Rick Ross Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics Triple Beam Dreams

Rick Ross Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics

(Ft. Nas)

[Intro]
Its time to take it to the other side
The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit

I’m not a star
But that’s a lie
I’ve seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
Spoke on a homocide
Amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Verse 1 : Nas]
A project minded, individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we f-cking survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to my peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalize
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where I’m from, ain’t far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan
A rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profit
A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it’s garbage
I brought it back to poppy, ain’t tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
Ambition’s to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I’m again broke
This shit ain’t cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62’s they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I’m at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin’ piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for p-ssy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasn’t made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwin’ rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of G’s
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

[Chorus : Rick Ross]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin’, crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1 I can’t do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbor

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
F-ck boy talking outta turn nigga
In a court room spraying like a germ nigga
25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin’ was cool
Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
F-ck boy, you caught up in my dream
Countin’ cream on the cover of a magazine
I’m the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I’m gettin’ high
Triple beam dreamin’ as the cream multiplys
F-ck boy talking outta turn nigga
‘Fore you sell dope there’s shit you gotta learn nigga
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a f-ck face
F-cking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air ’em out
Kill ’em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball
Phantom drop head shit, I had to get ’em all
Niggas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, f-ck ’em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto’s my reality
I’m from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
I got a plan nigga just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

[Chorus : Rick Ross]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin’, crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1: I can’t do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

Rick Ross Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics

Paramore In The Mourning Lyrics

In The Mourning Lyrics Paramore

Paramore In The Mourning Lyrics

You escaped like a runaway train
Off the tracks and down again
My hearts beating like a steam boat tugging all your burdens
On my shoulders

In the mourning I’ll rise
In the mourning I’ll let you die
In the mourning all my worry.

Now there’s nothing but time that’s wasted
And words that have no backbone
Oh the whole world
Seems to be waiting
Can you hear the echoes fading?

In the mourning I’ll rise
In the mourning I’ll let you die
In the mourning all my sorry.

It takes all my strength not to dig you up
From the ground in which you lay
The biggest part of me
You were the greatest thing
And now you’re just a memory
to let go of.

In the mourning I’ll rise
In the mourning I’ll let you die
In the mourning all my sorry (X2)

Paramore In The Mourning Lyrics

Drake Headlines Lyrics

Headlines Lyrics Drake

Drake Headlines Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
Faded way too long I’m floating in and out of consciousness
And they sayin’ I’m back, I’d agree with that
I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that
I had someone tell me I fell off, ohh I needed that
And they wanna see me pick back up, well where’d I leave it at
I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that
Tuck my napkin in my shirt, cause I’m just mobbin’ like that
You know good and well that you don’t want a problem like that
You gone make someone around me catch a body like that
No don’t do it, please don’t do it, cause one of us goes in
And we all go through it
Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gone pay it
Those my brothers, I ain’t even gotta say it
That’s just something they know

[Chorus: Drake]
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
Fuck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now it’s something they know
They know, they know, they know
[ headlines lyrics from ]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Then she wanna ask when it got so empty
Tell her I apologize it happened over time
She says they missed the old drake, girl don’t tempt me
If they don’t get it, they’ll be over you
That new shit that you got is overdue
You better do what you suppose to do
I’m like why I gotta be all that but still I can’t deny the fact that it’s true
Listen to you expressing all them feelings
Soap opera rappers all these niggas sound like all my children
And that’s who you thinking is ’bout to come and make a killing
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
You know the game even got it like that.
You gone hype me up and make me catch a body like that
Cause I live for this it isn’t just a hobby like that.
When they get my shit and play it, I ain’t even gotta say it, they know

[Chorus:]
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
Fuck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now it’s something they know
They know, they know, they know

I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Tell em’ I apologize it happened over time

Drake Headlines Lyrics

Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics I Swear To God

Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1]
I’m paranoid cause I’m in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d!ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it’s time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these p-ssy niggas
I never hate on all these p-ssy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver’s side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these p-ssy niggas
You could never hesitate and you’s a p-ssy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f-cking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G’s, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that’s off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m’s
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I’ll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

Drake The Ride Lyrics

Drake Lyrics The Ride

Drake The Ride Lyrics

[Intro]
I hate when people say they feel me man, I hate that shit.
It’ll be a long time before y’all feel me, if ever

[1st Verse]
You won’t feel me til everybody say they love you, but it’s not love
And your suit is Oxblood and your girl f-ckin’ hates you and your friends faded off shots of
What you ordered than forget about the game you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass gettin’ thicker than the plot does
And when you forget it, that’s when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
I get 3 SUV’s for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry and Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at ya, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It’s feeling like you on every place you choosing to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
‘Stead of gettin’ a pat down, they just keep on saying that they feel ya nigga

Yeah,
It’s been too long
Been way too long

[Hook – The Weeknd]
I’m faded too long, oooh
Still I’m Faded too long, ooooh
Still I’ve been faded too long
I feel like I’m faded too long
The ride

[2nd Verse : Drake]
You wont feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you’re in it
And tell the World around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain’t tinted
You need a minute, you got it
You know its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that’s just a way of life
Apartment 1503, some couches and paintings
When you record with 2 others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

[Hook – The Weeknd]
I’m faded too long, oooh
Still I’m Faded too long, ooooh
Still I’ve been faded too long
I feel like I’m faded too long
The ride

[3rd Verse : Drake]
I haven’t been inside terminal 1 and 3 in so long
I’m driving right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
Performance out the years, got you asking whats good at home
Whats good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin’ M’s and sippin’ dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin’ Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just praying that the heels good
I’m bout to f-ck and I’m just praying that it feels good
I really don’t know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don’t believe it
I mean sure there’s some bills and taxes I’m still evading
But I blew 6 million on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticket holder
Season switching over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn’t notice
You niggas gettin’ older, these niggas
that couldn’t f-ck with my freshman flow
Look at that f-cking chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore they was all for it, they all saw it
My Juniors and senior will only get meaner
Take Care nigga

[Hook]
I’m faded too long, oooh
Still I’m Faded too long, ooooh
Still I’ve been faded too long
I feel like I’m faded too long
The ride

Drake The Ride Lyrics

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

All I Need Lyrics Bruno Mars

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

(Ft. Master Shortie)

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
Hey y’all Bruno Mars
That’s why you taste like to me
And all I need is to sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

I’m a British boy so I do British things
Like nibble on your earlobe but let your body sing
You’re my violin and I’m a string
With every breath you take I won’t let it sting
So let me in open your doors
What yours is mine, what mine is yours
Where’s your p-ssy give me your paws
And I won’t mind if it’s you going through my drawers
Keep it clean ’cause we’re gettin in a mess
Baby girl yeah you’re better in the flesh
I heard from your friends that I’m better than your ex
And if I’m real then I’m better than your next
Banofee pie you my sweet tart
That’s one of the reasons that you’re my sweetheart
So when I meet arse we beat fast
Why don’t we just take it slow
So we last

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That’s why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

The world is ours
Put your head back see the stars
I like you just the way you are like Bruno Mars
I know I can, call me Nas
I love your thighs I love your arse
Now give me your flower ’cause I’m a human vase
And I’m about to ride without a pass
I hope …can keep a secret before I ask
Oh no oh no you’re burning my tongue just like a cocoa
Oh no oh no I think you need some cream upon you
You think I got chick what’s her name
I ain’t lying you’re my main
You’re the only picture inside my frame
Let’s wash it down with sex not champagne

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That’s why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Sugar, coco and honey
That’s why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

[Hook]
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe the feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
Glory

Ooooh Glory

[Verse 1 : Jay-Z]
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mamma said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God’s gift, I wish I would’ve prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world, get ready for part 2
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

[Verse 2 : Jay-Z]
Your grand pop died, a nigga fell yeh
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn, I can’t deliver failure
Bad ass Lil Hov
2 years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked ass Lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Daddy’s little girl
You don’t yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic (voila)
So there you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry on baggage
Everybody goes through stuff
Life is a gift love, open it up
You’re a child of destiny
You’re the child of my destiny
You’re my child with the child from Destiny’s Child
That’s a hell of a recipe
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Mac Miller Jerry’s Record Store Lyrics

Jerry’s Record Store Lyrics Mac Miller

Mac Miller Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

In your old man voice
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin’ but rhymes its quite simple
Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave em unidentified
Steady I be getting high
You ain’t got no herbal I’ma lend you mine
Its doctor Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style holographic
Had to put my city on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get active
If you a bad b!tch then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Wh0re tricks flawless like trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I don’t know who’s countin’
Fake mouthaf-cka’s round me I could do without them
You keepin’ it a hundred I could use a thousand
I’m comin’ now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to lose
I’m the shit makin’ hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the time?
Jump off a roof
While I’m kicking it with Q-tip and ?
Tryna put me down well that’s few tell woo shell
Supernatural message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don’t believe religion
Saying its the truth but never really listened
That’s another conversation though
Walking on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin’ out steam but its all exhaust
We comin’ for your dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is that
Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the paper
Gave me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon’ love you?
Hell no hell no
I be grindin’ though rain sleet hail snow
Sticking to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes
What else yo
Dope shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov’s baby
My girl tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super hero
This ain’t nothin’ but comes rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the
Beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I’m sure they fear
I’m just trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to Laura hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit down
Listen to me now, pass the flow around
Hey that’s some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that shit
I don’t write that b!tch I got ill flows
Yeah I’m ill yo
And this is real yo
Mac Miller, gon’ kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down Yoyo’s
Head to ya toes
In the paint throwin’ bows

Mac Miller Jerry’s Record Store Lyrics

Rick Ross Rich Forever Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics Rich Forever

Rick Ross Rich Forever Lyrics

(Ft. John Legend)

[Intro]
[Rozay]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on
Am I right?

[John Legend]
On the way we shed some tears
Every day we sacrifice
So we can be standing here
Oh what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever oh oh oh
We gon’ be rich forever, oh ooooh
We gon’ be rich forever and ever, and ever

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I’m hustlin’ on every corner boomin’
Back of the Phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin’ out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin’ so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shit pushed back cuz it ain’t buzzin’
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can’t talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

All you p-ssy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nigga T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young b!tches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
Sold dope by any means all day

[Hook : John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon’ be rich forever

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
100 mil ain’t enough
Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
Worth 40m’s is he still dealing drugs
Cigarettes, speedboats, but he’s still with the thugs
Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday
Grinding, even be legit one day
Order some more bottles because I’m on one
I know her p-ssy wet, and she wanna cum
She wanna cum, maybe come over
Stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
Keep you as my b!tch forever
Cuz you know a nigga rich forever

[Hook : John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon’ be rich forever

Rick Ross Rich Forever Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don’t wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, that’s in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that’s how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin’
I’m just hittin my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b!tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don’t play dumb, I’m the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b!tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, “How you make your opponent, the rapper of the moment?”
His style, he don’t own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that, ooooh
Don’t do it
‘Cause every song you make Joe is really hoe music
I heard you said you wasn’t a b!tch because you sing
You a b!tch because you cling like a b!tch that’s eighteen
Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife
You so black and white, tryna to live a nigga’s life
I’m taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you Canada dry

[Common Speaking]
Soft nigga, make no mistake, I’m talking to Drake
It’s the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that hoe ass nigga
No, man-to-man, don’t hide behind them other niggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can’t run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here

[Destiny’s Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain’t running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain’t running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name

Common Stay Schemin Drake Diss Lyrics