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Kanye West Feat. Jay-Z & Big Sean - Clique

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:07:43 +0300

[Intro: James Fauntleroy & Big Sean]
What of the dollar you murdered for?
Is that the one fighting for your soul?
Or your brother's the one that you're running from?
But if you got money, f*** it, 'cause I want some
B-I-G
Who f*****' with me?
Oh, God!
Woah

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Okay, ain't nobody f*****' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muhfuckin' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the—, they want the— (B-I-G, oh God) Go

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I tell a bad b**** do whatever I say (Yup)
My block behind me like I'm coming out the driveway (Swerve)
It's grind day, from Friday to next Friday (Woah)
I been up straight for nine days, I need a spa day (Spa day)
(Yup) She try and gimme that poon-tang
I might let my crew bang. My crew deeper than Wu-Tang (Woah)
I'm rollin' with— Ha! f*** I'm saying? Girl, you know my crew name
You know 2 Chainz (Yeah). Skrrt! I'm pullin' up in that Bruce Wayne
But I'm the f*****' villain, man, they kneelin' when I'm walking in the buildin'
Freaky women I be feelin' from the bank accounts I'm fillin'
What a feelin'! Ah, man, they gotta be
Young player from the D that's killing everything that he see for the dough

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Okay, ain't nobody f*****' with my clique
Clique, clique (On God!), clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my ma'f*****' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the—, they want the— (Click clack, stick 'em up) Go

[Verse 2: JAY-Z]
Yeah, I'm talkin' Ye (Clique). Yeah, I'm talkin' Rih (Clique)
Yeah, I'm talkin' B (Clique). n****, I'm talkin' me
Yeah, I'm talkin' bossy. I ain't talkin' Kelis
Your money too short, you can't be talkin' to me
Yeah, I'm talkin' LeBron, we ball in our family tree
G.O.O.D. Music drug-dealing cousin, ain't nothin' f*****' with we. Me
Turn that sixty-two to one-twenty-five, one-twenty-five to a two-fifty
Two-fifty to a half a— Man, ain't nothin' nobody can do with me
Now, who with me? ¡Vámonos! Call me Hov or Jefe
Translation: I'm the s***. 'Least, that what my neck say
'Least, that what my check say, lost my homie for a decade
n**** down for like twelve years, ain't hug his son since the second grade
Uh! He never told
Who he gon' tell? We top of the totem pole
It's the Dream Team meets the Supreme Team
And all our eyes green, it only means one thing: You ain't f*****' with the clique

[Chorus: Big Sean]
Okay, ain't nobody f*****' with my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'f*****' clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
Clique, clique, clique, clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the—, they want the—

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Break records at Louis, ate breakfast at Gucci
My girl a superstar all from a home movie
Bow on our arrival, the un-American idols
What n***** did in Paris got 'em hangin' off the Eiffel
Yeah, I'm talkin' business. We talkin' CIA
I'm talkin' George Tenet, I seen him the other day
He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same
Except mine tinted and his might have been rented
You know white people get money, don't spend it
Or maybe, they get money, buy a business
I rather buy eighty gold chains and go ign'ant
I know Spike Lee gon' kill me, but let me finish
Blame it on the pigment. We livin' no limits
Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment
Of our imagination. MTV cribs
Now, I'm lookin' at a crib right next to where TC lives
That's Tom Cruise. Whatever she accuse
He wasn't really drunk, he just had a frew brews
Pass the refreshments, a cool, cool beverage
Everything I do need a news crew's presence
Speedboat swerve, homie, watch out for the waves
I'm way too Black to burn from sunrays
So I just meditate at the home in Pompeii
About how I could build a new Rome in one day
Every time I'm in Vegas, they screamin' like he's Elvis
But I just wanna design hotels and nail it
s*** is real, got me feelin' Israelian
Like Bar Refaeli, or Gisele—no, that's Brazilian
Went through deep depression when my mama passed
Suicide, what kinda talk is that?
But I been talkin' to God for so long
That if you look at my life, I guess He talkin' back. f*****' with my clique

[Outro: Big Sean]
Ain't nobody fresher than my muh'f*****' clique
As I look around, they don't do it like my clique
And all these bad b******, man, they want the—
They want the— they want the— Go

[Produced by Hit-Boy; co-produced by Kanye West, with additional production from Anthony Kilhoffer, Noah Goldstein & The Twilite Tone]

Kanye West ft. Pusha T - Runaway

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:06:37 +0300

[Intro: Rick James & James Brown]
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya
Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya (Ladies and gentlemen, ladies, ladies and gentlemen)

[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my s*** just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Let's have a toast for the d*********
Let's have a toast for the a*******
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
She find pictures in my email
I sent this b**** a picture of my d***
I don't know what it is with females
But I'm not too good at that s***
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that's what I'm good at

[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
And I always find, yeah, I always find
Yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my s*** just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Let's have a toast for the d*********
Let's have a toast for the a*******
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Bridge: Kanye West & Rick James]
Run away from me, baby
Ah, run away
Run away from me, baby (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)
Run away
When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)
Then run away
Babe, I got a plan, run away as fast as you can
Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby (Look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at, look at ya)
Run away
When it starts to get crazy (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)
Why can't she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can (Look at ya, look at ya, look at ya)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five, p**** stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, alright, alright, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live with it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin' top off
Split and go where? Back to wearing knockoffs?
Haha, knock it off, Neimans, shop it off
Let's talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can't blame 'em, they ain't never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes with a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can't accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-n**** matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I'm just young, rich, and tasteless, P

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know I did damage
'Cause the look in your eyes is killing me
I guess you knew of that advantage
'Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don't know how I'ma manage
If one day, you just up and leave

[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West]
And I always find, yeah, I always find something wrong
You been puttin' up with my s*** just way too long
I'm so gifted at finding what I don't like the most
So I think it's time for us to have a toast

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Let's have a toast for the d*********
Let's have a toast for the a*******
Let's have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let's have a toast for the jerk-offs
That'll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

[Outro: Kanye West]
[Non-Lyrical Vocals]

Kanye West ft. The-Dream, Kelly Price, Kirk Franklin, Chance the Rapper - Ultralight Beam

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:05:51 +0300

[Intro: Natalie Green, Samoria Green & The-Dream]
Yes, God
We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord)
We want the lord (Yes, Jesus)
And that's it (Yes, God)
Hallej— hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus)
Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God)
Hallelujah, God (Yes, God; mm-mm)
We don't want no devils in the house, God (Yes, Lord)
We want the lord (Yes, Jesus; oh, oh)
And that's it (Yes, God)
Hallej— hand over Satan (Yes, Jesus)
Jesus praise the Lord (Yes, God)

[Chorus: Kanye West & The-Dream]
I'm tryna keep my faith
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam, this is a God dream
This is a God dream, this is everything
This is everything

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Deliver us serenity, deliver us peace
Deliver us love and we know we need it
You know we need it, you know we need it
That's why we need you now, oh, I
Pray for Paris, pray for the parents
This is a God dream
This is a God dream, this is a God dream

[Chorus: Kanye West & Choir, Kanye West]
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam, this is a God dream
This is a God dream, this is everything
Everything

[Post-Chorus: The-Dream, The-Dream & Choir]
I'm tryna keep my faith
But I'm looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war

[Verse 2: Kelly Price & Choir]
So why send oppression, not blessings?
Why, oh, why'd you do me wrong? (More)
You persecute the weak
Because it makes you feel so strong (Safe)
Don't have much strength to fight
So I look to the light (War)
To make these wrongs turn right
Head up high, I look to the light
Hey, 'cause I know that you'll make everything alright
And I know that you'll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
'Cause I, I look to the light

[Bridge: Chance the Rapper]
When they come for you, I will shield your name
I will field their questions, I will feel your pain
No one can judge
They don't, they don't know
They don't know

[Verse 3: Chance the Rapper]
Foot on the Devil's neck 'til it drifted, Pangaea
I'm moving all my family from Chatham to Zambia
Treat the demons just like Pam
I mean, I f*** with your friends, but damn, Gina
I been this way since Arthur was anteater
Now they wanna hit me with the woo-wap, the bam
Tryna snap photos of familia
My daughter look just like Sia, you can't see her
You can feel the lyrics, the spirit coming in braille
Tubman of the underground, come and follow the trail
I made "Sunday Candy", I'm never going to hell
I met Kanye West, I'm never going to fail
He said, "Let's do a good a** job with Chance 3
I hear you gotta sell it to snatch the Grammy
Let's make it so free and the bars so hard

This is my part, nobody else speak
This is my part, nobody else speak
This little light of mine, glory be to God, yeah
I'ma make sure that they go where they can't go
If they don't wanna ride, I'ma still give 'em raincoats
Know what God said when he made the first rainbow
Just throw this at the end if I'm too late for the intro, uh
I'm just having fun with it, you know that a n**** was lost
I laugh in my head 'cause I bet that my ex looking back like a pillar of salt, uh
'Cause they'll flip the script on your a** like Wesley and Spike
You cannot mess with the light, look at lil' Chano from 79th

[Chorus: Kanye West, Kanye West & Choir]
We on an ultralight beam
We on an ultralight beam
This is a God dream
This is a God dream
This is everything (Yes, God, Hallelujah)
Everything

[Post-Chorus: The-Dream, The-Dream & Choir]
I'm tryna keep my faith (Yes, Jesus; and that's it)
But I'm looking for more
Somewhere I can feel safe
And end my holy war

[Bridge: Kirk Franklin]
Father, this prayer is for everyone that feels they're not good enough
This prayer's for everybody that feel that they're too messed up
For everyone that feels they've said, "I'm sorry" too many times
You can never go too far when you can't come back home again
That's why I need

[Outro: Choir]
Faith, more
Safe, war

Kanye West - Bound 2

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:04:55 +0300

[Intro: Ponderosa Twins Plus One & Brenda Lee]
B-b-b-b-bound to fall in love
Bound to fall in love
Uh-huh, honey

[Chorus: Kanye West, Ponderosa Twins Plus One & Brenda Lee]
All them other n***** lame, and you know it now
When a real n**** hold you down, you supposed to drown
(Bound to fall in love)
Bound
(B-b-b-b-bound to fall in love)
Bound
Uh-huh, honey

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
What you doin' in the club on a Thursday?
She say she only here for her girl birthday
They ordered champagne but still look thirsty
Rock Forever 21, but just turned thirty
I know I got a bad reputation
Walk-around-always-mad reputation
Leave-a-pretty-girl-sad reputation
Start a Fight Club, Brad reputation
I turnt the nightclub out of the basement
I'll turn the plane around, your a** keep complainin'
How you gon' be mad on vacation?
Dutty wining 'round all these Jamaicans
Uh, this that prom s***
This that what-we-do-don't-tell-your-mom s***
This that red-cup-all-on-the-lawn s***
Got a fresh cut, straight out the salon, b****

[Bridge: Charlie Wilson & Brenda Lee]
I know you're tired of lovin', of lovin' (Ooh)
With nobody to love, nobody, no—
Uh-huh, honey

[Chorus: Kanye West, Ponderosa Twins Plus One & Brenda Lee]
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand b******
(Bound to fall in love)
Bound
(Bound to fall in love)
Bound
Uh-huh, honey

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
I wanna f*** you hard on the sink
After that, give you somethin' to drink
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Hey, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admittin' is the first step
And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it; Thanksgivin'
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
Have you ever asked your b**** for other b******?
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first, you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-a** verses
I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept

[Bridge: Charlie Wilson & Brenda Lee]
I know you're tired (Tired) of lovin', of lovin' (Ooh)
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just grab somebody, no leavin' this party (Woo)
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
Ooh
Uh-huh, honey

[Chorus: Kanye West, Ponderosa Twins Plus One & Brenda Lee]
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
(Bound to fall in love)
Bound
(Bound to fall in love)
Bound
Uh-huh, honey

[Produced by Kanye West and Che Pope with additional production from Eric Danchild, Noah Goldstein, No ID and Mike Dean]

[Video directed by Nick Knight]

Kanye West ft. Kid Cudi - Father Stretch My Hands, Pt. 1

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:04:07 +0300

[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett & Choir]
You're the only power (Power)
You're the only power that can—
You're the only power (Power)
You're the only power that can— (Oh)
Father (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Choir]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe
Nothin' unwanted (Who can I turn to?)
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (No other help I know)
Nothin' unwanted (I stretch my hands)

[Post-Chorus: Kanye West & Choir]
I just wanna feel liberated, I, yeah, na-na-na
I just wanna feel liberated, I, yeah, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?)
If I ever instigated, I, yeah, I'm sorry (If I don't turn to You)
Tell me who in here could relate, I, I, I (No other help I know, I stretch my hands)

[Verse: Kanye West & Kelly Price]
Now, if I f*** this model
And she just bleached her a******
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I'ma feel like an a******
I was high when I met her
We was down in Tribeca
She'll get under your skin if you let her
She'll get under your skin, it's just— uh
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna say nothin'
Everybody gon' say somethin'
I'd be worried if they said nothin', yeah, yeah
Remind me where I know you from
She lookin' like she owe you somethin'
You know just what we want
I wanna wake up with you in mind

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, Choir & Kelly Price]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (Beautiful morning)
Nothin' unwanted (Who can I turn to?)
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (No other help I know)
Nothin' unwanted

[Post-Chorus: Kanye West & Choir]
I just wanna feel liberated, I, yeah, na-na-na
I just wanna feel liberated, I, yeah, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?)
If I ever instigated, I, yeah, I'm sorry
Tell me who in here could relate, I, I, I (No other help I know, I stretch my hands)

Kanye West ft. Bon Iver, Rick Ross, JAŸ-Z, Nicki Minaj - Monster

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:03:43 +0300

[Intro: Justin Vernon]
I shoot the lights out
Hide 'til it's bright out
Oh, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life? (Ah)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
b****, I'm a monster, no-good bloodsucker
Fat m***********, now look who's in trouble
As you run through my jungles, all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West samples, here's one for example

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, n****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, n****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
Less talk, more head right now, huh
And my eyes more red than the devil is
And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, b****
Matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this
Do the rap and the track, triple-double, no assists
And my only focus is stayin' on some bogus s***
Arguin' with my older b****, actin' like I owe her s***
I heard the beat, the same raps that gave the track pain
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
f*****' up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
Chi n****, but these hoes love my accent
Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial

Goddamn, Yeezy always hit 'em with a new style
Know that m***********, well, what you gon' do now?
Whatever I wanna do, gosh, it's cool now
Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
Think you motherfuckers really, really need to cool out
'Cause you'll never get on top of this
So, mami, best advice is just to get on top of this
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
Ah, put the p**** in a sarcophagus
Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
I'm livin' in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my a**

[Chorus: Kanye West, Kanye West & JAY-Z, JAY-Z]
Gossip, gossip, n****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert (Yeah)
Profit, profit, n****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands

[Verse 3: JAY-Z]
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question, what do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfuckin' monster
Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you n***** know where the swamp is
None of you n***** have seen the carnage that I've seen
I still hear fiends scream in my dreams
Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
Kill a block, I murder the avenues, I
r*** and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody want to know what my Achilles heel is
Love, I don't get enough of it
All I get is these vampires and bloodsuckers
All I see is these n***** I made millionaires
Millin' about, spillin' they feelings in the air
All I see is these fake f**** with no fangs
Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins
I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you b******* up

[Chorus: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, n****, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
Profit, profit, n****, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfuckin' monster
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your f*****' hands

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad b**** that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains
Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a motherfuckin' monster do
Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't
So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out
Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
That's how these n***** so one-track-minded
But really, really, I don't give an F-U-C-K

"She on a diet," but my pockets eatin' cheesecake
And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's child's play
Just killed another career, it's a mild day
Besides, Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you, and Am' should ménage Friday
Pink wig, thick a**, give 'em whiplash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Ah, I'm a motherfuckin' monster!

[Outro: Justin Vernon & Charlie Wilson]
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Headed home)
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide (No)
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home (Head home)
I, I crossed the limelight (No, the limelight)
And I'll, I'll let God decide, 'cide
And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home

[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & Plain Pat]
[Video directed by Jake Nava]

Kanye West ft. Big Sean, Pusha T, 2 Chainz - Mercy

Thu, 01 Oct 2026 05:02:18 +0300

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Woah, believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy
Your chick, she so thirsty (Boy)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Boy)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me

[Verse 1: Big Sean & Kanye West]
Okay, drop it to the floor, make that a** shake (Shake, shake)
Woah, make the ground move: that's an a** quake
Built a house up on that a**: that's an a**-state
Roll–roll–roll my weed on it: that's an a** tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day–day? (Huh?)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a payday (Huh?)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
And n***** still hatin'
So much hate, I need a AK (AK)
Now we out in Paris, yeah, I'm Perrierin'
White girls politickin', that's that Sarah Palin
Get–get–get–get–get–gettin' hot, Californicatin'
I give her that D, 'cause that's where I was born and raised in

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yuugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill-droppin', Ms. Pac-Man, this pill-poppin' a** ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money
All she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out
I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck, check the wrist
Them heads turnin': that's exorcist
My Audemars like Mardi Gras
That's Swiss time, and that's excellence
Two-door preference
Roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake
So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant, woo
Lambo Murciélago
She go wherever I go
Wherever we go, we do it pronto, it's like—

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe (Swerve)

[Bridge: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin'
And a gnashin' of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon dem gums
Cuh when time it comes to my sound
Which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times
And it still have one more time left
Cuh the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder

[Verse 3: Kanye West & 2 Chainz]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the s***
Tell 'em gimme fifty million or I'ma quit
Most rappers' taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-yo-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo, my b**** make your b**** look like Precious
Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly
Now the whole party is melting like Dalí
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby (Yah)
n***** is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and n***** in Jordans (2 Chainz)

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz & Big Sean]
Okay, now catch up to my campaign
Coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time
Drinkin' champagne on the airplane (Tell 'em)
Spit rounds like a gun range (Baow)
Beat it up like Rampage
Hundred bands, cut your girl
Now your girl need a Band-Aid (Damn)
Grade A, A1
Chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin'
Co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yep)
Horsepower, horsepower
All this Polo on, I got horsepower
Pound of this cost four thousand
Now I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain (Rain) pourin' (Pourin')
All my cars is foreign (Foreign)
All my broads is foreign (Foreign)
Money tall like Jordan

[Chorus: YB, Big Sean & Fuzzy Jones]
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)
O-o-o-o-o-okay, Lamborghini Mercy (Swerve)
Your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I-I-I-I-I'm in that two-seat Lambo (Swerve, believe)
With your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve, believe)

[Post-Chorus: Fuzzy Jones & Big Sean]
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a weepin' and a moanin' (Swerve)
And a gnashin' of teeth (Swerve)
It is a—when it comes to my sound (Swerve)
Which is the champion sound (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Believe, believe (Swerve)
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
It is a—when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
Believe, believe, believe, believe

Kendrick Lamar - meet the grahams

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:09:20 +0300

[Verse 1]
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish your grandpa would've wore a condom
I'm sorry that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes that affect us until we grown
And you're a good kid that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor since your daddy don't teach you s***
Never let a man piss on your leg, son
Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son
Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion
Please remember, you could be a b**** even if you got b******
Never code-switch, whether right or wrong, you're a Black man
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some push-ups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, f*** what Ozempic did
Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership
Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that's law
Don't be ashamed 'bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms
Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure
Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within
Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them
And you nothin' like him, you'll carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now? Just play this when you eighteen

[Verse 2]
Dear Sandra
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment
With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a master manipulator
Even using you to prove who he is is a huge favor
I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper
And more, uh, more paper
I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions
Psychopath intuition, the man that like to play victim
You raised a horrible f*****' person, the nerve of you, Dennis
Sandra, sit down, what I'm about to say is heavy, now listen, mm-mm
Your son's a sick man with sick thoughts; I think n***** like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get f***** up in a cell for the rest they life
He hates Black women, hypersexualize 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better
He got sex offenders on ho-VO that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised, and he keepin' his child around them
And we gotta raise our daughters knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
f*** a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with a purpose
I been in this industry twelve years, I'ma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird s*** goin' on, and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' 'em tender
Then leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas
To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister
Or better, you're sellin' your niece to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said, "Get you the truth," so I'ma get mines
The Embassy 'bout to get raided too, it's only a matter of time
Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away, hey, Curry, keep the family away
To anybody that embody the love for their kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family safe

[Verse 3]
Dear baby girl
I'm sorry that your father not active inside your world
He don't commit to much, but his music, yeah, that's for sure
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs
Try destroyin' families rather than taking care of his own
Should be teaching you time tables or watchin' Frozen with you
Or at your eleventh birthday singin' poems with you
Instead, he be in Turks payin' for sex and poppin' Percs, examples that you don't deserve
I wanna tell you that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind
You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind
'Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion
Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to
His father prolly didn't claim him neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes it don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault that he's hidin' another child
Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go through somethin', it's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man 'cause it's feral behavior
Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain
I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains
Yes, he's a hitmaker, songwriter, superstar, right

Meet the Grahams

[Verse 4]
Dear Aubrey
I know you probably thinkin' I wanted to crash your party
But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body
This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
But you f***** up the moment you called out my family's name
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?
Guess integrity is lost when the metaphors doesn't reach you
And I like to understand 'cause your house was never a home
Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-poppin' and spendin' problems
Bad with money, whorehouse
Solicitin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start
But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the ego from the bottom
I try to empathize with you 'cause I know that you ain't been through nothin'
Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
No dominance, let's recap moments when you didn't fit in
No secret handshakes with your friend
No culture cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother
Identity's on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The skin that you livin' in is compromised in personas
Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman
You a body shamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of 'em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us
Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievements
Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in
'Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery
You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury
You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members
They all p****, you lied on 'em, I know they all got you in 'em
You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh
You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come
You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help
f*** a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

Kendrick Lamar - DNA.

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:08:09 +0300

[Part I]

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
I got, I got, I got, I got—
Loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
Cocaine quarter piece, got war and peace inside my DNA
I got power, poison, pain, and joy inside my DNA
I got hustle, though, ambition flow inside my DNA
I was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception
I transform like this, perform like this, was Yeshua new weapon
I don't contemplate, I meditate, then off your f****** head
This that put-the-kids-to-bed
This that I got, I got, I got, I got—
Realness, I just kill s*** ’cause it's in my DNA
I got millions, I got riches buildin' in my DNA
I got dark, I got evil that rot inside my DNA
I got off, I got troublesome heart inside my DNA
I just win again, then win again, like Wimbledon, I serve
Yeah, that’s him again, the sound that engine in is like a bird
You see fireworks and Corvette tire skrrt the boulevard
I know how you work, I know just who you are
See, you's a, you's a, you's a—
b****, your hormones prolly switch inside your DNA
Problem is, all that sucker s*** inside your DNA
Daddy prolly snitched, heritage inside your DNA
Backbone don't exist, born outside a jellyfish, I gauge
See, my pedigree most definitely don't tolerate the front
s*** I've been through prolly offend you, this is Paula's oldest son
I know murder, conviction, burners, boosters, burglars, ballers, dead Redemption, scholars, fathers dead with kids
And I wish I was fed forgiveness
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, soldier’s DNA (I’m a soldier's DNA)
Born inside the beast, my expertise checked out in second grade
When I was nine, on sale motel, we didn’t have nowhere to stay
At twenty-nine, I've done so well, hit cartwheel in my estate
And I'm gon' shine like I’m supposed to, antisocial extrovert
And excellent mean the extra work
And absentness what the f*** you heard
And pessimists never struck my nerve
And Nazareth gonna plead his case
The reason my power's here on Earth
Salute the truth, when the prophet say

[Part II]

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Geraldo Rivera]
I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
This is why I say that hip hop has done more damage to young African Americans than racism in recent years
I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
I live a better life, I'm rollin' several dice, f*** your life
I-I got loyalty, got royalty inside my DNA
I live a be-, f*** your life
Five, four, three, two, one
This is my heritage, all I'm inheritin'
Money and power, the mecca of marriages

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell me somethin'
You motherfuckers can't tell me nothin'
I'd rather die than to listen to you
My DNA not for imitation
Your DNA an abomination
This how it is when you in the Matrix
Dodgin' bullets, reapin' what you sow
And stackin' up the footage, livin' on the go
And sleepin' in a villa
Sippin' from a Grammy, walkin' in the buildin'
Diamond in the ceilin', marble on the floors
Beach inside the window, peekin' out the window
Baby in the pool, godfather goals
Only Lord knows I've been goin' hammer
Dodgin' paparazzi, freakin' through the cameras
Eat at Four Daughters, Brock wearin' sandals
Yoga on a Monday, stretchin' to Nirvana
Watchin' all the snakes, curvin' all the fakes
Phone never on, I don't conversate
I don't compromise, I just penetrate
Sex, money, murder, these are the breaks
These are the times, level number nine
Look up in the sky, ten is on the way
Sentence on the way, killings on the way
m***********, I got winners on the way
You ain't s*** without a body on your belt
You ain't s*** without a ticket on your plate
You ain't sick enough to pull it on yourself
You ain't rich enough to hit the lot and skate
Tell me when destruction gonna be my fate
Gonna be your fate, gonna be our faith
Peace to the world, let it rotate
Sex, money, murder, our DNA

[Video Outro]

Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Rock - Money Trees

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:07:09 +0300

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, me and my n***** tryna get it, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Hit the house lick, tell me, is you with it, ya bish? (Ya bish, ya bish)
Home invasion was persuasive (Was persuasive, was persuasive)
From nine to five, I know it's vacant, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do)
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool (They wasn't cool, they wasn't cool)
I f***** Sherane and went to tell my bros (Tell my bros, tell my bros)
Then Usher Raymond, "Let It Burn" came on ("Let Burn" came on, "Let Burn" came on)
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
The only thing we had to free our mind (Free our mind, free our mind)
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (See dollar signs, see dollar signs)
You lookin' like an easy come-up, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
A silver spoon, I know you come from, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew (We never knew, we never knew)
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just f*** your main b****
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say f*** them n***** that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do)
Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school, way after school)
You know, "Big Ballin' With My Homies" (My homies)
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin' rational, that's rational)
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head)
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
That Louis Burgers never be the same (Won't be the same, won't be the same)
A Louis belt'll never ease that pain (Won't ease that pain, won't ease that pain)
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin' (That day is jerkin', day is jerkin')
Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skrrtin' (Pirellis skrrtin', Pirellis skrrtin')
Gang signs out the window, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)
They say your hood is a pot of gold (A pot of gold, a pot of gold)
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just f*** your main b****
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might say f*** them n***** that you came with
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
A dollar might just make that lane switch
That's just how I feel, nah
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
That's just how I feel

[Bridge: Anna Wise]
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
'Magine Rock up in them projects where them n***** pick your pockets
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
Bakin' soda, yola whippin', ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
My homeboy just domed a n****, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, every day, I'm hustlin'
What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government?
Gotta provide for my daughter 'nem, get the f*** up out my way, bish
Got that drum and I got them bands just like a parade, bish
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash
If they do, tell the truth, this the last time you might see my a**
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurkin', blood
b****** sellin' p****, n***** sellin' drugs, but it's all good
Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a Foot Locker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Anna Wise]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
And I been hustlin' all day, this-a-way, that-a-way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
And that's just how I feel

[Skit: Paula Duckworth & Kenneth Duckworth]
Kendrick, just bring my car back, man, I, I called in for another appointment
I figured you weren't gonna be back here on time anyway, look
s***, s***, I just wanna get out the house, man
This man is on one, he feelin' good than a m***********
s***, I'm tryna get my thing goin' too (Girl, I want your body)
I'm going over to Merlin house, just bring my car back (I want your body)
s***, he faded, he feelin' good, look, listen to him
'Cause you got a big ol' fat a**
Girl, girl, I want your body
I want your body, 'cause of that big ol' fat a**, girl
See, he high as hell (I want your body, 'cause of that big ol'—)
s***, he ain't even trippin' off them dominoes no more, just bring the car back
Did somebody say dominoes?

Kendrick Lamar - Swimming Pools

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:05:49 +0300

[Produced by T-Minus]

[Intro]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Verse 1]
Now, I done grew up round some people livin' their life in bottles
Granddaddy had the golden flask, backstroke every day in Chicago
Some people like the way it feel, some people wanna kill their sorrow
Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem
I was in a dark room, loud tunes, lookin' to make a vow soon
That I'ma get f***** up, fillin' up my cup, I see the crowd mood
Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat
Took a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me

[Chorus]
"n****, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

[Post-Chorus]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Verse 2]
Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick
I am your conscience, if you do not hear me, then you will be history, Kendrick
I know that you're nauseous right now and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick
If I take another one down, I'ma drown in some poison, abusin' my limit
I think that I'm feelin' the vibe, I see the love in her eyes
I see the feelin', the freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived
This how you capitalize, this is parental advised, and apparently, I'm over-influenced
By what you are doin', I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me

[Chorus]
"n****, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

[Post-Chorus]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Bridge]
I ride, you ride, bang
One chopper, one hundred shots, bang
Hop out, do you bang?
Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang
I ride, you ride, bang
One chopper, one hundred shots, bang
Hop out, do you bang?
Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang

[Chorus]
n****, why you babysittin' only two or three shots?
I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch
First, you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it
I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock
All the girls wanna play Baywatch
I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it
Po-pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it

[Post-Chorus]
Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)
Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)
Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)
Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Segue]
Sherane
Sherane (Pool full of— and we-and they dive in it, in-in it)
Sherane, Sherane
(Wat-watch 'em all flock) Aw, man
(Girls wanna play, play, play) Sherane
Where is she takin' me? (I got)
Where is she takin' me? (Po-pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in—)

[Verse 3]
All I—, all I—, all I—
All I have in life is my new appetite for failure
And I got hunger pain that grow insane, tell me, do that sound familiar?
If it do, then you're like me, makin' excuse that your relief
Is in the bottom of a bottle and the greenest indo leaf
As the window open, I release everything that corrode inside of me
I see you jokin', why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I probably sleep
And never ever wake up, never ever wake up, never ever wake up
In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough

[Skit]
They stomped the homie out over a b****?
K-Dot, you good, blood?
Now we can drop— yeah, we can drop you back off
That n****'s straight, man, that n**** ain't trippin'
We gon' do the same ol' s***
I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' ru— they run opposite way
Fall right in ****'s lap
And he gon' tear they a** up, simple as that
And I hope that b**** that set him up out there, we gon' pop that b**** too
Wait hold up, ayy, I see somebody
*Car door opens and gunshots are fired*
Aha, got them n*****
K-Dot, you good? ****, you good?
Yeah, blood, I'm good, Dave, you good? Dave?
Dave, say somethin'
Dave?
These b****-a** n***** killed my brother

Kendrick Lamar ft. MC Eiht - m.A.A.d city

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:04:43 +0300

[Part I]

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Man down, where you from, n****?
f*** who you know—where you from, my n****?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window — check yourself
Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance
With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned n**** with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where **** hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different
That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, f*** is up?
f*** you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f*****' punk?
Pickin' up the f*****' pump, pickin' off you suckers
Suck a d*** or die or sucker punch

That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, f*** yo' truce
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect
They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that s*** ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
m.A.A.d. city

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
Man down, where you from, n****?
f*** who you know—where you from, my n****?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n****?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my n****

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & ScHoolboy Q]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me

[Part II]

[Intro: MC Eiht]
Wake yo' punk-a** up
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
G-yeah, real simple and plain
Let me teach you some lessons about the street
(Smoke somethin', n****?)
Hood ('Sup, cuz?)
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
G-yeah, how we do

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad'
Sleepin' in the livin' room of my mama's pad
Reality struck, I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole, two n***** hopped out on foot and dashed (Watch out, cuz)
My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'
In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (Sup?)
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth
I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'
You know the reasons, but still'll never know my life

[Break: MC Eiht]
G-yeah, cocaine, weed
n***** been mixin' s*** since the '80s, loc
Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds
Dip, make a n**** flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and s***
One time's crooked and s***
Block a n**** in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton

[Verse 2: MC Eiht]
I'm still in the hood, loc, g-yeah, that's cool
s***, the hood took me under, so I follow the rules
But, g-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And n***** that rep colors is doin' the same thang
Pass it to the left, so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately, g-yeah
Couple of IV's with the f*****' spray-can
Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip, g-yeah
Trip, we in the hood still
So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and ten grand's where a mothafucka stand

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
If I told you I killed a n**** at sixteen, would you believe me?
Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul-de-sac hostage
Kill 'em all if they gossip
The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option
Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinkin' and drive
Hit the powder, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide
Out that b**** with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes
Probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough, Compton, USA
Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?

[Interlude]
*Scratches*
M.A.A.d city
Compton

[Skit]
n****, pass Dot the bottle, damn
You ain't the one that got f***** up
What you holdin' it for?
n***** always actin' unsensitive and s***
n****, that ain't no word
n****, shut up
Hey, Dot, you good, my n****?
Don't even trip
Just lay back and drink that

A$AP Rocky ft. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar - Fuckin’ Problems

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:03:10 +0300

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake, A$AP Rocky]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem (Yeah)
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up, b******, simmer down (Uh)
Takin' hella long, b****, give it to me now (Uh)
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Ooh, baby like it raw with the shimmy shimmy ya, huh?
A$AP (Yeah), get like me (Uh)
Never met a m*********** fresh like me (Yeah)
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me (Uh)
But the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
‘Cause I'm the n****, the n****, n****, like how you figure? (Yeah)
Gettin' figures and f*****' b******, she rollin' Swishers
Brought her b******, I brought my n***** (Uh)
They gettin' bent up off the liquor (Uh)
She love my licorice, I let her lick it (Alright)
They say money make a n**** act niggarish (Uh)
But least a n****, n**** rich
I be f*****' broads like I be f*****' bored
Turn a dyke b**** out, have her f*****' boys, beast (Hahahahaha)

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Verse 2: Drake]
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the n***** you been leadin' on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feedin' on
Got a feelin' that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a f*****' read-along
Ain't a f*****' sing-along 'less you brought the weed along
Then ju— okay, I got it
Then just drop down and get your eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that s*** you talkin' 'bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a n**** I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then m***********, get to bustin'
Yes, Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long-d*** n**** ain't for the long talkin', I'm beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, yeah, ho, this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she from the hood, but she live inside in the valley now
Vacayed in Atlanta, then she goin' back to Cali (Mm)
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony, I f*** 'em at the same damn time
She eyein' me like a n**** don't exist
Girl, I know you want this d***
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar (Mm)
A.K.A. Benz is to me just a car (Mm)
That mean your friends-es need be up to par
See, my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (Mm)
Kill 'em all, dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved, listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holler back, I'll do ya, beast

[Chorus: 2 Chainz, Drake, 2 Chainz & Drake]
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
I love bad b******, that's my f*****' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to f***, I got a f*****' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real is your f*****' problem
Bring your girls to the crib, maybe we can solve it, ayy

[Produced by 40 & Drake]

Kendrick Lamar - euphoria

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:02:13 +0300

[Part I]

[Intro]
eurt s'em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE
Euphoria

[Verse]
Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now is spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you

[Part II]

[Intro]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee

[Verse]
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper, n****, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by a throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, n****, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five hundred thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when a rapper talk about guns, then somebody die, they turn into nuns
Then hop online like "Pray for my city," he fakin' for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the s*** that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian n**** make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got s*** twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three GOATs left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish n****, the crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' s*** at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, f*** all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some s*** about n***** that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the b****** you f*** 'cause they confuse themself with real women
And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a n**** bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

[Part III]

[Verse]
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the f*** they think they playin' with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, b****
I'm allergic to the lame s***, only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a f*** 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request, you know that we got some s*** to address
I even hate when you say the word "n****," but that's just me, I guess
Some s*** just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? (Bet)
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad b******
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop a** with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with ya
You were signed to a n**** that's signed to a n**** that said he was signed to that n****
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Ho, what? You ain't like that record?
"Back To Back," I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on n*****? Y'all think all my life is rap?
That's ho s***, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that
Then tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that
Then givin' him tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack n***** that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clean 'em out too, tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI?
n**** feelin' like Joe Hale Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called A.I
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick n***** all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho n***** is d*** riders
Tell 'em run to America to imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is n***** don't like the West Coast, and I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a n**** off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and a blammy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesin', fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, f*** y'all n*****, I don't trust y'all n*****
I wave one finger and thump y'all n***** like mmm
Field goal, punt y'all n*****, they punk y'all n*****, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's f*****' with him, f*** you n*****, and f*** the industry too
If you take it there, I'm takin' it further
Psst, that's something you don't wanna do

[Outro]
Ooh
We don't wanna hear you say "n****" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "n****" no more
Stop

Kendrick Lamar - HUMBLE.

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:01:58 +0300

[Intro]
Nobody pray for me
It been that day for me
Way (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
Finesse a n**** with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin’ this
Parmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' this
D’ussé with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your a** the world with my paystub
Ooh, that p**** good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' Tetris
A.m. to the p.m., p.m. to the a.m., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
It's levels to it, you and I know

[Chorus]
b****, be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil’— sit down, lil’ b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil’ b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil'—)
Sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil’ b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

[Verse 2]
Who that n**** thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
Get the f*** off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
Get the f*** off my d***, that ain't right
I make a play f****** up your whole life
I'm so f*****' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
Show me somethin' natural like a** with some stretch marks
Still'll take you down right on your mama couch in Polo socks
Ayy, this s*** way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy
If I kill a n****, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest n**** after all

[Chorus]
b****, be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, lil'— hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil'—)
Sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, sit down, lil'— sit down, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, lil' b****)
b****, sit down (Hold up, lil' b****)
Be humble (Hold up, b****)
Sit down (Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us

Wed, 30 Sep 2026 05:01:19 +0300

[Intro]
Psst, I see dead people
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

[Verse 1]
Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho
Deebo any rap n****, he a free throw

Nail a n**** to the cross, he walk around like Teezo
What's up with these jabroni-a** n***** tryna see Compton?
The industry can hate me, f*** 'em all and they mama
How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options
I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton
Beat your a** and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show n*****
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em
Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him
Pole on him, extort s***, bully Death Row on him
Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young
You better not ever go to cell block one
To any b**** that talk to him and they in love
Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him
They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs
And Party at the party playin' with his nose now
And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?
Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, f*** 'em up
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff
Why you trollin' like a b****? Ain't you tired?
Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

[Chorus]
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

[Verse 2]
You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, n****?
I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, n****
Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'
What is the owl? Bird n***** and burnt b******, go
The audience not dumb
Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow
Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise
Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for b**** and you Malibu most wanted
Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'
Since 2009, I had this b**** jumpin'
You n*****'ll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers
What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? p****
n**** better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton
Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin'
f*** a caption, want action, no accident
And I'm hands-on, he f*** around, get polished
f***** on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'
Then get his face tatted like a b**** apologizin'
I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither
From Alondra down to Central, n**** better not speak on Serena
And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks
That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch
I lean on you n***** like another line of Wock'
Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy
Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy
Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayy
How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy
One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy
Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy
Freaky-a** n***** need to stay they a** inside, ayy
Roll they a** up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy
City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

[Chorus]
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us
They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

[Verse 3]
Once upon a time, all of us was in chains
Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves
Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains
Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game
The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer
Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda
You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance
Let me break it down for you, this the real n**** challenge
You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)
Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)
21 gave you false street cred
Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)
Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)
2 Chainz say you good, but he lied
You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars
No, you not a colleague, you a f*****' colonizer
The family matter and the truth of the matter
It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

[Bridge]
Mm
Mm-mm
He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)
He a fan, he a fan, he a
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Freaky-a** n****, he a 69 God
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life
Let me hear you say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Say, "OV-ho" (OV-ho)
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way

[Outro]
Are you my friend?
Are we locked in?
Then step this way, step that way
Then step this way, step that way

Lil Wayne ft. Kendrick Lamar - Mona Lisa

Tue, 29 Sep 2026 05:08:07 +0300

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish these
Hope it ain't too many feelin's involved

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I see n***** in this b****
Stunting, popping bottles
Getting drunk with these b******
Then when they leave, they get followed
Fall asleep with that b****
And really don't know much about her
Then she let us in, we take all of your s***
And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love her

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I be with b****** that be with b******
That be with n***** with riches

I say, "No, b****, I said get him" (Ha)
And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy
He hit it and sleep on her titties
Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs
It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim, now you
Feeling so silly, I smoke color purple
I'm up in here feeling like Celie, ooh
Nappy-a** dreads, what's that you say?
Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli, ooh
You can get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the b**** that you feeling 'cause you
Thought that she was an angel, that b**** ain't no angel
I treat her halo like a frisbee, and you
Tell her your business, she tell me your business
You tell that b**** what you feeling
All of the beans you be spilling, to you
She lie through her teeth; cavities, fillings
She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden
She know when you gone, tell me when to visit
We break in your home and take the specifics
And meanwhile, the b**** is on vacation with him
So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains
We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes
You'll only know that it's gone when you checking
Then your first thought is to start second guessing

Then she gave him some head, boy, you can't trust them b******

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]
I see n***** in this b****
Stunting, popping bottles
Getting drunk with these b******
Then when they leave, they get followed
I be with b****** that know the b******
That's with the n***** we following
Get them on the line, stay two cars behind

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care
She handle the business and don't ever tell
She bite the bullet and cough up the shell

And if he say yeah, then we meet 'em there
She feed him lies with his silverware
She don't want love, she just want her share, I
Know a b**** named Liz
This n**** think she his 'cause she tell him that it is
So, he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears
And then she tell me, and I be all ears
Then I go and tell my people, and they already know it
And then I call Liz, and she say he coming over

We waiting outside, watch him pull up
Walk up to the door, and right before he knocked
She open the door naked, she left it unlocked
They started French kissing so he didn't see moi
And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch
Music up loud with his head in the clouds
Turn that s*** down, and I scared the piss out him
Piss a n**** off, put the gun to his frown
"n****, turn around, I ain't here to f*** around
I ain't here to f*** around, caught you with your pants down
You know what it is, put your f****** hands up!

Then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her
She a good actress, and you a dead actor
You'll be dead after we get what we after
If Liz call you daddy, she 'bout to be a b******, oh
I got way too many b****** that do anything for me, n****
But think for me, n****
Send her to you like she ain't for me, n****
I hope you alone like bankruptcy, n****
She pour you a drink, that drink on me, n****
She slip something in it, now faint for me, n****
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture
Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these n*****
p**** got you out of character, n****
You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my n****
Take everything that you have
'Til you don't even have an opinion, we have your attention
And now you looking down a barrel though, n****
Now she looking for her pantyhose, n****
We just looking for the casserole, n****
But she gon' show us where you stash it though, n****, Mona

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne]
Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup
And a promise he gon' take her to the movie and the mall
Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter
Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi looking at 'em both, popping up and take a picture, uh
Probably on an internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her
On his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
(Mona Lisa)
p**** good enough, it got him sinning in the walls
And he digging in it like he living in it, make a new religion with it
Man, a n**** 'bout to go against God
Poetry in the pear trees
Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him
Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi?
Never gave two f****, jumped in the backseat

Then he dogged it again like the b**** Lassie
I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pit laughing
I'ma call up again like I did last week
Make good with the friend, and I'm all jazzy
Britney with the twin and the girl, Ashley
Found out that I f*****, he was unhappy
b****, I never let the b******* get past me
Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me
'Bout no m************ double standard, acting
f****** on another n****, that's a negative alone
But you sucked his d***? That's just nasty
Matter fact, b****, gimme your phone – No
You f****** with Wayne's? – No
b****, gimme your phone
No, let me, let me take this call real quick
(She lick me like a lollipop)
He on your f****** ringtone? Is that the s*** that you do?
Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos
Jump on the internet, watching his interviews
I don't know what the f*** lately gotten into you
Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder
Forgot all the s*** that I did for your daughter?
The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma
Daycare after school and she never did charge ya
You scandalous as f***, and I hope you blow up
You know what? I give up, let me go get my gun
I got one in the chamber I'm planning on aiming
Goddammit, you know that the damage is done
b****, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress
I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess
So in conclusion
Since you like rappers that's killing that p****, I'm killing myself

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile (Ooh)
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She say, "Ooh," dead emotion (Ooh)
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah

Drake, Kanye West, Lil Wayne, Eminem - Forever

Tue, 29 Sep 2026 05:04:22 +0300

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane
I'm shuttin' s*** down in the mall
And tellin' 'ery girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, a—

[Verse 1: Drake]
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothin' to play with
Started off local, but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city, faded off the brown, Nino
She insist she got more class, we know
Swimmin' in the money, come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club, you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that s*** sounded like a album
Who'da thought a countrywide tour'd be the outcome?
Labels want my name beside a X, like Malcolm
Everybody got a deal, I did it without one
Yeah, n****, I'm about my business
Killin' all these rappers, you would swear I had a hit list
Everyone who doubted me is askin' for forgiveness
If you ain't been a part of it, at least you got to witness, b******

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane
I'm shuttin' s*** down in the mall
And tellin' 'ery girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, a—

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ayy, ever-ever, Mr. West is in the buildin'
Ain't no question who about to kill 'em
I used to have hood dreams, big fame, big chains
I stuck my d*** inside this life until that b**** came
And went hard all fall like the ball teams
Just so I can make it rain all spring
Y'all seen my story, my glory
I had r**** the game young, you could call it statutory
When a n**** blow up, they gon' build statues for me
Old money, Benjamin Button, "What?" nothin'
Now it's super bad chicks givin' me McLovin
You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband
You would think these n***** know me when they really doesn't
Like they was down with the old me, no you f*****' wasn't
Um, you're such a f*****' loser
He ain't even go to class, Bueller
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
'Member she had that bad hip like a fanny pack?
Chasin' the stardom will turn you to a maniac
All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act
They pull they cameras out and, goddamn, he snap
I used to want this thing forever, y'all can have it back

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane
I'm shuttin' s*** down in the mall
And tellin' 'ery girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, a—

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay, hello, it's the Martian, Space Jam Jordans
I want this s*** forever, wake up and smell the garden
Fresher than the harvest, step up to the target
If I had one guess, then I guess I'm just New Orleans
And I will never stop like I'm runnin' from the cops

Life is such a f*****' roller coaster, then it drops
But what should I scream for? This is my theme park
My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark
Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk
Let the king talk, check the price and pay attention
Lil Wayne, that's what they gotta say or mention
I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I'm restin' in the lead, I need a pillow and a cover
Shh, my foot's sleepin' on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last, huh

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane
I'm shuttin' s*** down in the mall
And tellin' 'ery girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane

[Post-Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, a—

[Verse 4: Eminem]
There they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, woah
He can make them look like bozos, he's wonderin' if he should spit this slow
f*** no, go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no
He ain't had him a buzz like this since the last time that he overdosed
They been waiting patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose
Back into the game and they know rap will never be the same as befo'
Bashin' in the brains of these hoes and establishin' a name as he goes
The passion in the flame is ignited, you can't put it out once we light it
This s*** is exactly what the f*** that I'm talkin' about when we riot
You dealin' with a few true villains who stand inside of the booth, truth-spillin'
And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings come flyin' up out of our mouths, now rewind it
Payback, m***********, for the way that you doubted me, how's it taste?
When I slap the taste outta your mouths with a bass so loud that it shakes the place
I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face
You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place, so, Drake

[Chorus: Drake]
It may not mean nothin' to y'all
But understand, nothin' was done for me
So I don't plan on stoppin' at all
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane
I'm shuttin' s*** down in the mall
And tellin' 'ery girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this s*** forever, mane, 'ever, mane, 'ever, mane

KeeRSTAR - Авеню Монтень

Mon, 28 Sep 2026 05:01:29 +0300

Авеню Монтень
Авеню Монтень
Авеню Монтень

Хватит думать, что ты крут
Хватит думать, что ты культ
Новый тип, но без идей
Я оставлю их ни с чем

Ненавижу вас, как всех
Без эмоций куча тел
Лучше вызову модель
Но ты встанешь рядом с ней

Скажи мне, с кем ты флексил каждый раз как я писал релиз
Когда ты ненавидел, твои хейтеры летели вниз (опять)
Ставил себе цели, и чтобы бы ты знал (да да)
Когда все люди спали, я не засыпал

Я знаю, бро
Я знаю, ты пиздел у меня за спиной
Я знаю, что
Когда все молчали, ты закрывал рот
Тебе нужен повод, но его только меньше
Продолжай дальше хейтить, но не делать успешней

Сколько раз я пройду мимо, не попав в болото
Когда тебя увидел, стоил ли ты столько? (дешевый лох)
Все что я с ними сделал не твоя забота
Она тебе звонит, когда лишь вспомнит снова

Хватит думать, что ты крут
Хватит думать, что ты культ
Новый тип, но без идей
Я оставлю их ни с чем

Ненавижу вас, как всех
Без эмоций куча тел
Лучше вызову модель
Но ты встанешь рядом с ней

Моя жизнь как на мошпите
Мой отряд, как не крутите
Толпа сучек на репите
Мой отряд, как не крутите
Твои лохи так хотят задеть, но задевают эго
Молчание - приговор, кроме громкого смеха

Но каждая хочет пиарить себя
Одни лишь дешевки, какая цена?
Тону в алкоголе, ведь правда одна
Я хочу обернуться, но не вижу конца

Авеню монтень
Авеню монтень
Авеню монтень
Не пиши в директ, когда я с ней

Хватит думать, что ты крут
Хватит думать, что ты культ
Новый тип, но без идей
Я оставлю их ни с чем

Ненавижу вас, как всех
Без эмоций куча тел
Лучше вызову модель
Но ты встанешь рядом с ней

Kijin - ТУР ПО ГОРОДАМ

Sun, 20 Sep 2026 05:04:21 +0300

Москва 2026 Урбан 30 января, надеюсь, ты был там, брат (LIVING)

Она врубает Кишлака, я вырубаю два грамма
Тур по городам, меня не узнаёт мама
Читаю, как Замай, с***, Антихайп база
Я последний панк, заверил у нотариуса

Самый последний панк, шаришь, самый последний
Если я сдох — панк сдох со мной, без всяких сомнений
Я беру в райдер ***котиков больше, чем снеков
Мой гитарист волнуется, что повторю Кобейна
Судьбу, ну-ну, я так не могу
Все потому, что я не пусси ебанный, я тру
Если хочу схавать четыре перка, то я не жду
Если похуй на фаната — так ему и говорю

I feel so good

Она врубает Кишлака, я вырубаю два грамма
Тур по городам, меня не узнаёт мама
Читаю, как Замай, с***, Антихайп база
Я последний панк, заверил у нотариуса
Она врубает Кишлака, я вырубаю два грамма
Тур по городам, меня не узнаёт мама
Читаю, как Замай, с***, Антихайп база
Я последний панк, заверил у нотариуса