do it
Don't you let 'em down, Young Jeezy
Don't you let 'em down, Young Jeezy
No, no, no, no, no, Jeezy, don't do it
I done been through so much, real life done lost touch
Inhale so much yayo I lost my sense of smell
(Haha)
And I don't mean that literally but I mean this literally
These niggaz actors, me, I'ma factor
Known for movin' big money shit, at least a tractor
No brakes, no tires, I'ma ride for these streets
Yeah, until the wheels fall off
It's gon' take more than hate to get my focus off
Can't knock the hustle, still stackin' dead presidents
They say he's on his way out, well that's a reasonable doubt
Ain't no niggaz like the one's I got, friend or foe, politics as
usual
I'm feelin' it, still livin' wit regrets
With all these imaginary players you must love me
I told y'all in due time the city is mine
Jeezy, don't do it
Don't you let em down, Young Jeezy
Don't you let em down, Young Jeezy
No, no, no, no, no, no
Jeezy, don't do it
Please, please, please, please
Don't you let em, do it no
Don't you let em, do it no
No, no, no, no, no
Jeezy don't do
Neva, eva, neva, eva, neva, eva
Jeezy don't do it, nah, nah
16.Get Allot
Lyricist：Michael Davis, Jay Jenkins, Nicholas Solis, Howard White
'Cause I get allot of that, I get allot of that
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that
If you get allot of that, I get allot of that
Put your hands in the air if you get allot of that
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
This can't be it man, this shit is stressful
Is that what it is？ I'm just successful
Maybe I'm too good to hood, low down no good
I just keep shit real like you should
Twist my fingers, throw up my hood
Let's get this money, I know I would
I know that's right but still we do wrong
J-bo got thirty but still we moved on
Get them clamps out, get my groove on
I stay iced out, get my cool on
Best be cool homes, get my goin' on on
I'll bust them to homes, get my lose on
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
They say young fell off, yeah the boy done lost it
Been porting all my life, baby, I'm just exhausted
I take a Gatorade break to get everything straight
Now I'm sittin' here like how much Gatorade make
How much money would it take to make some more money？
Damn right, a nigga straight come get some more from me
I sold millions, made them millions
But still you doubt me, what's this without me？
Can't be that bad, still got my trap swag
And every time I do a show I leave with a trap bag
Money in trash bags, I call that garbage
Twenty thousand a trash bag, it looks like garbage
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, allot of this, I need allot of it
Sit on my bedroom floor counting all of it
That money be ludicrous, it just might shock you
If you can't find chaka then my right hands keep it
Look, I am simply one of the best
Can't even lie, I can't vouch for the depressed
Just like zip lock, they get killed in the plastic
Best add five grams so you can weigh it in plastic
I am so dirty, they wrap me in plastic
When they wrap me in plastic need to put me in traffic
They say that I'm difficult, even different
Show me the difference, I'll bring you the difference
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
Let's talk about hate 'cause I get allot of that
Then we can talk about money 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
I get allot of that 'cause I get allot of that
I get allot of that, I get allot of that
And I seen allot of that and I got allot of that
17.My President
Yeah Be The Realest Shit I Never Wrote
I Aint Write This Shit By The Way Nigga
Some Real Shit Right Here Nigga
This Will Be The Realest Shit You Ever Quote
Lets Go!
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Momma Aint At Home ＆ Daddy Still In Jail
Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale
Lets Go!
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey
And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay
Lets Go!
{Verse 1}
Today Was A Good Day Hope I Have Me A Great Night
I Dunno What You Fishin For Hope You Catch You A Great White
Me I See Great White Heavy As Killer Whales
I Cannot Believe This Who Knew It Came In Bails
Who Knew It Came With Jail Who Knew It Came With Prison
Jus Cuz You Got An Opinion Does That Make You A Politician
Bush Robbed All Of Us Would That Make Him A Criminal
＆ Den He Cheated In Florida Would Dat Make Him a Seminal
I Say And I Quote 'We Need A Miracle'
And I Say A Miracle Cuz This Shit Is Histerical
By My Nephews And Nieces I Will Email Jesus
Tell Him Forward To Moses And CC Allah
Mr. Soul Survivor Does That Make Me A Konvict
Be All U Can Be Now Dont Dat Sound Like Some Dumb Shit
When You Die Over Crude Oil As Black As My Nigga Boo
It's Really A Desert Storm Thats Word To My Nigga Clue
Catch Me In Las Vegas, A.R. Arizona
Rep For Them Real Niggaz Im Winnin In California
Winnin In Tennessee Hands Down Atlanta
Landslide Alabama On My Way To Sevana
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Momma Aint At Home ＆ Daddy Still In Jail
Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale
Lets Go!
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey
And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay
{Verse 2}
I Said I Woke Up This Morning Headache THIS BIG!
Pay All These Damn Bills Feed All These Damn Kids
Buy All These School Shoes Buy All These School Clothes
For Some Strange Reason My Son Addicted To Polos
Love Me Some Spinach Dip Im Addicted To Houston's
And If The Numbers Is Right I Take A Trip Out To Houston
A Earthquake Out In China A Hurricane In New Orleans
Street Dreams Tour I Showed My Ass In New Orleans
Did It For Soulja Slim Brought Out B.G.
Its All Love Bun, I'm Forgiving You Pimp C
You Know How The Pimp Be
That Nigga Go'n Speak His Mind
If He Could Speak Down From Heaven
He Tell Me Stay On My Grind
Tell Him Im Doin Fine Obama For Mankind
We Ready For Damn Change So Ya'll Let The Man Shine
Stuntin On Martin Luther Feelin Just Like A King
Guess Dis Is What He Meant When He Said Dat He Had A Dream
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Momma Aint At Home ＆ Daddy Still In Jail
Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale
Lets Go!
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey
And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay
{Nas}
YeaH!
History, Black History
No President Ever Did Shit For Me
Had To Hit The Streets Try To Flip Some Keys
So A Nigga Wont Go Broke
Then They Put Us In Jail Now A Nigga Cant Go Vote
So I Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin
She Aint A Politician Honeys A Polotician
My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms
22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms
When Thousands Of People Is Riled Up To See You
That Can Arouse Ya Ego You Got Mouths To Feed So
Gotta Stay True To Who You Are And Where You Came From
Cuz At The Top Will Be The Same Place You Hang From
No Matter How Big You Can Ever Be
For Whatever Fee Or Publicity Never Lose Your Integrity
For Years Theres Been Surprise Horses In This Stable
Just Two Albums In I'm The Realest Nigga On This Label
Mr Black President Yeah Obama Fa Real
They Gotta Put Ya Face On The $5000 Dollar Bill
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Momma Aint At Home ＆ Daddy Still In Jail
Tryna Make A Plate Anybody Seen The Scale
Lets Go!
My President Is Black, My Lambo's Blue
And I Be God Damn If My Rims Aint Too
My Money's Light Green And My Jordans Light Grey
And They Love To See White Now How Much You Tryna Pay
(Outro}
So Im Sittin Here Right Now Man
(How Much You Tryna Pay)
Its June 3rd Haha 2：08 Am
Nigga I Wont Say Win, Lose Or Draw
Man We Congratulate You Already Homie
See I Motivate The Thugs Right
You Motivate Us Homie
Thats What It Is, This A Hands On Policy
Ya'll Touchin Me Right
Yeah 1st Black President
Win, Lose Or Draw Nigga Haha
Matta Fact You Know What It Is Man
Shouts Out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington Homie
Oh Y'all Aint Think I Knew That Shit!
Sydney Portea What Dey Do
My President Is Black
I'm Important Too Though!
Lambos Blue
I'm Was The First Nigga To Ride Through My Hood In A Lamborghini
Yeah Haha
18.Showtime
Lyricist：Jay Jenkins, Tracey Sewell
Aye
(Haha)
Aye
(Young)
Pass me my mic
Sound man get me right
I hope you niggas ready
'Cause it's goin' down tonight
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
I got it packed front to back, ooh wee
Look at all these real niggas
And they came to see me
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
I heard the hood up in here
Well, let me hear ya
I see the Jack boys lookin'
Don't make me kill ya
I walk that, talk that
Been there, bought that
Dropped this, whipped that
Sold this, know that
Feds take pictures
So what Kodaks
That don't stop shit
More work, more stacks
More cars, more clothes
Good weed, more hoes
More choppas, more cash
In da maze, okay
No way Jose
Young price too high
No front, cash out
That's right, we buy
More clubs, more fun
More bottles, more guns
I rob no one
Please sit and have fun
Pass me my mic
Sound man get me right
I hope you niggas ready
'Cause it's goin' down tonight
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
I got it packed front to back, ooh wee
Look at all these real niggas
And they came to see me
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Yeah, the niggas hard
But I'm so much harder
They ask me how I made it
I was so much smarter
Gotta focus on your strengths
Motherfuck your weaknesses
Y'all know I stay hot
So why they know all my weaknesses
They say, oh he's so G
Killed that slowly
My swag, my flow
Swagga jackers y'all know
Believe them you're dumb
There's only one young
Since there's only one young
The fuck these niggas come from
I know, they know
I go so hard
I know, they know
I'm really so hard
Full house, packed show
Bad bitches, front row
Trap stars in the back
87's full of stacks
Pass me my mic
Sound man get me right
I hope you niggas ready
'Cause it's goin' down tonight
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
I got it packed front to back, ooh wee
Look at all these real niggas
And they came to see me
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
Tell 'em it's show time
19.Put On
Lyricist：Christopher Gholson, Jay Jenkins, Kanye West
I put on, I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
When they see me off in traffic they say Jeezy on some other
shit
Send them pussy niggas runnin' straight back to the dealership
Me, I'm in my spaceship, that's right I work for Nasa
The 7H is not a fraud, call that bitch my bodyguard
Call that bitch his bodyguard？ Yeah, that's my bodyguard
When we're out of jewelry, Young gon' do security
What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate？
If you want it come and get it, you know I stay super straight
Ran up in my spots and now I'm workin' at the Super 8
Know you niggas hungry, come and get a super plate
Y'all sing happy birthday, yeah I got that super cake
Hundred karat bracelet, I use it like some super bait
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
Half bag, top back, ain't nothin' but a young thug
HKs, 8 K's, I need to join a gun club
Big wheels, big straps, you know I like it super sized
Passenger's a redbone, her weave look like some curly fries
Inside fish sticks, outside tartar sauce
Pocket full of celery, imagine what she tellin' me
Blowin' on asparagus, the realest shit I ever smoked
Ridin' to that Trap or Die, the realest shit I ever wrote
They know I got that broccoli, so I keep that glock with me
Don't get caught without one, comin' from where I'm from
Call me Jeezy Hamilton, flyin' down Campbellton
So fresh, so clean, on my way to Charlene's
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on, I put on
I put on
I put on for my city, I put on for my
I put on for my city, I put on for my city
On
I feel like there's still niggas that owe me checks
I feel like there's still bitches that owe me sex
I feel like this but niggas don't know these stress
I lost the only girl in the world that know me best
I got the money and the fame and that don't mean shit
I got the Jesus on a chain, man that don't mean shit
Cause when the Jesus pieces can't bring me peace
Sure I need just at least one of Russell's nieces
On, I let my nightmares go
I put on, everybody that I knew from the go
I know hoes that was frontin' when they knew he was broke
They say damn, Yeezy Yeezy, you don't know us no more
You got that big fame homie, and you just changed homie
You can ask big homie, man the top sure lonely
I ain't lyin', so lonely
I aint lyin'
Let me see what we have tonight, what we have tonight
I'm high as a satellite, satellite
I see those flashin' lights, flashin' lights
'Cause every night, every night
I put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
I put on for my city, on on for my city
I put on for my city, on on for my city
Put on, east side
Put on, south side
Put on, west side
Put on
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