Audio Push Pump Fake

[Price:]

Yeah they call me Price I need it all I don’t do back-in’s

I was taught to make a right at every light and always back in

Got so high I blacked out I though my backseat was a mattress

You the type to tap out, lil’ bitch I’m tryna tap-in

I know strippers that make millions hittin’ poles now

I know some women that make millions with they goals now

I know some niggas that make millions puttin’ Flows Down

I know some niggas that make millions bustin’ O’s down

All that powder got you niggas snotty by the nose now

Pull up spreadin’ love, still these niggas still with the scrunched face

Cops killers, now they Innocent from what the judge say

But they tryna wash my lil’ nigga for a gun case

I hit the city pull up to the shell and grab some crumb cakes

A lighter and some VOSS water throw a hun’ on pump 8

I’m stuntin’ for them days mama couldn’t fix her front brakes

Steph Curry in a hurry I don’t never pump fake

Why the broke lazy niggas always wanna lunch break

I’ma step and do the dash and let you niggas cupcake

I gotta squad by my side that you ain’t finna come break

I gotta chain round my neck that you ain’t finna come take

You lucky I ain’t want ya baby mama cause she talk too much

So much dough I buy that hoe and throw her ass on Offer Up, yeah

Hit the ten east drinkin’, pump fakin’, that’s the devil

Turn the road to twisted metal when I punch the Porsche pedal

[Price and Oktane]

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (no we not)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (no we not)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (save your stories)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (Huh)

[Oktane:]

Lord that man hated on us, I would not wanna be him

And I am from the 909, y’all wanna be 10’s

They fake it ’til they make it now, how do I begin

The last nigga that pump faked, I swatted it outta the gym

I don’t fall for it just ballin’

You gotta play then call it

If not nigga stop callin’

Cause I gotta stuff my wallet

I checked off all my goals before twenty-four

I made it past twenty-five now I got twenty more

Ok you see it on TV and then you think it’s for the look

They see us shinin’ out, but they don’t know how long it took

The greats turn snakes when everybody got booked

And everybody wanna eat, but didn’t nobody wanna cook

Never stuck around

Took it and bust it down

I switched my number so they couldn’t gimme no runaround

I said I do it (now look up)

And I done, done it now

Now I look just how I say it, how it fuckin’ sound nigga?

[Price:]

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

If you say you gon’ do it get it done (get it done)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Save ya stories, I ain’t with the pump fakin’ (pump fakin’)

Audio Push Tis The Season

This is the fucking resurrection

Get the fuck up niggas

The restoration of that real shit

HS 87

[Verse 1 – Pricetag:]

I be posing for photos, eating at Sotto Sotto

Maxing.44s, bought that straps from the cholos

Packed in low lows, smell like Swisha packs and dodo

For sure sure, this that Austin Powers mojo flow

B O dub loco never disrespect the bro code

You mofos couldn’t get over my bars with a pole vault

I’ll Titanic any rapper trying to show boat

Notorious, Big L, if I Pac this that ghost flow

We pass out licks, will pass my bitch before I will pass the dutch

Disrespect you see tecs, UPS might package you

Love a brown skin, thick, phat ass that bounce back at you

You niggas biting Count Dracula

We getting money we laugh at you

Now hold it

This the part where I finally woken

Drinking potion til I’m choking, Clarence Carter I be stroking

This that bitch I made in motion, your girl wanna fuck no joking

She told me she’s home alone and tonight I’m Macaulay Culkin

We out here balling for no reason

So much money, white folks is calling us heathens

We giving meat to these women claiming they vegan

(We giving meat to these women claiming they vegan.)

[Hook:]

Tis the season to be balling for no reason

Fuck it I’m not responsible

Tis the season to be balling for no reason

Fuck you I’m not responsible

Tis the season to be balling for no reason

Fuck you I’m not responsible

[Verse 2 – Joey Bada$$:]

You hear that new strain gun powder

Shoot it up your veins and puff power

Fiends on that chemical X for enough hours

When that adrenalin Russian roulette surrounds you

Cock it, cock it, when you had enough

And once you take it out the socket

Energy surge when you touch it, bring it, babe watch it

Turn up, little something, keep that boom box thumping

That bass, that loud, her system be jumping

I just hope the speaker ain’t bomb bumping

She take my jewels and she blow like she drive something

It’s a must that she know that I ain’t nutting

I ain’t nothing

Stereotype humping the wall

Acne on her face be bumping and all

I be that loco in my 47 cholos

Please don’t take no photos if it ain’t of nosotros

Open up those Ojos, stop choking up that pork

Get your hustle on the floor

Hit the door

I got that good shit for the low I let them know

So line them up, line them up, we ’bout to blow

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Oktane:]

Give me the snare and that kick

I need it the snare and that kick

I came to talk on my shit

You hating, hop off my dick

I’m MVP of this game

Same nigga, ain’t shit changed

So if you wasn’t here when I was walking

Then bitch don’t get on that plane

Here we go

You niggas can’t be serious, come on fam

I got a list of niggas I’m ready to stunt on fam

Like I’m the little nigga that you used to front on man

You still work at the same spot from when I left on, damn

Okay, you can talk on your shit, I’m a just make more hits

My team is winning by so much we’ll make yours quit

Like I wear a size 5 nigga, I will never forfeit

Like size 5, 4, fit…

Ah, nigga fuck that shit

I step in fresher than two showers

You got dressed for like two hours

Your bitch like my girl

She came with me, you too sour

My niggas all real niggas

Your niggas are true cowards

I’m the king of the hill I don’t need Hank, Bobby, or Boomhauer

To tell me that, don’t want your shit, don’t sell me that

Cops on us, we selling crack

Every bar on every track, no holding back

Hit told me we got to bring the West back so I helped him

So ladies and gentlemen, California’s finally back

You’re welcome, Oktane

[Hook]

Audio Push Slidin Solo

[Price:]

Never gotta repeat with you

You don’t judge me, I be myself with you, oh

Slidin’ solo, ain’t been with no-one else

Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else but you, oh

Never gotta repeat with you

You don’t judge me, I be myself with you, oh

Slidin’ solo, ain’t been with no-one else

Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else but you, oh

Fight, fuck, love

This ain’t what I thought it’d be

Trust, stay, run (don’t run)

Hope you see the God in me

They lied when they said that love was easy

Lied when you said you didn’t need me

Blocked me from your mobiles and your socials

All I had was God, my son, and ProTools

Rolling purp tryna find my purpose

Curbing hoes like a plastic surgeon

On Instagram searching through my searches

I just want one of you, and that’s for certain

I just wanna move past the being dumb

So called we done

To the breakfast toast, whole grain seed bun

Fresh Prince re-runs

We was on the road

Yeah they say that we young

So we going way harder than ever

Our spirits and hearts are together forever

Never gotta repeat with you

You don’t judge me, I be myself with you, oh

Slidin’ solo, ain’t been with no-one else

Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else but you, oh

Never gotta repeat with you

You don’t judge me, I be myself with you, oh

Slidin’ solo, ain’t been with no-one else

Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else but you, oh

[Oktane:]

(Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else…)

I like your vibe

And I’m in love with your body

You don’t need anybody else

You say I make you feel alive

And we don’t need anybody else, babe

This is way more than physical

I mean way before we even got physical

Eye-contact was difficult

Our self-control around each other is pitiful

You promised we wouldn’t mess around

And I ended up giving rounds

And you tell me I put it down

You just happy daddy back in town

Hot damn

One ring

That’s how long the phone ring

And what I’ma give you

But one thing

Keep you on my mind

That’s the fact that you know what’s up

Closes homies got shaky (damn)

You staying silent, you know it’s us

Real niggas ain’t breaking

I don’t trust people with two faces

This always real, no faking

We don’t give them people no statements

You don’t change up for no paper

Turn our phones off, no internet

All that blog-talk, we ain’t into that

And you always here when it’s crunch time

I said one time

[Price:]

Never gotta repeat with you

You don’t judge me, I be myself with you, oh

Slidin’ solo, ain’t been with no-one else

Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else but you, oh

Never gotta repeat with you

You don’t judge me, I be myself with you, oh

Slidin’ solo, ain’t been with no-one else

Can’t catch this vibe with no-one else but you, oh

[Price:] Hello, what you doing babe?

[Lady:] Nothing

[Price:] Yeah I’m still on my way, I just, I had to stop and get gas and shit. I’ve been running into some more of the homies though. I think this shit ugly!

[Lady:] Really?!

[Price:] Yeah from what they saying

[Lady:] Are you good? How… what’s going on?

[Price:] I don’t, I don’t wanna say too much on the phone, but this shit could be on one, I ain’t gonna lie to you. I’m just… just tryna keep my head right

[Lady:] You know you gotta keep your head straight, you already know

[Price:] Yeah you right!

[Lady:] Good vibes over here, that’s all we do, so don’t let it mess you up, and eh… you know, no bad days

Audio Push Soundcheck Intro

[Oktane:]

People please… Are you listenin to my vision that I am livin

Ever since I was just a kid I knew I was given

A talent that nobody else was given

So my division was exactly that, but I never knew if I was the difference

Between good and great

Because all everyone does around my is hate

And tell me everything I’m working hard that’s a mistake

And we’re the ones who didn’t listen, now look at us today

We came from battle rappin, clappin the gats, cats attackin us and mad us because we doin what you couldn’t

But now you back at us and you clap for us, all I see is people been waggin us because they seein what they should’ve

Well you a couple minutes late

You’re try to bring your fruits to me, but I already ate

I’m not hollywood my vision’s just clearer

I avoid conflict and it’s not because I fear ya

I just decided to choose

I got too much to loose

And besides that my only competition is the mirror

So, pardon my? estab?, but you waggin when I’m walkin my by and I don’t look your way it’s simply because I don’t hear ya

All I hear is the fans, and ya’ll understand their screams are deafening, they all waitin for the boss

So you can pay for your ticket, you can’t walk in with us because you didn’t believe in us, now go and take your loss

Cause now everybody is seein past the image

That he has just hit it, the limit

That he is not a gimmick

The people admit it

They see him and he is who they scrimmage

They shoot at my head, I popeye, and he is out of spinach

Take it in I’ll give you a minute

Sean and Kadis told me to go in, I hope that they meant it

Lots of money and time had went in I spent it

Now I’m paid in full every show, back to business

Of course they’re gonna hit the three, even if they foul him

I’m here to sell more than a couple thousand

I’ve worked too hard to be looked at as lousy

I stand unamused, only music can arouse me

Lyrics sparks songs I’ m nice with em

Mr. Hi I’m Him can really write venom

I be happy to sent these rappers, out ice with em

Point proven and I’m movin, I bruised em now Price get em

[Price Tag:]

Ever since the moment that I took a sip of life, I knew my kryptonite was to get on stage and grip the mic

I see my dreams in front of me had to grip it tight

Grew up with no dad, I guess that makes me a victim right?

Wrong, I’m on my throne with my feet up

You headed to the same destination, we can meet up

My book is in the sky, which means you gotta read up

Only the game is in the oven, let’s turn the heat up

Pull the seat up, sit in the row

Get on the map, sick of the thoughts, sick of the flow

Pickin the shows, the quitters will stop the rippers will go

We hittin them low, Price T and Okt we give and we go

Whoa, my life I feel out rested

My brody Bread shot in the head, show me the justice

And ever since my cousin Pooch got killed

I’ve been spittin fire untill the booth got grilled

Who’s not real?

Audio the next in

Punchin every letter in the game, no textin

Teachin the class the wrong time to end the lesson

Sittin alone on this road, no intersections

Just me and destiny

They waitin for the new livin legend, the next is me

So feel the power of the truth when you’re next to me

I’m on the desktop, the trash is where the rest’ll be

So fear as the beat drops

They prayin that I fell, and I just put my faith in God

Let me say it again, I put my faith in God

Chase the dollar

Fix my collar

Let them know that it’s the rise

And it’s my job to release what I got in

Loser from the Inland Empire, I am not him

Me, I refuse to get in the game and not win

If Okt is missin the three, I be tippin the shot in

The only way that I’m going is right, no lefts

Doing what I please in this game, no refs

We the force that give you reports, no F’s

Me, I’m tryna make this money stretch, bow flex

Oh yes, at show time I’m the town rep

Gimme a flannel, some skinny jeans, and a brown vest

The grand finale is us, we’ll put it on next

Just turn my mic up, I think it’s time for soundcheck

Audio Push Cyndi Lauper

[Intro:]

Hey

I’m on my way over right now

I mean yeah I brought weed but you don’t even smoke…

Oh you got a bottle? Oh we good then!

A pill?

I don’t care what we do as long as it’s fun…

[Verse 1 – Price:]

My realest niggas all in attendance

B-O-Dub Independant (uuhh)

Bank account lookin endless

My chain the amount that you rent is

She scream loud ’till I finish

Call me daddy once I’m up in it

She need a suit like a [?]

Cause she full fledge with the bidness

Yeah she turnt up drinkin goose

Poppin pills like her head stressin

And I’m doin’ me in the cut and

I ain’t gotta stunt cause my bread flexin’

She wanna go to war so I pulled out my bed weapon

We both faded dazed and confused

I’m feelin like Lez Evelyn, I’m posted

Somebody poor up the Don Julio so I can drink that

Now she rollin’ babygirl passed out over where the sink at

Price T don’t be swaggin stop

What would make you lames think that

Stylin so hard that I might mess aroung and bring minks back

All my girls from the 909 put your hands up high (put ’em high)

Put your hands up high (put ’em high, put ’em high)

Girl you know you fly I ain’t never told no lie

All my girls from the 909 put your hands up high (put’ em high)

Put your hands up high (put em high, put ’em high)

Girl you know you fly I ain’t never told no lie

[Hook – Price:]

I put a pill on her tongue, girl just wanna have fun

Girl just wanna have fun, girl just wanna have fun

I put a pill on her tongue, girl just wanna have fun

She drink until she feels numb smokin’ til she feel numb

I put a pill on her tongue, girl just wanna have fun

Girl just wanna have fun, girl just wanna have fun

I put a pill on her tongue, girl just wanna have fun

She drink until she feels numb smokin’ till she feel numb

[Verse 2 – Oktane:]

She been drinkin’ she been smokin’

Now she high and finally peakin

Barely standin starin’ at me say this only on the weekends

But it’s nothing I ain’t judgin’ and besides it’s cuffin’ season

So I like it when you smile baby in love and I’m the reason

Bounce!

She drop baby gon’ drop it ayyy shake a lil mo’

Yeah it’s friday gimme 3 and a half minutes maybe even 4

Yeah she roll up an get high then she unzip and get low

And she tell me she been waitin’ on this and I reply with I know

Alright I showed a scene and she soak it in

I give her that walk thru and I don’t ask cause I care

How many niggas she talk to

I ain’t tryna throw off the mood

But let’s be honest girl you gimme that anyday

And besides all you gon’ do is lie an say

You don’t take them niggas serious anyway

All my single ladies put your hands up high (put’ em high)

Put your hands up high (put’ em high)

I ain’t never told no lie and tonight gon’ be a good time so again

All my single ladies put your hands up high (put’ em high)

Put your hands up high (put’ em high)

Said you never did this right well tonight you gon try because

[Hook]

Audio Push Anything Goes

[Verse 1: Price Tag]

Me and my niggas is all about the cash

Me and my niggas is all about the dough

Walk through the door five pounds of gold

Feeling like my head is where the crown should go

I see a lot of girls that used to front on me

And now they see me I’m on it wanna fuck ’til the bed break down

I see a lot of niggas who was hating back then

And now they see me and they wanna give me hashtags now

But I ain’t, really, with, all that, fool shit, nigga back back

I used to have a 9 to 5 taking out the trash bags

Now everybody talking about me pound pound hashtag

Now I do this proper, play no games

You can keep it on the low and I ain’t saying no names

What we drinking what we drinking take it all to the brain

Going this hard is gonna probably drive me insane

[Hook]

Right now I’m trying to get turnt up

So nigga pass that drink

And I don’t even smoke, but girl pass that weed

Man I’m trying to get faded

So faded, that it’s gonna last a week

Gotta pay the consequence in the morning

So anything goes, yeah that’s on me

Anything goes, yeah that’s on me

Anything goes, yeah that’s on me

Gotta pay the consequence in the morning

So anything goes, yeah that’s on me

Anything goes, yeah that’s on me

Gotta pay the consequence in the morning

So anything goes, yeah that’s on me

[Verse 2: Wale]

Say yeah though,Yeah though

Give me head baby I can make your head blow

Getting high make her wanna bust it real low

Spread em out legs looking like a field goal

Extra point lets have a sex appointment

A lot of girls but they is less important

What’s the problem, let Folarin hold you

We could stop negotiate the proper process

Like yeah though,Yeah though

Straight from Washington look

Most my dogs be moving loud as shit

That’s why I ride with Audio Push

Say yeah though,Yeah though

We’re young but we’re not children

Had braids since like 0’something, but had them hits since 87

Get me

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Oktane]

Do you swear to tell the truth

The whole truth and nothing but the truth

So help you whatever-idol-you-worship

Well that’s perfect

Cause we finna play ten fingers shot glasses out

Anything you wanna know baby ask it now

And the game don’t stop until all of your fingers are in your palms

Or one of us passes out

Convo of this liquor got you wetter than the rain

You need a poncho

And I got a Mexican girl that give the top-shelf brain

Call her my head honcho

And i got a black girl using that white girl

She higher than the Ozone

And my white girl don’t like taking orders

At least while her clothes on

But when she take’em off my nigga that’s on me

Then I make her throw it throw it back on me

Then I gas her up pump pump

And make her scream, tell her “Give me ‘Oktane’ on three!”

Too many women getting lip lip during their trip trip, I drop’em

There’s more blessings than problems

But I still get them, When I wanna solve them I say

[Hook]

Audio Push Reset

[Intro:]

What you doin’ with that all that ass

What you doin’ with that all that cash

Why you standing all on that couch

If you can’t supply me this bounce, try to keep up

[Verse 1 – Oktane:]

If I don’t really know you I’m a reset

I got my lane in the game, got my feet wet

I do the body good, did all three steps

That’s what I did for my city, IE shit

I’m getting back to it, how I do it niggas hatin’ on me

They speaking out of tone at home like they waiting on me

They either bopping or they silent, man they can’t confront me

Don’t even think to tweet it, if you won’t say it to me

Get it back, relevant

These backwoods got me feelin’ hella bent

Real God flow is only heaven sent

Pay up never give, you was on in the past

But you talkin’ cause it’s quiet for your present tense

Nigga stop playing with me, what you saying to me

One call to your broad, have her layin’ with me

And don’t test it, the last nigga flex got X’d

Cause yo shawty know a nigga got next

Got neck, Got gone

The west is the coast, that’s my home

So if you watchin’ anything watch your tone

Cause nigga now we on, a fake frienemy’s a enemy

And 2015 to infinty is him or me

[Hook x2 – Oktane:]

If I don’t really know you I’m a reset

I got my lane in the game, got my feet wet

I do the body good, I did all three steps

Who could do it like me, nobody, Keith Sweat

[Verse 2 – Pricetag:]

I was born in ’90, been ready since ’89

That’s to show you rookies I’m way ahead of my time

Used to think I was cookie when I was clappin’ that nine

Now rappers that overlook me, they all worshippin’ my rhymes

It’s all part of the climb, I’m just prayin’ that it’s genuine

Somebody tell her bring the silverware, dinner plates and the menus in

It’s time to eat, and if you’re reaching for my plate I’ll send you in a body bag

So fuck your views and fuck all your opinions

Don’t make a nigga hit the reset

I’m progressin’ and I don’t ever wanna digress

I’m tryna keep me peace yes, but I demand my respect

24 years young and I ain’t got no regrets

She with you, she stressed

She with me, we flex

She with you, weak sex

She with me, freak fest

But I be working, I don’t take a day off

Playin’ with my pay, I go from A1 to AWOL

[Hook x2]

Audio Push Hide The Cameras

[Price:]

I know some suckers out the city plottin’, creepin’ up on me

Ex-bitches [?] niggas still speakin’ up on me

See this the thanks I get for makin’ waves for all you niggas?

Put two hands together, still I pray for all you niggas

You dig, she shake her shit, I shake the grit

In Bed-Stuy I’m with my dogs getting blitzed

Suited up ’cause I’m ’bout my bizz

Moved up [?]

I’m countin’ blessings, you counterfeit

They don’t know what to do with us

Only papers you can do the dutch

Your raps suck they ain’t true enough

Say she don’t know who to trust

Well shit that make two of us

Shake it up though, move your butt

Fuck a price and I can move you up

The gang signs ain’t foolin’ us

Don’t clutch that unless you gon’ bust

Learned that from the big homies

I ain’t have no big brother

But I been on since du-rags with the split colors

I hope the cops don’t kill me ’cause of my skin color

Always stuck to the code, stuck to the pin number

Okay go ‘head, bet that shit say “Porsche” under my VIN number

Okay yep yep, my little baby got a little past but I still love her

Mhm yeah, said shit in side rooms, yeah it got misconstrued

Try to give a helping hand, they pull you down to lose

Still Good Vibe Tribe don’t get shit confused

Oh that’s with your crew, I disapprove

OG got me glued, stuck

No sour diesel I’m cool

Go Vin Diesel in the Coupe

Oh that’s your main bae? She let me go in her

From the I.E. really makin’ bands off medical center

Still gettin’ head on the highway like a real nigga

Still don’t talk when it’s in person I’ma deal with you

Cut it off all the dead weight

Now we winnin’ got the bread straight

On the court got the ball back

Now you frauds wanna call back

Lose my number when you finally realize what a young nigga worth

Or lose my number when you realize all your fuckin’ plans ain’t work

Then watch me

Go berserk, hide the cameras

Like a pimp, David Banner

I pull the strings, Carlos Santana

Nigga got his heart broken, Atlanta

My dog got a car loaded, them hammers

But I still got my ex waitin’ on a text

Still lots of freaks waitin’ on sex

I ain’t pressed nah, I ain’t pressed nah

Tell me somethin’ new I ain’t heard the best

Teddy Riley got ’em askin’ “What’s next?”

Put your clothes on, baby hit the steps

I ain’t pressed nah, I ain’t pressed nah

Sell me somethin’ new I don’t see no threats

[Oktane:]

I don’t like no pictures, and I don’t like no snitches

Kill the beat, close your eyes, I don’t like no witness

Push-ups for fitness, and kush-ups I’m lifted

And you said it I did it, that’s exactly the difference

Nothing after the squad [?] we doin’ this often

I done changed to a loft and had a crib you get lost in

Only thing I learned ’bout when you young and you bossin’

Is that niggas start gettin’ fake when you start takin’ losses

Whoa, that’s my ex, been waitin’ on that text

Whoa, that’s your ex, waitin’ on the sex

But she ain’t bad enough, and she ain’t got no soul

We say “yeah” to the queens, big “no’s” to the hoes

No manners they bold now, do not get exposed

Sad women and money, that’s X’s and O’s

They respect it at shows, I’m too high for the lows

This for my family and all my bros, no cameras

Audio Push Brown Bag

[Verse 1:]

Look, what’s the difference between me and you?

You talk the good rhyme

It’s the liberty, ahead of yo homies that could shine

Instead of comparing yo self to the next

On the last made checks you should grind

Bitch yo whole legacy up and remember the good times

I’m just saying

Where I’m from, I’ve escalated from nowhere

Coming up off of issues of to be of an instant 21

It’s so rare, make cop cars, they don’t care

Even the red tapers with no chairs

Twisting Lil Wayne when niggas obeying and twisting they game

No fair, don’t go there

Known for speaking on my views,

Can’t stop us moving beside you

You about games, the ways of the game before I was able to tie shoes

This my crew, not wise to

We’ll find tools and ride through

Think you could roll? Yo ankle be broke

From walkin a day up in my shoes

You need to up your fitness

My childhood was a sickness

As a kid coming up never got what was on the wish list

They call and tell me be careful who you gots seeing yo business

‘Cus as soon as it get hot from the ones that’s being witness

But I made it out – that’s the reason why I don’t sound mad

I thank the Lord for all the flaws that my sound has

So much paper, I had to put it in the ground

Stashin now I’m reminiscin

Drinkin liquor out this brown bag

[Hook:]

Homicide, suicide

A second to see if you do or die, gotta ride

Nothing but memories on my mind, if I get fried

Too many reasons for me to cry

I take a sip out the bottle in this brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag

[Verse 2:]

I wanna show love but I don’t think I know how to

Pregnancy and matrimony, I’ve lost all of it’s value

Make up to make up for everything that they lack

‘Cus women got so much package that I think it’s hurtin they back

So you can bring yo dreams, I’m gonna bring my pain

And we gon keep on drinking til we do not feel a thing

And I feel it once again, the pain, so vivid

But there’s way more to life than watching other people live it

So I’ll never be great to hunt ‘cus I came from it

It hurts so bad and it feels so good

That’s the pain, numb it

The fastest way to get your attention is to not want it

And now that I don’t you be gon shot

Now that hurts, don’t it?

So it goes one shot, two shots, three shots then four

The phone calls and blown texts, they’ll even do you more

Then success to rough sex, I’m talkin about all for ya’ll

My heart hurts cause it’s so involved

Blaw, that’s another

[Hook:]

Homicide, suicide

A second to see if you do or die, gotta ride

Nothing but memories on my mind, if I get fried

Too many reasons for me to cry

I take a sip out the bottle in this brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag, brown bag

Brown bag

Audio Push Planet Earth Is Live

[Price:]

What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?

Eastside, Westsider

What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?

Northside, Southsider

What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?

Everybody, let’s ride

What’s up, what’s up, what’s up?

I feel like JE, where the party at?

Got OG in my party pack

They check the watch, it’s time to settle in

Hop out the drop, dripping melanin

I went to church and got baptized

Hit the block, it got strap-tized

Traumatized when my rep die

Another victim on the Leftside

Woah, can’t fuck with niggas with a narrow vision

I’m in the Chi eating Harold’s Chicken

Lil’ mama pull up tryna burn something

It ain’t a loss if you learn from it

Yeah, yeah, they done seen everything from A-Z

Keep your religion in this slavery

I got the game from Dick Gregory

So don’t you speak unless you paying me

Ayy, fuck your friends, baby, you shake

Ayy, I take you home and see how you taste

Uh, yeah, I go Boise with the blue face

Word to Tae, I go Boise with the blue face

Okay, okay, hey

Flood the town, diamonds in the crown, woah

Bust it down, yeah, make it bust it down, woah

Eastside, Westside go crazy

Southside, Northside go crazy

Flood the town, diamonds in the crown, woah

Bust it down, make her bust it down, woah

Eastside, Westside go crazy

Southside, Northside go crazy

[Oktane:]

Okay, mayor status, hella playerlistic when I slide

Your favorite rapper ain’t got flavor like this when I ride

Worldwide, everywhere I fly, they be screaming “Tribe”

Get it tatted, smoke while you at it, planet earth is live

Free like the style that my niggas always kick

I charge for the high ’cause them niggas talk shit

But when you moving how I’m moving and you doing what I’m doing

And you grooving how I’m grooving, oh, your movement is exclusive

I pull up, pull up, juiced up

Yeah, we doing things you ain’t used to

And if you ever switch crews and you thought that we would lose

And you see us, what we do, you say “What’s up, what’s up, what’s up”

Ha, mama taught me well, said “Don’t trust no fucking buster”

If she bust it open quick, chances are she ain’t no lover

Somebody tell these niggas that they fresh fitted ain’t custom

It’s weed where I land, I ain’t stressing out through customs

You know I never stress, I’m Mamba with the left

Obama at his best, I’m lava in the flesh

Mean I’m hotter than the press, you look for someone realer

You ain’t found a nigga yet, what side? Nigga, West

That’s why most women love me and they niggas hate me

So fresh, couldn’t look better in HD

These new rap niggas way too lazy, they can’t be

Mentioned in the same sentence ’cause we really crazy

Now look, bounce when I ride through

They banging us in the drive through

They playing us in they high school

Ha, now you niggas playing by my rules

Wait, look up

[Price:]

Flood the town, diamonds in my crown, woah

Bust it down, yeah, I can bust it down, woah

Eastside, Westside go crazy

Southside, Northside go crazy

Flood the town, diamonds in my crown, woah

Bust it down, make her bust it down, woah

Eastside, Westside go crazy

Southside, Northside go crazy