Audio Push Bonfire

[Verse 1 – Oktane:]

Ok you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the hide out and think ’bout what we’ll get high ’bout

I got my girl I blow her back out until the lights out

I marry that, gimmie that (inhales smoke)

I like my weed like my music, loud

Ladies always scream when they choosing, ow

So if we gonna do this than let’s do this right now

Cause the way the world moving we could all be going down

Just know that we’re behind the steering wheel just moving right

Peace and love smoke to that, who’s gotta light?

Puff it now pass it down laps around the room

They want me to rap about shooting like dying is cool

No colors one race that we’re losing

We’ll win tomorrow, move that table and bring those brews in

Tell your followers you bring 5 girls get 2 dudes in

Gotta keep the ratio, don’t play this on the radio

These models check in for me now

It’s sweats and flip flops, oh this one for the pretty girls

That fuck with hip hop or real rap music or whatever you wanna call it

You never get the bigger picture from inside the wallets

So stop chasing the bread, start chasing your dreams

Internet is the feds, molly got us like fiends

Only drugs that hurt us seem to be the only ones doctors prescribe

And everything that kills us makes us all feel alive

[Hook – Oktane:]

So you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

Cause you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the bonfire

[Verse 2 – Price:]

I’m at the bonfire combing out my naps with a black pic

With a black fist vibing to some boom-bap shit

Pocket full of cash and carmax for these chapped lips

Telling stories about a black kid who loved to backflip

And rap with us cause we making booths out the mattress

Granny mad cause we recorded over all her classics

Stop the story reach into my jacket to grab some pre-rolls

Cause there’s some cool people around me that I can match with

See some white skins, dark skins, mexicans

All unified by the vibes I came to represent

Fuck where you reside or your residence

You hesitant, rappers couldn’t walk a mile in these shoes I’m steppin’ in

Taking all challengers

Coming harder than Murphy Lee’s Welcome to Atlanta verse

Ashes all on my flannel shirt

There’s only one creator and love is the religion

To your heart you must listen life is too short for divisions

[Hook – Price:]

So you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call your girls, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

One more time

I say you bring the weed, you bring the food

You call your girls, you bring the booze

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the bonfire

[Verse 3 – G-Eazy:]

Thump thump, okay, let him rap

Time to come together and connect the gap

Known as the bitch snatching bandit that always dressed in black

I think The Pack hit me like a brick I just woke up from an epic nap

Missed text about a party yea I’ll probably go

Hit the lobby flow before I go, cup of coffee though

On good days the honda feel like a bugatti though

But the volumes low, hold on let me push this audio

Splendid, so now I’m headed to this shin-dig

Figure I’m a listen to this new shit that my friends did

Still the same homies ever since we all ascended

Siri interrupts the silence to say the trip has ended

Park and hop out as I wonder what could transpire

In the event of someone talking shit I’ll pull my pants higher

But it’s good vibes only homies ’round the campfire

Then my tribe marauders at midnight just like some vampires

You bring the weed, you bring the food

You call the girls up don’t bring no dudes

We’ll meet up at my spot and ride out and cruise

To the bonfire

[Interlude:]

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

Get your vibe on, go on and on

Get your rhyme on, go on and on

[Cypher – Hit-Boy:]

My pack louder than a cop siren

That’s why these police ass niggas wanna silence my squad

We came to save the game from drowning like a licenced life guard

Defying all odds took trips off of water and had hawaiian broads

Suckers pray that I stop and get off the ladder

Cause they know I got the tropicana

The juice no less than a jug full

I step in one leg at a time like a fucking jump suit

You sit back and watch the show from home like Hulu

I stay on my toes like a ballet, no tutu

Haters tryna dim Gang Starr rip Guru

But I’ve been doing this shit since FUBU

Girls sit in traffic during rush hour just to bring me mushu

I’m like a chemist in the stu just to make sure the feel ain’t dead

Big homie said you can’t loaf around all day and still make bread

Shit is changing

I had to reprogram my mind and make new living arrangements

Getting rid of self imposed immitations

Still practicing patience working on my cadence

Flow high Oktane like a service station

That boy nice feigning for that feeling of significance

But you can’t enjoy the benefit if you can’t accept the Price

I continue to push this audio

Is he better with the producing or lyrics?

They bumping heads with they questions like Super Mario

I’m repping throwing big dubs as I coast through Cali

Repping like Chilly Chill squabbling at the bowling alley

Repping like Kent M$ney passing me gucci [?]

After I seen her at the Vibe in Riverside

I’m reppin the ill and I kept it alive

I’m reppin the ill and I keep it alive

I’m reppin the ill and I kept it alive

Audio Push Club 380

We don’t know y’all niggas so it’s fuck y’all

And you bitches be too messy, we don’t trust y’all

When this shit drops, tell them broke boys move back

I never hated on a nigga, how it feel to do that?

Now follow me as we go to this place called the toe

Where the skinny niggas ride and the real niggas roll

It was me, G30, Pete, too, rancho

Said they tryna throw a function and they know it’s finna go

I say cool, they say yep, tell the hoes is going up

We need condoms, cups, music and sluts

Get some Henney, honey jacking limit for the shots

I guess I’m clear ’cause you know bitches love that Ciroc

Now make that ass clap and lift your thighs up

I’m making money while your nigga making lies up

32 on my waist, that’s my jeans size, keep a 32 on my waist for the mean times

Shaking for the wood while she dancing, I took her to the room so we could do the nasty

She whiling, I’m up in my Gucci, she probably going crazy

Come get a bar at 380, bitch

She wanna give it all to me

‘Cause she faded off the grass and the goose

So she calling on her roommate

‘Cause he don’t dick her down like I do

And I’m a bang for this here

So she know I’m going hard

And if you ain’t acting like the man in charge

Then hop up in your car, got the telly in front

Tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Yeah, tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

Yeah, I tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

I’m drunk as fuck, I’m lifted

Hit-boy, make the beat, Haze mixed it

Price just got the zags and he twisting

HS87 is my clique, I never switch, bitch

You know this shit thump int he club at all times

With the pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

So our times broke the truth and said that whether blue or red

The IE treat me like the new Snoop with dreads

So follow me, follow me, follow me ’cause I just can’t quit

And the west been waiting on some gangsta shit

Price came, got me, so I go get papi

Turtle, N.No, Esso, B-Nice, now let’s see you stop me

Nigga, we out here, really out here

I don’t care what you ’bout here, if you wow here

Understand, I don’t know how to act, I ain’t no motherfucking actor

I’m from 909 and it’s the same way backwards, nigga

She wanna give it all to me

‘Cause she faded off the grass and the goose

So she calling on her roommate

‘Cause he don’t dick her down like I do

And I’m a bang for this here

So she know I’m going hard

And if you ain’t acting like the man in charge

Then hop up in your car, got the telly in front

Tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Yeah, tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

Yeah, I tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

I tell that bitch to get a bar

Hoe, come and get a bar

Y’all niggas act like you’re too cool to dance

Y’all niggas need to ease up on that round before y’all split your pants

And leave that to my niggas, young, fly niggas

Getting down, do what that niggas don’t try, niggas

Audio Push Bad Woa’

One time (One time)

One time (One time)

B-O-Dub

I really want her, but my man stuck on her

Baby bad put them hand cuffs on her.

These niggas lying, but I’m giving her the truth

Both hands on her booty like I’m giving her a boost.

She got her cakes back, with her face front

And she gon clown on you if you gotta lace front.

And If it’s hater in here tryna act all hardy,

They gon get stomped out and drug out this party.

Cause I’m here with my team, getting this green

Her booty on my lap, man I’m living the dream.

We kick it fo sho, we making it snow

And if Cash DJ she gon shake it some mo.

I said I must be in heaven, seven eleven

She shake it so hard I can see through her leggings.

We up in this thang, and Bow is the gang

And if they ask who she is, I ain’t sayin no names

I’m a just tell em

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa [x3]

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

Alright, nine outta ten if she bad then beat it,

And you probably mean muggin looking sad and you heated.

Yo girl a necessity, I’m a get it when I need it

And I treat her like fruit, if it’s clean, I’m a eat it.

I hit it once and knock that tummy out the park,

She wanna kick it when I lick it, that’s tongue martial arts.

Legs up in the air, like an upside down stick up

If I call, two rings, bet a hundred that she pick up.

She go to school, I’m trynna take her tonight

But she said she can’t cause she gotta paper to write.

I’m a get her, I’m a take her, I’m a strech her, I’m a reach her

And she ain’t gon care about her professor or her teacher.

All these women here, and you hatin everyday

Rally with some haters, nigga you gay!

Yo team run they mouth, my team run the game

And I would say you fine, but girl I forgot your name

So I say

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa [x3]

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

You like it because it’s dressed and got a weave on it,

She make me love it, make me wanna put a ring on it.

Because I love the way she walk in, I love the way she walk it out,

Five chicks texting me and she the one I’m talking about.

She don’t ever get in my business, don’t ever bug me,

Clique full of chicks and ain’t none of them ugly.

She listen to Bow music and know all of the words,

Said she brought the hair on her head she said it’s her’s.

And if it’s her’s then it’s mine, cause what’s her’s I own,

The Bad Woas got ta tootin once they heard this song.

Yo baby flexed up, looking clean on her bum,

She a freak, you could see the ring on her tongue.

She on the tip, lil mama never trip,

Purse hangin off her wrist and her polish never chipped.

She Party hard and ain’t ever gotta sleep in,

School during the week, but clubbing on the weekend.

She know that

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

She a Bad Woa. A lil Bad Woa [x3]

She hear her song, hit the floor

And take it mad low.

Audio Push P.U.S.H It

[Price:]

Smashing down the 10 East, finna slide to the IE

Had my 8-ball on the seat

See now, this was way before I found my peace

Niggas talkin’ beef, coming for the king

I ain’t know their faces but they all know me

It’s was ’round the time niggas killed T.C

That was my 2-star fuckin’ with the 3s

Niggas loadin’ shells (Lot of niggas loadin’ shells)

Bitches holdin’ Ls (Lot of bitches holdin’ Ls)

See we ain’t turn down shit but the music when we gettin’ pulled up about twelve

Westside, westside, westside

Arab money, never been to Pakistan

I been fuckin’ with OT since Jackie Chan

Sleepin on the jet, we used to have a pack a van

My diamonds doin’ moves, I don’t even have to dance

I’ll tell them hoes “lookie, twenty thou to book it”

A lot of homies crooked, might be hiding in your bushes

Chain on in my city ain’t nobody take it

Get a check and I’m a whoop it

If I ever got a issue I’m a Audio

[O.T. Genasis:]

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

[Oktane:]

I wake up, brush my teeth, ‘fore I piss I lift the seat

They just talkin’ ain’t no walkin, me and my niggas run these streets

Yeah I’m a pro with the money, go with the money

Don’t move slow with the money, no low dummy

She bounce with that ass, so fucking dummy

Yeah on the pole with the money, throw up the money

Savage like a nigga nicknamed 21

Had to hit her with the dick game number one

Sweats on see my stick man from the front

She see it every time and I give her what she wants

Slow, then I go in her soul like a pro

I make her want it, give her more

She came ten times in a row

Ain’t no exaggeration, sex game up

Got knocked down and we came up

Now they see us on the way up

Couldn’t stay down, they stress’ staying up

Whole squad soar now, worn out

And us, we just goin’ out

On your team for the win, forth down

Hail Mary scored, wow

You’s a rookie, ah sookie sookie

This the situation, I don’t need snookie

Can’t delete your history, cache, or cookies

Can’t overlook me

Got the button on me trippin’, I’m a

[O.T. Genasis:]

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money go get the money

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Go get the money, go get the money

Audio Push Big Bets

[Price:]

I’m all about big bets

I only make big bets

I only place big bets

Come with a big bet

Storm into the building and tell’em

I ain’t saying shit unless you’re cutting me a big check

‘Cause I’m all about big bets

You gotta make a big bet

I’m livin’ a life that you ain’t lived yet

Big bets

Dropped the top gotta show’em that I been blessed

Alkaline wrist wet

I only place big bets

Them boys try to show-boat

They turn to a shipwreck

She said come solo

That’s a big stretch

I’m mobbin’ like Dipset

I only take big bets

I like ass over big breast

We can still have rich sex

‘Cause I’m all about big bets

Gotta come with a big bet

My daddy from a crip set

And he all about big bets

Still with the jaw taps

Still with the chin checks

[?] let’s get the money invest

Heard your album two outta ten I wasn’t impressed

You ain’t making big bets

[Oktane:]

Hold up stop the noise

Don’t play, not a toy

I’ve been lookin’ for you

Sometimes feel like the beach

Sometimes feels like I’m drowning

I lost my mind and sanity to you

And today I just found’em – both

I’m here for a good time not a long time

So I arrive on time

I won’t be here for long

Baby looks like you forgot how valuable you are

Live large, big house

One car, credit cards

Maxxed, I relax

Weed and wax in the bong

Celebrating gettin’ on

Why it feels so right if we’re living wrong?

Damn, it’s all so deceiving

Fuck it how you doing this evening?

I’m just trynna find life’s meaning

You think I’m high, tweaking

I’m just chiefin’ believe it

Be clear, huh

They never thought that we would be here

Now I got here realized I don’t need fear

Play the game of L-I-F-E here

Best two out of three, yea

And I won that though

You rappers, I’m Pops, I will son that hoe

You thinking you hot, but we done that though

One shot one kill no runbacks hoe

And I’m out here

[Price:]

This for the young boy live in the city

Big bet big bet shine if you with me

This for the young girl live in the city

Big bet big bet shine if you with me

This for the young boy live in the city

Big bet big bet shine if you with me

This for the young girl live in the city

Yea

I speak the type of truth you’ll never hear again

There ain’t a man alive can say I’m fearing him

Black Porsche watch how I’m stirring him (Skrrr)

Big bet damn billzillion

About an eye in build a pyramid

[?] wearin’ Prada

You rappers toddlers I’m your damn father

Reppin’ Africa like I’m Bambaataa

I ain’t touching kids though, not at all

I’mma fuck his kids so I gotta ball

I see you trynna tiptoe you’re not involved

Turn her to a Nympho (that’s right)

Givin’ you my all never half price

Only skate street no halfpipes

Spark OG with my last lights

Liberate your souls we the last lights

Take the risk or lose a chance

She wanna loosen up my pants

I wanna smoke make plans

She wanna go and get a tan

And I ain’t into girls with fake tans

And I ain’t into squads with fake friends

Show the move [?]

[?] can’t win

I am on top of this

After this do not tell me whose side is this

I don’t wanna know your hypothesis

Lot of rappers talking but I got this shit

I am not with the buzz

Had to come drop they forgot what it was

Now they talking dumb, they calling it love

Now they stand around and call it a club

You can’t lay in it and call it a tub

You think it’s a game we call it the dub

You think he the same we call that a sub

You can’t say my name we call that a sub

You do that for pub – ooh stop

Pick check yea

Panties, water get wet yea

You talk down we ain’t miss that yea

Tryna pay up that’s a big bet yea

Ha

Nigga

Last lights left, yeah

Take your last life breath, yeah

The last lights

Audio Push Theme Song

HS87 records taking over for the ’13 and the ’14 nigga

[Hook:]

Ten chains, gold rings and a mink on

This shit feeling like my theme song (theme song)

Yeah, it’s feeling like my theme song (theme song)

I swear it’s feeling

[Verse 1 – Oktane:]

Yeah I be high as a motherfucker drinking like a bitch

Wanna showboat? I be that one to sink a nigga ship

Hoes screaming fuck me like it’s NSync up in this bitch

Feeling like Frank Lucas with that mink on in this bitch

[Verse 2 – Price Tag:]

And now I’m walking around city like a king off in this bitch

Coming to America like Akeem off in this bitch

I’m repping for my area, SIE off in this

And yeah, I rep the whole [?] like I sing off in this bitch

[Verse 3 – T.I.:]

Now tell the rest T-A-T-E

I go O-Dog on a beat

I’m a menace in this streets

You niggas biches like Sharif

You can’t stand it take a seat

This one for the streets

If you ain’t talking money leave a message at the beep

[Verse 4 – Price tag:]

And if it’s money, yeah what’s happening,

Talk to me, what it do?

This one for my real niggas, and bad bitches too

And you dumb niggas hating, it’s all good, it’s cool

You don’t like me but at least you know my name, now who is you?

[Verse 5 – Oktane:]

Now who it be? It be the boy that brought that younger [?]

Real recognise the real, and you I do not recognise

They say their team is the realest, we all know that that’s a lie

All my niggas out here killing I hope no one testify

And ain’t no snitching bitch, we getting it cause we on 9 to 5

HS87 B.O.W. and leave the rest to die

Broke niggas always talk too much and give the worst advice

Now you found out that we nice

Bitch I’m Oktane, and that’s Price, I’ll let him finish

[Hook – Price Tag:]

Ten chains, gold rings and a mink on

This shit feeling like my theme song

Yeah, it’s feeling like my theme song

I swear it’s feeling like my theme song

Couple bad biches trying to get their drink on

Yeah, this feeling my theme song

I swear it’s feeling like my theme song

So I need all the bad bitches to go

[Verse 6 – T.I.:]

A hundred thousand diamonds, gold on my neck, I’m a kill these hoes

Bad bitch in the front, bad bitch in the back, hopping out my [?]

Rose gold Frank Bueller, dick french in my new fur

That bad bitch got a bad bitch, [?] No thank you sir

We on, you want to be then dream on

Don’t you know how much a gangsta nigga need a theme song

Dime piece, I got a solid dick for you to lean on

King shit, fuck what other sucker niggas be on

Trap outfit in a blackout deck

I like your girl I hop out and make her come up out that

All the drama we be repping but we been about that

Shooting niggas in the front, fucking bitches out back

That’s a fact

[Hook]

[Outro:]

Go ahead and serve that, drop th- drop that

Twist th- twist that, shake th- shake that,

Go ahead and serve that, shake th- shake that,

Drop th- drop that, twist th- twist that

Audio Push Heavy

[Intro:]

Oh man man man man

We about to go on tour

That should be pretty cool

[?]

My nigga

[Verse 1 – Price:]

I’m with Maco and Ducko

Tell Ducko when we hit the A I need hoes by the bus load

But only the freaks they’re like women

Their thumbs in their butt-hole

I told you I’m cut-throat

(Don’t judge though)

My East Coast girls love to inhale dutch smoke

Respect, the real niggas give me the upmost

This shit gon’ catch the internet as soon as it upload

I trust no

Women or men

Who make demands but don’t come with a plan

Off brands must run in your fam

Cause you think you a man with that gun in your hand

Stupid

(I’m a man without it)

Friday boy, you on your Craig shit

It’s Friday nigga and I’m on craigslist

Cause I’m bored as shit and I wanna buy something

Having flashbacks, with my cousins

In the mall broke, I couldn’t buy nothing

Now we got it popping got it live jumping

But I been waiting like my ride coming

And my ride bumping at the traffic light

Webbie on, banging Savage Life

If my money there in that package right

It’s about to be a gladis night

I pull up on her, walk in the room

She asking, for rough sex

You pull up on her, y’all in the room

She asking, is it up yet?

We ain’t the same nigga, ’nuff said

Oh let me guess, you got up next

Well I don’t care, I’m in the in the present moment

And this a wrap like when those presents open

Time to kill the game, any last words?

You hit the hood

You won’t get a pass

You’ll be lucky even to get the password

To the wifi, my niggas crash nerds

Two rules, Rule number one

Before you pass herb, nigga ash first

And number two before you steal my flow

I’d appreciate it if you asked first

[Hook – Oktane:]

All my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

Benjis on benjis is heavy

Man, Benjis on benjis is heavy [x2]

[Bridge – Price:]

I’d never sell my soul for the dough

Let them know [x2]

[Verse 2 – Oktane:]

Dumb clean, yeah I’m dumb clean

Used to walk, now I run things

I seen every whip they tryna make us quit

But I never switched, I got one team

And we ball out, it’s time to board now

I’m just living plans that I draw out

And my girl be tripping like it can’t be different

I could get a mistress with a call now

But I’m chilling out, I put my phone down

Gotta get it cause they bluffing out here

Turning nothing into something out here

Cause our trap is booming beaming bunking out here

Lot of bitches, sorry

Lot of women

But just find your one cause it ain’t nothing out here

They claim they modelling on seven bottles

But in actuality they fucking out here

(Drop that shit)

All of my soldiers is ready

You know all my soldiers is ready

So cross my line if you want to

Just make sure you know where you heading

I keep real ones in my section

It’s only real ones in the section

(Only the real)

So if you ain’t here don’t get upset

But you probably ain’t get accepted

Kevin Gates, I don’t get tired

I get high, then I get inspired

I take my mind, then I get inside it

I get beats, audio piling

And I make my beats neat, auto-pilot

You see what I did there?

I’m on my shit

Get on your side, cause I’m with my clique

And fuck a hater nigga, they sing my shit

Watch

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 – OG Maco:]

I’m living like diamonds, perfect

Went from mobbing to merching

From all that work I went from silent to quoted

Quotients coming bitch we good, over here

[?] what you looking at dear?

Causing explosions, orgasm in ear

I came to rumble leave a few contusions

And these rappers average with some grand delusions

In the game like a home intrusion

I want everything in the restitution

Fuck the mule, I’m a act a ass

This is execution, slightly retribution

Cause it’s peons in here tryna play the music

But still play the music

Getting blazed in Munich

Bitch you major rubick

I been making movies

I’m like Stanley Kubrick

Taking baths with 20s

Bitch so therapeutic

See the planet

Tryna copy movements

We ‘gon convolute it

Leave their chances putrid

I could kill acoustic

Nigga fuck the woofers

Base decisions on the fact we winning

We the hottest truly and they hardly human

They like OG mac can rap I hardly knew it

Cause you slightly stupid

Or opinionated

Fuck assimilations and these imitations

They can’t replicate it

This is innovation

[?] ‘fore I take it

Commas get eradicated

Fuck some simple drama

Trap dilapidated

But them junkies coming

Now I’m selling records and they celebrating

Seem so simple but it’s complicated

Cause my name is hungry and the streets is warming

So by summer said I need a syndicated

All these wins and losses got us motivated

Fuck your frustration and irritation

Cause we planted seeds and

Did the irrigation

Now it’s illustrated like Adobe made it

Infatuated with these extra racks

Never fuck with lames

Just a culmination of the conversation that a pimp has

Now you antiquated, been trash

Just a mitigated never sell my soul for the Ben Franklins

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]

Audio Push Mary Jane / SixtyOneImpala

[Mary Jane]

[Hook 1:]

I’m in love, with this girl

And her name is, Mary Jane, yea

She my main thing, I’m her man

Life would not be the same, if she wasn’t around

She be holding me down, when I’m down

And liftin’ me up till, we in the clouds

When we make love, she’s so loud

Now all my neighbors know it’s going down

[Verse 1 – Price and Oktane:]

See I remember when we first met

I was young, tryna stunt with my big cousins in the backyard and my momma in the front

Cold as fuck, I had my hoodie on

You was wrapped in a blunt

Never thought puttin’ my lips on you would get me grounded for months (damn)

We just start talkin’ recently

Never thought that we would be

No niggas or no kids

You said ain’t no sticks or seeds in me

That’s perfect, so I did it, licked it up and then hit it

And ever since I hit that I can’t quit that

Girl you dizzy

I go crazy soon as I smell you

Get butterflies when I’m stuck in life

And I’m going through hell, I inhale you

Can’t find enough words to tell you that you got me weak

We used to hot box Jeeps, now we smokin’ out top notch suites

And we, feeling grand, feeling great, feeling good, let them hate

My eyes down, windows up, that’s the way we light the blunts

I can’t even front, I spend way too much on you every month

I’m smokin’, not drinkin, you know what I’m thinkin’

I’m chillin’, just chilling’ they think that I’m sleepin’

We used to be creepin’ now it ain’t no secrets

You mine and that’s how we gon’ keep it, I’m in love

[Hook 1]

[Verse 2 – Mike L:]

Uh uh, it ain’t no shame in my game, I just be doing my thang

Making my moves everyday, O.G. said stay in ya’ lane

When you learn to drive in L.A, the traffic here ain’t the same

And the police playin’ no game, neither them niggas who bang

It ain’t just here, I’m just saying, this is where I was raised

Land of the free and the brave and we all supposed to get paid

And then they’re making their name, real niggas ghetto, they slay

Yeah that’s just part of the game

I know some niggas quite well, for saying slight livin’ hell

Never got no good to tell, like it made letters and L’s

Down for possession to sell, though his intention mean well

They gave my nigga like 12, my nigga hitting them licks

They tryna give him the L

Sometimes I roll up the L, smoke it all by myself

Think of how I got this far without having no help

Glad I always had this girl by my side to support

Always got me through tough times, and for that I’m in love

[Hook 1 x3]

[Break x5:]

Dedicating this to Mary Jane

Yeah that Mary Jane, I love that girl

Yeah that’s on everything

[SixtyOneImpala]

[Verse 3 – Price:]

I need the James Brown light right quick

Roger Troutman to write my shit

A hip way to ignite my spliff

And some college girls to come supply my fix

Cause I heard through the Grapevine

It take time in the mirror to stay fine, study in day time

Night time is play time, said she love to play Shine at breaktime

Well, that means you know me let’s have a great time

I’m a send the addie, now throw that in your Navi (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now pull up with you and your baddies

I got Bourbon and rolled a few fatties

And you gotta fatty behind you

I’m sure I ain’t have to remind you but baby I had to come find you

Before you walked in and start hurtin niggas

You curvy and you know for curving niggas

But ain’t swerving me

Let’s hit the room and talk the birds and bees

Lay up after burning purple tree

We ain’t perfect but match up so perfectly, girl this shit works for me

But you got work at 3 so gone and get to your check

I love to watch you leave with all do respect

You got booty, brains, and beauty baby you blessed

And that’s why you fuck with the best

[Hook 2 x2:]

And I don’t want nobody else, I just want you to myself

I don’t want nobody else, I just want you to myself

I don’t want nobody else, I just want you to myself

Said don’t want nobody else

Girl I don’t want nobody else nooo

[Verse 4 – Oktane:]

Best, the best, the best

Sir with honours, back, chest, work

Your homegirls be dancing they super nasty

But they classy one of them got class after this

They know they won’t be another niggas flyer as me

Look around the room lil mama

You won’t find a man in here higher as me

This a view you gotta see

I did been everywhere before february ended

Never seen any trouble to get into

And you look like you won’t fuck up my windows

By puttin’ yo chin low and hitin’ this indo

What you say? Tell me somethin’ girl what’s poppin’?

Know you heard a lot like Oktane is cocky

And that ain’t even true, just no one can stop me

To be honest baby Smokey got options

So let’s not make this thing difficult

It’s Friday Craig and you ain’t got shit to do

So let’s find something we can get into

And schedule a working lady for this interview

Cause mama say mama love when papa’s on

And I’m cool with some folks and popa Jones

Who doesn’t want sex and pizza

A couple times a week ’til we tired and we fall asleep

Girl you got it

[Hook 2 x2]

Audio Push IE Mentality

[Oktane:]

Yeah

Sit back, think about it, sit back

Sit back, think about it, sit back

Sit back, think about it, sit back

Sit back, think about it sit back, think about it

Seen crack, been around it, dope boy, dope boy

Ain’t nobody, thinking about you

Mm, ain’t nobody, thinking about you

Go get fresher than you

Take the money, make the money

Go girl, make the money

Go girl, make the money

Don’t let a, dollar sign, make the woman

Don’t let a dollar sign make the woman

‘Cause people walk right out your life

Without thinking twice

Just ’cause it ain’t nice

It’s not nice

It’s not nice

Sounds nice

Women saying they ready, when they knowing they not

This life come with a lot, hope you can hold your spot

I got homies that I sit down with and hold my thoughts

I got homies if it go down they let me hold a Glock

You don’t know me play boy, sit down, stop fronting for bitches

I say bitches because women ain’t even in this business

My flow smooth as butter when I utter these words

I don’t pay attention to nouns just show me some verbs

I don’t pay attention to sounds babe just show me some action

That’s the way love goes, Janet Jackson

Now if it’s worth it let me work it, got you spinning backwards

Since Missy knew it was meant for minding your retraction

But you stupid

You stopped listening to Cupid

Started listening to friends that ain’t your friends

And they got you out here looking foolish

And you don’t even know I know

So as you secretly check on me and my cards stay up

Thinking that I’m a learn some lesson or I’m a play up

This the last night that you the reason I’m a stay up

‘Cause now you just another woman the city ate up

I.E. mentality

I.E. mentality

[Price:]

Yeah, and we all here

My Turn 3

Just as long, just as long as you got yo’

Your spirit pure, your vibes right

It’s gon’ translate

Late night on the road, thinking ’bout who I lost

Thinking ’bout all my dogs, came too far to fall

Look in the mirror I, finally found my pride

Tears flooding my eyes, looking up at the sky

You was my ride-or-die, why he have to take your life

Thinking ’bout you I cry, thinking ’bout you I cry

Thinking ’bout suicide, no I can’t take that ride

No I can’t take that ride, nah

A nigga really put his hood on, a nigga really put his hood on

A nigga really got his jug on, a nigga really been in Plato’s

DPs, nigga really bust guns

But that shit ain’t to be glorified

In the end niggas snitch or you die

If you don’t understand, then I ain’t for you guys

Later you gon’ see who for the ride

Damn a nigga really miss City

Can’t believe I hit my mid-twenties

Everywhere I go I got my kid with me

‘Cause I wanna see him live a long life, shit I wanna live a long life

Told my homies let’s all put a slice together, we make a whole pie

Niggas worried ’bout they own pie

But granny told me to never trust a person that start believing they own lies

Let it sit

2017, Audio Push ahead of it

Good Vibe Tribe tatted on him I ain’t gon’ ever quit, let’s get it

Audio Push Shook1nes

[Intro – Price:]

That Mobb Deep shit

We gon’ do it like this

Look

This for my young gorillas and my hundred dollar bills

You now rock-rockin’ with the love dealers

Look

My Turn!

[Verse 1 – Price:]

Used to get full off top ramen, now I’m at the top rhyming

Don’t say we underrated my nigga it’s God’s timing

The players can’t get phased by the haters, that’s sidelining

I’m more concerned with babes on the bleachers that’s side eyein’

I seen a lot of rappers be the man for the summer

See ’em a year later look like they dying from hunger

The best feeling is shitting on niggas that tried to son ya’

First they wouldn’t pick up your number now they want a favor from ya’

Look at Karma kickin’ ass, as usual

Rappers all chasin’ each others tails, as usual

First it was the Migos now they all using the Future flow

Man where the fuck did the innovators of music go

Then I looked in the mirror like stop being delusional

You should know your raps is the truest that’s indisputable

B-O-Dub baby some movements just ain’t movable

Like get your ass that work better stay away from this cubicle

Fourth quarter focus, side to side with my teammates

Young black face was told to go get that green face

So I hit the store an puttin’ down for my team sake

Gotta get my pitch perfect so I can make that Ester Dean cake

Ya better pay up what that feed do

Good Vibe Tribe I promise we just a preview

Yellin’ RIP T2 everytime I see you

Screamin’ RIP T2 nigga what that beef do

Voices in my head got me backslidin’

One minute I want peace

Next minute I’m in a backseat with a mask ridin’

My ex callin’ my phone she sound mad cryin’

I look down on my watch and told her it’s bad-timing

I got you stuck off the real, it be the infamous

The Bishop kid watch yo mouth cause you know how my temper get

To get it like I got it, it’s intricate you ain’t meant for it

More commas than run-on sentences

I’m the sickest bitch!

[Hook:]

My squad comes equip for warfare beware [x8]

[Verse 2 – Oktane:]

Look Westcoast niggas step aside while I rip it down

I got everybody we takin’ decisions now

Shut the fuck up I’m ’bout to tell you how you did it

Niggas been fresh when really want to admit it

Like back in 09′ skinny pants you wanna fight me

Now I look around and all you niggas dress like me

So now I’m watchin’ close makin’ songs that don’t excite me

And vegetarian niggas that front like they like beef

White cops bustin blacks heads to the white meat

Now the want us low key, fuck that this high key

No I’m not that nigga you foo-foo should come mess with

No I haven’t seen a damn thing that I’m impress with

And no I’m not concerned cause I know we got that next shit

And no I don’t wanna be no double XL Freshman

Only me, this beat and everything I’m blessed with

Nobody else on my pen and pad when I wreck shit

Half of the time there ain’t no pen and pad when I step in

Left clique and hit that spaceball watch these neck split

Chocolate nigga makin all these birds hit that Nesquik

Terrance tell them niggas no words, make them checks hit

My name Oktane, so ether was expected

And ain’t no young niggas well with words, bitch respect this

How could you not nigga? Man stop

You ain’t been this nervous since Hit ‘Em up and that’s Pac nigga

I only keep the real around me, straight drop nigga

So get down or lay down if you’re not with us

This is real and now we ain’t play fair

This what happens when the game play scare

Let’s take it there yeah

[Hook]