1. |
God Willing
04:46
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Chorus
On everything I love, every day and night
Tomorrow and today ain’t gon’ be alike
I swear to God, yo I swear it be alright
Today and tomorrow they won’t look alike
They hold you down, I took a flight
Today and tomorrow they won’t look alike
Today and tomorrow ain’t gon’ look alike
Today and tomorrow ain’t gon’ look alike
Verse 1
Message, one’s present here today
Guess who here to stay
When every day
You keeping score but not here to play
Back to the draw, back to the wall
From a long stall
Welcome you all after a long pause, after
Totally accepted we ain’t ever going back to what’s known to be
The newest version of me is the older me
Vision seems clearer than ever
Took some years to reflect
Reflect like a million mirrors together
It’s the ugly
It’s the beautiful
It’s the exquisite
It’s n*ggas loitering at liquor stores
All represented
The writings on the wall
Watching n*ggas level up right before the fall
Days numbered you got numbers, ain’t no one to call
Many go without
Have ‘em going through withdrawals
We want it all
Verse 2
Used to always love the chase ‘til I stopped chasing
Instead of outside life racing
Now you catch me inside of the house pacing
Circles on wood floors thinking ‘bout life changing
This ain’t a life you can copy, n*gga, so stop tracing
Start paying attention before you start paying
I’m saying
Mission to last as years passed
My niece nephews growing too fast
I seen flashes front of eyes
Some days laugh
Some days sad
Some days high
Some days low
Some days no
Don’t ask why
The way it go
N*ggas thirst for relevance
Give ‘em dirty laundry, closets with skeletons
Scared to address what’s in the room with elephants
The elephant in the room is delicate
Tell ‘em it’s
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2. |
For How Much?
03:15
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Chorus
Pay the cost ‘cause the play ain’t free
Price tags on the souls you see
Price tags and it’s no receipts
Price tags on the price tag
Pay the cost ‘cause the play ain’t free
Price tags on the souls you see
Price tags and it’s no receipts
Price tags on the price tag
Verse 1
Yeah, shooting straight for the center
Never was a pretender
Money turned a saint to a sinner
Dollars causing dilemmas
Still want my diamonds and chandeliers
Hanging from the ceilings
Chasing the high
Can’t stop chasing the feeling
Homies go buy whatever
Go give they momma a million
We driving off of the lot
All we hearing is tires peeling
N*ggas hurt from they traumas
But never make time for healing
Only make time for income
Cause here comes a cycle billing
But wait
N*ggas making decisions
If they get backed in the corner
Then it’s back to the kitchen
Or corners, making a killing
Warning, just wanted us in the winning
So we say, “Fuck you, pay me.”
And it’s fuck yo’ opinion
Verse 2
Yeah, give you the feeling of a story that came
From the bottom to celebratory champagne
Spilling shit, how my soul spills out of this pen
Blood and sweat in until it ends
Put my blood in like a syringe
In the real world where they pretend
In waters where sharks swim, showing fins
Sold once, put they soul up for resale
I rather rebuild and put my soul on retail
Nah, only pursuit
Is to point, aim and shoot high
Sky’s the limit
This ain’t low hanging fruit
Nah, have you televised
Out telling lies
If truth hurts, these words should have them paralyzed
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3. |
Wait Til Fate
02:54
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Chorus
Making me wait
The money called bet not be late
Aw, nah can it be fate
They told me I was made to be great
Aw, nah making me wait and see
Just making me, can’t wait and see
Aw, nah making me wait and see
Just making me, can’t wait and see
Verse 1
When the doors open, look through
Hope to get a foot through
Some days pushed down
Other days push through
Only few, might’ve known
What it might’ve took to
We ain’t seeing eye to eye
Must’ve mean I must grew
N*ggas getting lives took
In the state, outta state
Got me with a heavy heart
Had to start lifting weights
Gone for a while, had em sick
Here’s the medicine
Music with some elegance
Melodie’s with melanin
Moments of clarity
Come at day, come at night
Had a moment come in sight
Under hospital lights
Looking thru the contacts
Should I tell moms yet
I’ma chill, strong will
On your feet, conquest
Feelin’ like solider, but
Still feel a phobia
Not afraid to get dirty
Got my sleeves rolling up
Borrowed time, hard to find
All my n*ggas ought to shine
If we not all aligned
That’s where we draw the line
Verse 2
Waiting in panic
Waiting for magic
The game’s turbulence on a plane
I’m waiting for landing
Pains just like a window pane
I’m waiting to shatter
They saying just let him cook
I’m baking the batter
Taking the tragic and turn it to treasure
This hustle is like forever
Something you couldn’t measure
Beginning was looking down
So now we looking better
Bare this burden together like birds of a feather
N*ggas know it’s whatever
Always felt a vendetta
Carry this life your handed
The whole wait of the planet
Figured out you could manage
They paint a picture sweet
All we see is the savage
Want you to celebrate
All you feel is sadness
All of it’s madness
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4. |
Downs Got Up
03:06
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Chorus
Got down but still get up
Standing
Might fall but we’ll get up
Standing
Verse 1
Stand on it like royalty, fix those crowns
Stand, it’s like quicksand
I’m ten toes down
Watch the world and while it goes round
Feel like I’m standing still
Feel like the man of steel
Was taught to never feel
Trying to find out where it’s real
You can see me stand
Been working hard
You can see these hands
Still standing, feeding fam
See these bands
Money blown
Still eating
Money thrown
Catch and run like I’m CeeDee Lamb
Stepped up
Stepped on
May stop
I kept on
They tiptoed
I stepped strong
Take shots like Teflon
Carry the crown
All the weight
That you carry around
Building you up
Tearing you down
That’s the merry-go-round
Verse 2
I was told put on a war face
By heroes in the hood that never wore capes
Really have you running in circles
Life, not Olympic races, you still jumping hurdles
Like vodka pouring, not that sober
Watch you stumble
Pull you up, just to knock you over
Watch you fumble
Right where you stand
That dream is so close
You move forward
They steady moving the goal post
Knock you off balance
The most you can try
Whole life been like
Walking tight ropes in the sky
Don’t slip, don’t fall
I hope you can fly
On your own two
Most you can try
What you gon’ do, won’t do
Bridge
Don’t fall down
Don’t fall down
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Chorus
Gotta get mind at peace
Gotta get money on sheesh
Gotta get mind at peace, money on sheesh
Phone on silent, trying to get free
Too much, too much, too much
Could it just be? Is it just me?
Rain and rose petals
Diamonds and gold medals
Worn around the whole ghetto
Fast life, don’t care to stop
Round our way, statues of us on every block
Verse 1
Yeah, went from sunshine into grey showers
Walked neighborhoods that made felons and made flowers
Some just didn’t bloom
Some rest in tomb
Some on the way where they rest in wombs
Some came up
Others came up short like a dress in June
But, can I, am I
Late night off that red-eye
Bet I be up, yeah, bet I
Yeah, I’ll be much better
Pourin’ and posin’
In a foreign floatin’
That’s poetry in motion
This poetry is potent
Verse 2
Thought I was trippin’
Grass not greener on the other side
I thought I was missin’ out
But I think different now
Sat in a room talking to pops
Some of his ways, never will change
Thought I would never
Thought I’d do better
Then I became some of the same
Under the flame
Don’t melt when the fire’s felt
Had to let go, got a little older
Had to get over survivor’s guilt
That’ll find you by yourself
When you start to find your worth
And you start to find your wealth
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Chorus
Trying to make it work
Happiness or hurt
Life’s a tidal wave
Watch my n*ggas surf
Everybody good?
Black Milk Verse
Yeah, hood made him historical
Everybody good?
I was just being rhetorical
Everybody should feel a way
Money made our memorials
Money gave that fast momentary happiness, horrible
Put it down
Put a crown on all of them
All of us put in rounds
Time to fly, look at him soar
Talk wrong, might go to war
Get walked down like a corridor
Going door to door
No getting that time back
From waiting in hell
Told homies that waiting around
Is waiting to fail
No refunds come in the mail
Lost years in the pandemic
Gotta chalk up the L
You’re welcome to tell
A story to tell
Playing fair
Why they lying to us?
Then they ask why
We’d up and shooted
Have the town looted
Like it’s nothing to it
When you stop asking how to get through it
And the elders stop having answers to it
And the music stops feeling therapeutic
Like damn
Trying to leave
Or you trying to stay
It’s the long game that you gotta play
Take a deep breathe and a namaste
Quelle Chris Verse
I done tripped on a lot things
Swerves, curbs, words, Klonopin
Debt from them days when I got it in
So extra extra
Read all about it
Rumors be true
Hear em talk about him
I see eye to I don’t walk around it
What do I value these days?
How much of that value is me
They say money can’t buy you love
But loving freely still comes with a fee
I’m not impressed with the results
Maybe not doing enough
But feel like I’m doing too much
Tired
Tried doe
Limits be like why you lying bro
What’s the use of killing yourself to make it
If it means when you make you’re dead?
Work
To the bone hurts
Had to soul search
No putting off time now
Gotta grind now
See me shine down
Coach row to sold out shows
What’s okee doke
What’s the low down
Blowin’ smoke in the hotels was the old Quell
Bet you know about em
Big deals be like chemtrails off the coattails
Lost shit be like oh well
Boss shit we gone boss up
If we down two we gone get 12
Ain’t not big deal
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Chorus
You can have anything, all that I got
All of me right on the spot
I wanna know, girl, if you ‘bout it, yeah, is you solid
Never question, never doubt it, let’s talk about it
La da da da, let me know, let your feelings show
Let me know, how we doing goes
La da da da, ‘cause you know how I feel, yeah
‘cause you’re pressure, for real yeah
Verse 1
I ain’t got time to waste
She ain’t got time to wait
I was from ‘round the way
She was from outta state
I was just trying to find a way
Nah, I ain’t with no games
But I was just trying to find a play
I can tell you how it be
You and me don’t stop
You and me on top
Dine on plates and the drinks on rocks
You got keys, got me on locked
Sex with the Netflix we don’t watch
It’s a green on go, we on glow
Out somewhere it don’t be that cold
Needed that change, I’ll break that mold
Gotta stay fed, I’ll feed that soul
Back in the day was a fiend ‘bout it
Catch me at work, daydream ‘bout it
Came to the crib had see ‘bout it
You was on 10 and would be ‘bout it, yeah
Come to your mind
One on one you one of a kind
Got you up under my arm
Got me up under your spell
Like an underline, you one of a kind
Verse 2
Getting the best of you
Getting the best of me
You looking good, letting her cook
Whipping the recipe, come next to me
Having a hard time, you be that, you be there right
You be that light when having them dark times, we on to the next what’s next
We knew to perfect, we knew to protect
How we get down, how we get down
Not new to the flex, think of ya smile
Shoot you a text, shoot you the rest
Better with two things is better with you
Got me setting the mood, better than who
Get much better, it don’t get better than you
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Chorus
Ain’t nobody coming down to save you
Ain’t nobody coming down to save you
Ain’t nobody coming down to save you
Ain’t nobody coming down to save you
Ain’t nobody coming down to save you
Verse
They looking for a savior like they heard God’s call
Nothing that can save ya like when the sky falls
All ladies and gentlemen, welcome to when you were a kid again
Before a world that took your innocence, menacing
Failed at, they want us all held back
Just got us in the hood trapped
Only left with Henny and Hellcats, prevailed at
Running through hell taking the scars
Even when it’s soul-crushing like shoes stomping the yard
It’s plentiful, seem more cynical
The pinnacle, he’s him like Negro spiritual
Waiting for signals in the sky
Heroes that can fly to take the heat
Hope they open eye
Still watching people die from make believe
Take the keys, take the wheel
Writing out a check you can’t cash, don’t pay the bills
Even still
Even when you make it shit get complicated
Wrong move and that life get confiscated
Might get locked and caged, locked in cages
N*ggas working over just for under wages
Understatement
Understand nobody’s coming down to save us
Understood
By the ones that’s right with us, tight
All my get money type n*ggas alike
Ladies, with they shifts at day, getting paid at night
Making n*ggas stay in they bag
Have ‘em paying twice, like
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Chorus
Tell me how I’m gon’ get back
What to do when the feeling don’t feel new
Just tell me how I’m gon’ get back
Summertimes don’t feel like they used to
Tell me how I’m gon’ get back
What to do when the feeling don’t feel new
Just tell me how I’m gon’ get back
Summertimes don’t feel like they used to
Black Milk Verse 1
Why we all feeling ashamed
Why we all acting like we not feeling the same
Frontin’ like the fear ain’t never came
Safer with a mask, cosplay
Every day is Halloween, fiend
Tell ‘em what’s the cost
Every dime spent
Bosses on ya phone
Lot of false advertisement
Waste time, most times
How the time’s spent
No matter the context
Art turned to content
Sides flip
Good goes bad real fast
When push comes to shove like a mosh pit
Used to be never talked about how it used to be
Before and after, like it’s two of me
Tryna get back
Mick Jenkins Verse
We talk about the way it was
But them days is was
That’s the way it is
Play the shit by ear
Tell me what you heard
Back when n*ggas knew they math
They’d say what’s the word
And then they’d bust some verbs
Actions preaching, bring me peaches
While y’all touching herb
Ashes on the curb
The boy was only 17
I thought he’d live and learn
He never been to Medellín
So how he’d get the weight
His n*ggas hold the same dreams
Even at his wake
They eat it like it’s not the shit that they regurgitate
I can’t relate
And most the time
That shit just hurt to hear
It work a nerve
I’m no chauffeur
But no I’m purpose driven
Can’t work in fear
That’s word to State Farm
The urge is different
I can’t stay long
Not a shooter
He more Draymond
They got the truth behind the paywall
While the clowns sell you Avon
Black Milk Verse 2
Told by a friend
Let’s get back to work
Enjoying days off
Didn't think I could
Reading messages, “N*gga where you been?”
Other messages, “Yo, I hope you good.”
Trying to clear my head from the clutter
Some days sunshine
Some days suffer
Some days on top of the world
Some days under
Some days wonder
If we ever get to do this all over again
What’d change
Take me back just to re-arrange
Still wouldn’t complain
Feel like every eye on me
Praise, accolades
Still feeling anxiety
Stayed on the low
Just trying to get to the higher me
Life can be a lot
Or feel like the lottery
Jackpot
Over for the sorrow
New memories turn to old memories tomorrow
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Black Milk Verse
Didn’t have to wish at all
But life hits you hard
Back against the wall
Ain’t no wishing on a star
We was adolescents wishing for foreign cars
To roll through the gutter like bowling balls
Just showing off
Slow down, slow down
Could slow down this fast life
Handles on the breaks
Perfectly trying to handle your mistakes, same
Wishing with no candles, no cake, flame
Had stress relieved
Wish the loved ones that was lost
Had more breaths to breathe
Wish we didn’t speak another
Have to utter another rest in peace, nah
Have to be the one
To always keep it together, like stitches
My shoulders where my chip is
My soul’s where I go for riches
Cause ain’t no genie in a bottle taking wishes
Phonte Verse
New Tigalo, new Tigalo, new Tigalo
I was 6 years old, she was a neighbor
Who said come here and do me a favor
A kiss I gave her
Lips filled with the artificial flavors of candy that we shared
Cherry Now and Laters made our tongues red
But so many things went unsaid
Cause if my mama found out she would annihilate us
Confused and aroused by her misbehavior
No one to talk nowhere to turn so I put pen to paper
How can a bad touch feel good?
How do we make amends when we use one another?
Call me a friend then abuse one another
Not powerless the cowardice of you motherfuckers
To leave me all alone with new feelings I’m confronted with
Was mindin’ my own and I ain’t ask for none of this but
With some acknowledgement I coulda got in front of it
To keep my wife and kids from bearing the brunt of it
There’s gotta be a path to healing and revealing
All the feelings of shame that’s been dividing me in half
Anxiety on overdrive reminders of the past
I’m shook scared to look word to Prodigy and Hav
All I wanted was my people to be proud of me and ask
Every once in a while, “How you doing?” for some follow through
Tried to close the door on my emotions
But loneliness is not the same as solitude
Wish that I could talk to the younger me
To tell him that I’m proud
And that he is allowed to express everything he’s feeling underneath
The joy and the pain is part of the game
And you shoulda been protected
But part of me regrets
Pushing you to the limit cause you gotta be the best
Went from left for dead on the mausoleum floor
To being celebrated on the colosseum steps
No fear I am here to emancipate you
Be sure to stop and smell the sassafras
On your way to masterclass for all the times you prayed to God
Hoping this too shall pass like Babe Ruth
20 years still here it’s not a fad or a fetish
40 bars in now it’s hopefully embedded
Any nigga wanna test he gon woefully regret it
I’m Pastor Tigallo don’t you ever fucking forget it, n*gga
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12. |
Yeah Really
02:58
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Chorus
Got this life that’s crazy
Day & night say pay me
Whipping white Mercedes, like
Dodging darkness daily
It’s no mights or maybes
Cut but still can’t fade me, like
I’m really good, I’m really good
I’m really good, I’m really good
I’m really good, I’m really good
I’m really good, I’m really
Verse 1
Nights like this I might write like this
Walls caving in
Four lanes I was switching gold chains
On Egyptian dangling
Your babe goes missing start acting different
She’s staying in
Come into my world we the type of n*ggas
That’ll make it spin
Aw playa, I’m good, I’m good
Is what I’m telling myself
Naw playa
All your friends
All your sins you couldn’t let it go
Don’t care to say
What these devils got you in debited for
yo my n*gga, yo my n*gga
Yeah, let it go
Verse 2
In the back of my head always said talk last fight first
Gods laughing, you n*ggas thought this life was light work
Start bragging, throw a hunnit thou that’s still the ritual
Habitual line-stepper, they asking what’s gotten into you
100 more thrown when it’s known you never had blessings
New therapy, told therapist this the last session
Really good
Really?
Really good
Really?
Really good
Really?
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