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Feast or Famine (The Second Helping Deluxe Edition)

by A Rapper Named Nati

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Mixed Plate 03:47
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Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade But he don’t fight fair, no, instead he’ll shoot ya Straight like an arrow through your friend’s medulla I’m in your nightmares, ho, like Freddy Krueger Creepin’ in some Nike Airs though, never Pumas Shout out the bro J. Cole though, we been Dreamers You know the pole stay close in the red Bimmer We’re prepared for the cold, got like ten heaters I ain’t scared of your folks or your friends either We can cook the beef like a barbecue And we can serve ya fast like Arby’s food It’s Feast or Famine and they starved the crew They out lookin’ for a snack and they gon’ start with you You parlez vous to the captain and the sergeant too That‘s why the department catches but never charges you Catch and release, feedin’ rats back to the streets You got eaten by the wolves ‘cause you ran with the sheep Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade I’m on my fifth album, I don’t do mixtapes I don’t talk to ya ‘cause I know about your snitch ways Bullets drawn to ya like a moth to a lit flame Chainsaw take ya Face/Off like I’m Nick Cage So if you wish to harm me, bring a bigger army The Bodyguard make sure you won’t lay a finger on me (on me) ‘Cause if you do, I’ll pull the trigger calmly (calmly) And spin the block in case the witness saw me Won’t find the pistol on me if they happen to search me Make you nap in the dirt, sleep in a casket or gurney I’ll cock the hammer and burst before you manage to hurt me Have you askin’ for mercy if your actions concern me Claim self-defense and take my chance with a jury Tony Parker, nine on me like the back of the jersey 911 on speed dial, tell the ambulance hurry Treat your life like a free trial and cancel it early Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade Told me pop the trunk; bitch, this a lift gate Glock and the pump, AR, that’s a mixed plate Barbecue ‘em, hollow tips stick to your rib cage And I got the sauce if you wanna catch a quick fade
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Say Less (feat. 5-Star) 04:03
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What the fuck!? Yeeeeah Yo I’m back, bitch; assassin with the curly hair In the Ray-Ban glasses with a nerdy stare You got catfished thinkin’ that the world is fair Go ahead and send your rap diss, I’ll be sure to care Angel with broken wings, had to earn a pair Self Proclaimed King, I ain’t never found a worthy heir Got no Urkels in my circle, you’re a squirrelly square I’ll fuckin’ merk you, I don’t think that you’re prepared You don’t wanna battle with the demigod You would think I’m Ozzy the way I make the metal pop Nah, we don’t squash beef, we just let it rot That’s a white boy wasted, he took several shots I ain’t ‘bout to say shit, you’ll tell the cops Gotta watch for the snake shit, wipe the venom off Keep one eye open like I’m Fetty Wap I know you hopin’, but you know that I won’t ever stop You don’t wanna squabble with some made men I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t make friends Put you in a coffin in the grave dead If it’s get ‘em, then I got ‘em; say less You don’t wanna squabble with some made men We don’t give a fuck about you, we don’t make friends Put you in a coffin in the grave dead If it’s get ‘em, then we got ‘em; say less You don’t wanna squabble with some made men I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t make friends Put you in a coffin in the grave dead If it’s get ‘em, then I got ‘em; say less You don’t wanna squabble with some made men We don’t give a fuck about you, we don’t make friends Put you in a coffin in the grave dead If it’s get ‘em, then we got ‘em; say less Went to Nike from Payless, no time for the fake friends They’ll say they love you and bash you in the same breath Watch when they hug you and dap you ‘cause they play chess Might succumb to a stab wound at the apex It don’t make sense, you stay pressed like wine grapes I guess I got a Midwest type of mind state I ain’t impressed, turn your flesh into fly bait If you try to puff up your chest and get in my face Did it my way, went from Chevys to foreigns How they sleep on me? Yo, he said he was snorin’ He’s probably on lean, zombies get beheaded and sorted They’re sellin’ and snortin’, we paint one hell of a portrait A stellar assortment of storytellers and swordsmen Never lost sight of what I felt is important Enemies envy me, I deflect and absorb it MVP, you won’t ever see a better performance You don’t wanna squabble with some made men I don’t give a fuck about you, I don’t make friends Put you in a coffin in the grave dead If it’s get ‘em, then I got ‘em; say less You don’t wanna squabble with some made men We don’t give a fuck about you, we don’t make friends Put you in a coffin in the grave dead If it’s get ‘em, then we got ‘em; say less Yeah Say less, say less Say less, say less Say less, say less Say less, say less
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Omfg 03:26
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Yo, these lames emcees got the game twisted They got the same beliefs and the same image The same routines and the same gimmicks And they got the same disease from the same bitches You and me, we were raised different I’m from a place where Santa didn’t pay visits St. Nick can get the K if he plays witness You’ll get the blade, dig your grave up in St. Ignace Listen, I got the vision, no optometrist Spittin’ wisdom, droppin’ knowledge on these college kids I got the .44. No Obama shit Extended magazines, we don’t call ‘em clips Look, I’ve known Pushas, it’s No Malice Half my family sold drugs, half were dope addicts Half these rappers are wack trash with no talent The other half below average, they’re no challenge I’ll drink your blood from a gold chalice I don’t really give a fuck who you sold crack with I’m not one of your fans you can go catfish Hmm, they sleepin’ on me like an old mattress I’ve been known to keep it on me just to go practice Blow your brains on your spouse, Jackie Onassis Pull your tongue out your mouth, so graphic Now I see what you’re sayin’, no closed captions The devastation of a mortal man Raised in a generation of spoiled brats Pray for the veneration of loyal fans SPK all day, we the royal fam I’ve been anointed as the one to annoy, attack, annihilate, berate, castrate, and destroy the track I exact revenge with an enormous axe I enjoy examining and explorin’ facts ‘Bout to form a task force full of former fans And storm ya back porch with a fork in hand Then I’ll store your fat corpse in a Ford sedan Parked in the Black Forest on foreign land We’re fed up with this form of fad You can get force fed the forty fast Leave ya on the floor dead with a gory gash On your fuckin’ forehead, split your gourd in half I turn bullshit to magic like Horace Grant I’m back to inform you that I craft important raps Packed with immortal swag, so ignore the trash And join the pack as the chorus claps They jump for joy like Jordan’s back Kill ‘em all, let the Lord sort ‘em last I got a lust for life if the lawyers ask You won’t get lucky twice, make sure it lasts I’m a morbid man, mesmerized by Majora’s mask, I’ll drop mortars on your morning mass Yeah, I’d murder more but the morgue is maxed I’m nauseated when these normies nag I need an orange black Porsche with performance pack And a course to quarterback; quick, record it Soarin’ past as they storm the track, I just tore this track Up with a torrid tact; understand Vultures want war on wax, must be snortin’ Xans And you’re the last zealot with a triple Z I listen to your shit to get my kids to sleep I need a feast; you’re a snack, somethin’ quick to eat You’re on the dollar menu at Mickey D’s If I did not offend you a little, leave I’ll attend ya funeral in some Dickie jeans Oh my fucking god, as I live and breathe
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Bourdain 03:53
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At the end of the day, I’m better than great And I don’t really give a fuck how my competitors rate Dropped five classics on ‘em, you could never relate By the end of the year, probably be seven or eight I’m so far ahead I could brake for the rest of the race Take my foot off the mothafuckin’ pedal and skate They don’t make instruments that can measure my pace We ain’t the same, the difference is I could never be fake But the love is fake, so I treasure the hate It’s my pleasure to take the head off a venomous snake I create masterpieces that get better with age I’ll craft a thesis that makes an intelligent case For why these rappin’ heathens would ever behave In this depraved manner to gain friends and some fame Quick to sell your soul for a Benz and a chain But it don’t make sense if you don’t have no pennies to save (Get it?) You don’t have to be sorry No reservations, crashin’ your party Circle back if they saw me I’m about to feast; I’m famished, I’m starving Cookin’ up the beef like gourmet We bring the heat and we torch lames We came to eat off of your plate You should hang it up - Bourdain Do it with no hesitation Might cause some devastation White chalk and yellow tape it Lights off; Freddy, Jason This is how you measure greatness Don’t help with investigations Outlaw on some Jesse James shit Goin’ off the reservation Breakin’ news on every station Shake the room whenever bass hit You can feel the tremors shake it Six degrees of Kevin Bacon Listen, we don’t ever say shit Got the stick with me like Kenny Mason (Stick!) Hittin’ trees and vegetation When the trigger’s squeezed with no reservations You don’t have to be sorry No reservations, crashin’ your party Circle back if they saw me I’m about to feast; I’m famished, I’m starving Cookin’ up the beef like gourmet We bring the heat and we torch lames We came to eat off of your plate You should hang it up - Bourdain You know I Kill Audio, Claudio Sanchez I’ll spin the damn block and leave a lot of ya mans dead In a tinted Jag drop, black Glock and a black vest Or in a black Benz that I bought from a crackhead (Listen) I’m from a place where no fucks are given I’ll tape your death and put it on the deluxe edition Tried to play with the big dogs, you just a kitten (Pussy) Run up quick, you might come up missin’ You’ll get filleted and fried like Kentucky Chicken They won’t know who did it, no one’s above suspicion I use my left hand to adjust the windage I’m droppin’ Def Jams like Russell Simmons Who you know better with the lyrics or the punchlines? I’m so clever, it’s mysterious I’m unsigned Feast or Famine, I been hearin’ that it’s lunch time And if it’s beef, I’ma sear it till it’s done right You don’t have to be sorry No reservations, crashin’ your party Circle back if they saw me I’m about to feast; I’m famished, I’m starving Cookin’ up the beef like gourmet We bring the heat and we torch lames We came to eat off of your plate You should hang it up - Bourdain No reservations, let’s start the show Body parts in several places, parts unknown No reservations, let’s start the show Body parts in several places, parts unknown Too soon?
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illumiNATIon 03:25
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They knew that Nati would never make it He’s rude and cocky, he’s too abrasive Move the body into the basement My Illuminati will doom the nation You see my face when you Google ‘greatness’ Dudes is basic, they grew complacent I flew the spaceship, came to take it to new places I came to light up the game, illumination We don’t slaughter innocents, stick to the Assassin’s Creed I’m awful villainous, it really is a tragedy They wanna shackle me to reduce the casualties Cool as an Aspen breeze, I don’t use this mask to ski Sixteen’s a grand at least, but I’ll shoot his ass for free Came up jackin’ beats, now it’s new from factory I don’t do the lease, only exclusives actually I’ll slap ya if you don’t remove your producer tag from beats I just got a pack from Lex Luger last week We flex Rugers, bring the TEC to ya - Sanjeet Can’t stand me? Then sit the fuck down and relax please I’ll leave the front of your brain in the back seat He’s fuckin’ insane, he’s a mad genius Excuse my bad English, it ain’t no damn secret I’m tryin’ to grab my halo, I can’t reach it I’m in a different class, lame foes can’t teach it They knew that Nati would never make it He’s rude and cocky, he’s too abrasive Move the body into the basement My Illuminati will doom the nation You see my face when you Google ‘greatness’ Dudes is basic, they grew complacent I flew the spaceship, came to take it to new places I came to light up the game, illumination You know the rhymes blow minds; they amaze, wow! But let my name out your dang mouth, blow your brains out Anyone that tries to gain clout can go the same route I’m about to go Blade and let the fangs out I’ll pull the blade out my back, the blood’ll drain out We ain’t friends, don’t even ask if we can hang out Go fuck yourself, no homo; dawg, I won’t look Only trust myself; roll solo, I’m a lone wolf Deceitful, threw the sheep suit in a rose bush You fizzled and fell flat like some Coke would You so shook; I’m a Mac, you a Chromebook You wack, you’re no good; you cats are so puss Standin’ over the stove, cookin’ raps and some dope hooks You don’t want smoke, I roll opps like you roll kush Ignore the lies, snort a line from my notebook I’m sure in time I’ll be immortalized, this how GOATs look They knew that Nati would never make it He’s rude and cocky, he’s too abrasive Move the body into the basement My Illuminati will doom the nation You see my face when you Google ‘greatness’ Dudes is basic, they grew complacent I flew the spaceship, came to take it to new places I came to light up the game, illumination
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Idc 03:25
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I don't care About the platinum and gold The cash and the clothes The Lam or how fast that you drove I don't care About the mansions and homes The Xans and the coke And all that other trash you promote I don't care About the raps that you wrote Or the fact that you don't The man behind the pad is a ghost I don't care About the stats or the quotes How you imagine you're dope And you're surpassing the GOATs (That's laughable, bro) I power forward like Shawn Kemp Keep my fam at arm's length and pray that God bless My opps with a short life and a long death Heard you on the court's side like LeBron's friends You think you got the answers, it's the wrong test Swear, if I see another rapper in a prom dress I'll leave his bod stretched out across his mom's steps With a corsage next to his blonde dreads No sneak diss, don't beef with a rapper for nothin' You actin' and bluffin' like you actually clappin' at somethin' You ain't got the sticks and drums, better add some percussion Your attitude sucks, it needs dramatic adjustment Got you runnin' to high ground like Anakin's coming I'm crashin' your function, crushin' any plan you come up with I can count on one hand all the rappers I fuck with These addicts get busted with drugs but still lackin' in substance I don't care About the platinum and gold The cash and the clothes The Lam or how fast that you drove I don't care About the mansions and homes The Xans and the coke And all that other trash you promote I don't care About the raps that you wrote Or the fact that you don't The man behind the pad is a ghost I don't care About the stats or the quotes How you imagine you're dope And you're surpassing the GOATs I heard the rhymes you spit are good for the environment 'Cause you take other rappers' trash and recycle it Make your dogs fight against each other like Michael Vick Supposed to be your brother, undercover with a wire hid Bet he try to snitch if it comes to your life or his He's the type of bitch that don't stand when it's time to piss Bad luck, we masked up before the virus hit If he act up, the handgun's givin' viral clips Rule with an iron fist; bitch, I'm a king to pagans I have mastered every facet of the English language These rappers mad 'cause their fans see their speech is basic I fall asleep sedated every time your CD's playin' This is prime time, check your favorite TV station Fuck bein' famous, got no patience for these sleazy agents I'm just tryin' release creative music for my recent playlist Cease the hatred, you can keep debatin' which emcee's the greatest I don't care About the platinum and gold The cash and the clothes The Lam or how fast that you drove I don't care About the mansions and homes The Xans and the coke And all that other trash you promote I don't care About the raps that you wrote Or the fact that you don't The man behind the pad is a ghost I don't care About the stats or the quotes How you imagine you're dope And you're surpassing the GOATs (That's laughable, bro)
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God's Laughter 04:05
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Mmm… make a plan, make a plan, yeah When you try to make a plan, that's when God laughs Try to follow your path usin' the wrong map It can be scary, beware, you can get lost fast He can carry you there, you gotta walk back God laughs at your plans if you haven't noticed That's the folly of man, we can't grasp the notion That we follow the path that his hand has chosen He sets your path in motion and you can't control it Growin' up I seen the struggle breed ugly scenes Lunch meat and TV dinners were a luxury I wonder if my mother had other dreams Two jobs to make sure my sister and my brother eat And she didn't get paid for another week The money she makes is too much to get the lunch for free (What!?) That's something that always stuck with me Like the fact that drug money bought your son these jeans Nothing's free it seems except these hand me downs Addiction runnin' deep in these genes that you handed down It's tragic how people I sat around can't stand me now I'm the black sheep, I can't seem to make my family proud I was a bad student, no cap and gown I always had music, never had a doubt With my background, my Future wasn't Grammy bound Like Pluto, I planet out; that's what God laughs about When you try to make a plan, that's when God laughs Try to follow your path usin' the wrong map It can be scary, beware, you can get lost fast He can carry you there, you gotta walk back God laughs at your plans if you haven't noticed That's the folly of man, we can't grasp the notion That we follow the path that his hand has chosen He sets your path in motion and you can't control it It's cold in these heartless streets, I know to keep a scarf with me Sometimes you need to spark the heat when it's either starve or eat Frozen but my heart still beats, Covid made it hard to breathe I can feel the blues in my soul like some R&B I grew up on that Bone Thugs-n-Harmony My role models sold drugs like a pharmacy It feels like I gotta keep a gun in the car with me To be safe, just in case someone try to martyr me As a teen I craved a method to release the pain Obsession in my DNA, depression made me sleep for days You could see the change reflected in my GPA Blood and sweat mixed on my necklace and Adidas chain I'll ink it on my flesh so the message can never be erased From the second we were born, we were DOA Get on my knees and pray and let the Lord lead the way If I gotta fall on my sword, I'ma be okay When you try to make a plan, that's when God laughs Try to follow your path usin' the wrong map It can be scary, beware, you can get lost fast He can carry you there, you gotta walk back God laughs at your plans if you haven't noticed That's the folly of man, we can't grasp the notion That we follow the path that his hand has chosen He sets your path in motion and you can't control it God laughs at your plans if you haven't noticed As I stand there broken, I hope he grants atonement God laughs at your plans if you haven't noticed As I stand there broken, I hope he grants atonement
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Huaraches 03:38
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Yo Y, yeah If it ain't 'bout the green like a Benetton logo I got no interest like a credit card promo Fourth and inches, better call Romo I always shoot first - Han Solo Obi Wan Shinobi with the Force of the Wu-Tang I'm tryin' pull up in the Porsche or the Mulsanne I'ma need a fortune by Tuesday I'm buy-polar, only money makes my mood change Blue face hunnids by the bundle in the suitcase 'Cause I was raised in the jungle with a few apes Every day, had to navigate a new maze A few days, had no sugar for the Kool-Aid You two faced, got no time for a fake fan No Diddy, but I stay tryin' to make bands They been throwin' shade, no Ray-Bans Just because we're blood doesn't mean we relate, fam (We don't relate) Might be the greatest that you never heard A clever nerd, got 'em hangin' on my every word They're self-preserved, makin' statements that are well rehearsed Never felt the urge to squeal; bitch, I never turned And if I get the deal, then it's well deserved Tryin' to sell a verse for real just to quell the thirst Never had to steal, wasn't sellin' birds The paddy wagon and the hearse had me well deterred Growin' up mama taught me that jail's scary If you got the bail carried, that'll tip the scales barely If I don't succeed, at least I'll fail fairly Fourth quarter, Aaron Rodgers with the hail mary No Mr. Rogers in my neighborhood Commence the robbin' for a greater good They're committin' fraud just to say they could They pillow talk so their broads give away the goods That'll lead to your demise quick The game is to be sold, not told; check the fine print Used to write rhymes on the T-Mobile Sidekick I've been live since 9-6 on the rhyme tip I just wanted to rap like Shawn Carter They wanna put me on the path to a blonde martyr I bomb harder than most, plus I'm a lot smarter They want me to sell my soul, that's a non-starter Learn to separate fact from fiction That's how I know that these rappers fibbin' They rats and snitches that blab specifics And turn their backs on past tradition Committin' acts of rap sedition A flash in the pan like a batch of biscuits The shit you're saying on wax is different Than the life that you actually have been livin' I don't have prescriptions or a Xan addiction No Actavis in the glass I'm sippin' No activist, what I'm demanding is The abolition of a damaged system My niece shouldn't have had to see her dad in prison Over guns and drugs and bad decisions Try to make it disappear like a damn magician But we can't forget and we can't forgive 'em I'm tryin' to do the math, addition Watch the numbers goin' up like a statistician I'm tryin' my best to subtract division And bring the unity back that's missin' My community's a tad bit different Santa Claus don't come back to visit Don't attack the cause, they attack the symptom Attach their claws to the backs of victims No pacifist, I'll grab the Smith and Wesson Turn his chest into hash and grits for breakfast I'm a sadomasochistic legend I got the cannabis connection They been stackin' bricks like Tetris Sorry, we don't flap our lips, detective I don't know where he ran or which direction I ain't takin' the stand to give confession They can make your life a livin' hell I don't really like to kiss and tell I'd rather lie than snitch to 12 I'd rather die than sit in jail I'ma grab the .9, forget the bail I know the conequences well I hope that commonsense prevails I'll watch my competition fail Now these rappers wanna go Tekashi Ain't a rapper young or old can stop me The flow's berserk, I've been told I'm cocky I show my work so these clones can copy You'll never be me, your flow is sloppy I'm reporting the facts like Hoda Kotb Don't make it off of rap, get the coke from papi I skate with a stick for a goal, it's hockey You don't wanna be a foe of Nati When I load the shotty, start blowin' bocce Sized holes through the side of your old jalopy Hop out the bush in an ode to Bonnie And Clyde, I slide with the .40 on me Fold ya body like origami Raised in a zoo where we go Jumanji Ten toes down, bitch, both Huaraches
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Tit for Tat 03:38
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Got these rap dudes pissed and mad I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat If you get us, we'll get you back Get your wig split in half for fifty racks Got these rap dudes pissed and mad You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack Pics with bands on Instagram We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash I'll drop ya mans where he stand if he talk to me Posin' with bands on the 'gram like a rock groupie Call these rappers Green Day the way they drop Dookie We 'bout action like the screenplay to a Rock movie My team is All Stars that'll Smash Mouths Speak less, your street cred is maxed out These class clowns take the fast route to rap clout We'll hit your stash house with bangers and mash out And I ain't talkin' 'bout British food I don't mean BBC when we deliver news Bitch, I need to see receipts to know that shit is true I'll spit at you like Pac did in that interview So go ahead and spell it out with your blue notes That just lets the crew know who to rob and who's broke Hit the block and let off shots like I'm Kukoč Tit for tat, the clip attached longer than Manute Bol Got these rap dudes pissed and mad I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat If you get us, we'll get you back Get your wig split in half for fifty racks Got these rap dudes pissed and mad You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack Pics with bands on Instagram We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash Pull up on ya mans in a minivan With a pistol and a Bart Simpson mask Get kidnapped takin' his kids to class Push his wig back for fifty grand That's quick math; addition, fam No diss track, I'll kill a man For a six pack of Miller cans Have a mishap with a ceiling fan Body parts get mix and matched Send his fingers back in a Christmas bag Gift wrapped with a little tag And his wedding band still attached Steal ya car and flee I'll nick ya Jag Call it Cardi B, get it stripped for cash Boss shit, Vince McMahon Mosh pit, gettin' bands On instagram with the sticks and gats Talkin' this and that about flippin' packs Tryin' to get this scratch like a Brillo pad Sellin' nicks and grams for chicken scratch Never slang drugs but my siblings have Got the same mum but different dads I got all the guidance they didn't have Calm and quiet, don't get me mad I'll cause a riot at Disneyland I'm so ill in fact, there's no pill for that When the hero dies, the villain laughs Zero times did I give a damn Hop out the whip like the Shiggy Dance Make ya mandem piss their pants Ready to Die like Biggie's plans No chit chat, it's tit for tat Got these rap dudes pissed and mad I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat If you get us, we'll get you back Get your wig split in half for fifty racks Got these rap dudes pissed and mad You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack Pics with bands on Instagram We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash
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Foreign on the Beat 04:00
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I got Foreign on the beat They can't seem to see the forest for the trees According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit Won't no label take a portion of the fee I just need 'em to support it in the streets Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit Whether it's the Porsches or the beats I'll never put a foreign on a lease I'm just tryin' put some Forgis on the feet Floor it, hit the corner, and then flee, no fake shit We heard you been reportin' to police You just wanna be the story of the week Scorch 'em with the heat, flame-broilin' the beef They sure to have this chorus on repeat, we make hits Everything Foreign like Fivio This shit is easy, I been doin' it since nine years old Saw your CD in the clearance bin at Five Below Hit ya when ya near ya kin so you ain't gotta die alone All that gang shit you claim that you slidin' on Saw your name in them statements like you writin' blogs You probably at the station on a ride along Extendo on the Glock if we find the opps Don't let 'em catch ya on the block with ya diamonds on They'll sell ya back your own watch like consignment shops They only gettin' half the worth if they try to pawn Just gotta say the magic words and your ice is gone Abracadabra, ya man's a cadaver These rappers ain't active, they actually actors Seems like their words and their actions are backwards They just sayin' that shit so you react to it faster I got Foreign on the beat They can't seem to see the forest for the trees According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit Won't no label take a portion of the fee I just need 'em to support it in the streets Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit I'm a God, that's a problem for Pagans All that slick talk and anonymous statements Bet when shit pop you are not gonna say shit You could hear a pin drop, bitch, drop ya location You don't want the smoke, no Marlboro or Basic We runnin' the game, no Reebok and no ASICS Face it, if there's anything we want, we just take it Don't call me fam if you're not a relation When we finished, you gon' need to hit the doctor for facelifts Call it malpractice, the loss of my patience No days off, ain't no tropic vacations They jockin' my language, they copy and paste it I'm tryin' figure out what's the cause of the hatred Victory so close I can probably taste it Ain't got your song in rotation, it's not on my playlist Turn this on, when the bass hit, you know Foreign Made It I got Foreign on the beat They can't seem to see the forest for the trees According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit Won't no label take a portion of the fee I just need 'em to support it in the streets Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit Spit it with ease, do this shit in my sleep Your shit is trash; matter fact, that's just litter to me Told ya we on fire but you didn't believe He a liar if ever say he slid on the team Look, you better stay clear of us I'ma warn ya, but you're only gonna hear it once Like I'm celibate, I don't give zero fucks I'm in my element, no time for the hero stuff That's why you witnessin' the Rise of a Villain Better hide in ya building, I ain't tryna frighten your children You ain't never seen this kind of resilience The scientific mind of a cynic shinin' with brilliance Sky is the limit, got my mind on a million I'm just tryna stack the c-notes as high as a ceiling My damaged ego is the size of a village I kill 'em with every mothafuckin' rhyme that I've written I got Foreign on the beat They can't seem to see the forest for the trees According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit Won't no label take a portion of the fee I just need 'em to support it in the streets Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit I got Foreign on the beat Everything I spit is important and unique Starin' at my shorty, she's so gorgeous when she sleeps I might go and drop your mortgage on a ring You ain't from here, you a tourist in the streets Might cop the Taurus GX4 because it's cheap In the Chevy with the heat on the floor or on the seat Never see me in a Ford or in a Jeep
11.
You Said 03:57
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You said, you said, you said You said, you said, you said You say that you movin' bricks, keep it packed like tuna fish I heard that you cut the work up on some Freddy Krueger shit You claim you a baller, but we all seen who you hoopin' with Say you got the newest whip, but we all know the coupe is his I ain't talkin' movies when I say that we be shootin' clips You the type to hide under a table when the toolies blick You been tellin' fables to your label, but ain't provin' shit How you supposed to blow up but you blew it like a Hoover Crip You act like your crew is thick, we seen who you maneuver with Bitch, you ain't no lunatic, you just an unruly kid Cross me like a crucifix, might end up on news at six Or I might let you losers live depending on what mood I'm in You said that you a boss, must've got a new position Those ain't Loubotins, thought you said the shoes was Christian Where's that coupe you slid in? Thought you said the roof was missin' You said that you got them shooters, they must keep the Rugers hidden Dudes is snitchin' on themselves, man, they too specific You either stupid or the tunes you did is truly fiction They writin' movie scripts to make it in the music business You claim that you do it big but we all know the truth is different You said that you movin' chickens, must be talkin' food in kitchens You are just a waiter, you don't buss, boy; you doin' dishes You are just a hater and a fuckboy, you move suspicious Use the same pen to write the hit list that I write these hits with Every time you try to talk to me, I start losin' interest You don't wanna be a opp to me, I don't choose forgiveness No, it's not wise; we Popeye's, make 'em chew the biscuit You said that your dudes are vicious, but they just some neutered kittens Ain't seen you on the block in while, they say you been missin' I heard you copied my style, who gave you permission? Ain't got time to feud with bitches, what's a hero to a villain? Remember this, I might let you live but on a few conditions You said that you a boss, must've got a new position Those ain't Loubotins, thought you said the shoes was Christian Where's that coupe you slid in? Thought you said the roof was missin' You said that you got them shooters, they must keep the Rugers hidden Dudes is snitchin' on themselves, man, they too specific You either stupid or the tunes you did is truly fiction They writin' movie scripts to make it in the music business You claim that you do it big but we all know the truth is different I heard you were stretchin' white, you run your mouth for exercise We heard the dope was stepped on like you doin' the electric slide The shit you talk is Ludacris; Move Bitch, step aside You better check your temper, I been losin' it left and right I was out here doin' this before the shit was gentrified I'm talkin' 'bout the music biz; I'm true with it, I never lie I keep it a hunnid; 10 for 10, I'm talkin' every time You never quite made it to 100 like you Betty White I been bustin' heads since nine, you can be the next in line Detectives try to use your rhymes against you for some extra time Those clowns cut you a check, that's nice; better spend your pennies wise Guess we got a different set of ethics that we measure by You said that you a boss, must've got a new position Those ain't Loubotins, thought you said the shoes was Christian Where's that coupe you slid in? Thought you said the roof was missin' You said that you got them shooters, they must keep the Rugers hidden Dudes is snitchin' on themselves, man, they too specific You either stupid or the tunes you did is truly fiction They writin' movie scripts to make it in the music business You claim that you do it big but we all know the truth is different
12.
Thank You 04:34
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I thank God for my muse when I write these songs I never met another person that was quite as strong We're a perfect fit, no need to try it on You shine like the stars in the sky when the lights are off That's probably why your smile can be seen from space I thank God every day that he keeps you safe Ask for forgiveness and pray we don't repeat mistakes Hope you can see the way I appreciate you I wanna thank you for making me a better man Pray you can tell I am doing the best I can I prayed for a second chance, I'll pay for the wedding bands I don't wanna stress you, just let you know where my head is at I wanna thank you for the confidence instilled in me And repay you for everything that you did for me It isn't easy, but believe me, we'll make it through I thank God and I pray every day for you I wanna thank you for Everything you've done for me I wouldn't be the man I am Without your love for me I wanna thank you for Always being there for me I wanna pay you back For always takin' care of me I thank God I had a mom that taught me right from wrong I'm not surprised or shocked, she defied the odds I know the days were hard and the nights were long Had to raise three kids and find a job She worked the nightshift, so the bills were paid And there was always food on the dinner plate I wore hand-me-downs to school, they're a little frayed Sick of getting picked on, so I misbehaved But thank God my dad taught me how to be a man I was a lost boy, no Peter Pan That's word to Jaden Smith, taught me what patience is And gave his kid so much more than a place to live I learned everything I know from you If I didn't there's no telling what I'd grow into To my parents, I know it's long overdue But from the bottom of my heart, thank both of you I wanna thank you for Everything you've done for me I wouldn't be the man I am Without your love for me I wanna thank you for Always being there for me I wanna pay you back For always takin' care of me I thank God for the music when it starts to play I'm thankful I could use it on my darkest days Even when I start to lose it or it's hard to pray It removes and soothes the pain and helps the scars to fade The funny thing about a heart is it ain't hard to break Music is there to repair it and spark the flame We perish, the bars remain; piano, guitars, and bass I channel these harsh mistakes into the art I make I'm very invested, I'm aware of these blessings This is a therapy session, how I bury depression I share these confessions with the barest intentions Music can change the way that you wear an expression We don't appreciate the rain till the pavement dries So turn the bass up high and watch the pain subside 'Cause there were days when I truly prayed to die Music saved my life, this is how I stayed alive I wanna thank you for Everything you've done for me I wouldn't be the man I am Without your love for me I wanna thank you for Always being there for me I wanna pay you back For always takin' care of me I always thank God, first and foremost I felt cursed since birth, we were born broke Lord knows we were poor, couldn't afford clothes But you opened windows when the doors closed Without you, none of the rest would be possible I even thank you for the stress and the obstacles The hard to swallow truth and the lessons that taught me to Keep my head high and the rest will follow suit I wanna thank you with an open sincerity For this moment of clarity, the focus you share with me You gave me hope when they took me for a joke or a parody You showed the severity; when I was broken, you carried me I'm grateful for the strength you gave to never give up I'm thankful for every second that there's breath in my lungs My faith's true, I praise you for the message of love And I just wanna thank you for the blessings you brung I wanna thank you for Everything you've done for me I wouldn't be the man I am Without your love for me I wanna thank you for Always being there for me I wanna pay you back For always takin' care of me
13.
Redrum Soliloquies 04:08
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Yo This sound like something you can smoke and ride to, Foreign We goin' on a different kind of ride with a different kind of smoke though It's a special delivery Full of heavy artillery You'll never get rid of me No friends in the industry No enemy's killing me Spit it clever and brilliantly Your death is a symphony Redrum soliloquies I'm the one playin' the horror score In the trunk lay the forty-four Guns, blades, enormous swords Duct tape and chloroform But wait, there's more in store Equipped with hollows and that rider music Liquor bottles full of lighter fluid Hit the throttle, ignite and threw it We fry beef 'till it's dried out Turn down a side street and hide out Everyone inside asleep at your guy's house When I decide to creep, it's lights out You're lookin' in the face of true evil You ain't killing me, I'm too lethal This a trilogy with a few sequels Got the duct tape and a used needle In a black sedan for the backup plan Tell the fire department bring back up, man Extra trucks with extra hoses We got extra Guns 'n' extra Roses Use Your Illusion, distraction ploys Make sure everything in my path's destroyed Got the vantage point mapped and scoped With a massive scope on the Magnum toy You don't want beef, you just pack bologna Feed you shells like macaroni Full of acrimony for the rats and phonies Kidnap ya brodie with a glass of codeine Make his ass go to sleep No mask so he knows it's me Make sure the slit in his throat is deep And then let him roast in piece It's a special delivery Full of heavy artillery You'll never get rid of me No friends in the industry No enemy's killing me Spit it clever and brilliantly Your death is a symphony Redrum soliloquies Special delivery Full of heavy artillery You'll never get rid of me No friends in the industry No enemy's killing me Spit it clever and brilliantly Your death is a symphony Redrum soliloquies Heard ya talkin' trash like the waste man You should probably watch ya back, get your chain snatched Came back with a plan for the payback Now I gotta wash my hands with the Ajax Hit up different stores and we paid cash So your buddies on the force can't trace that Leave ya bloody on the floor like a cage match I'll Roc-A-fella, make his Dame Dash Stay strapped, .38 in the waistband .40 in the trunk with the pump and the face mask You can't even eat the crumbs off the placement Jakes come, play dumb whenever they ask Questions, please don't be stressing me We don't ever speak till detectives leave Use the weaponry effectively Preemptively and defensively My foes envy me, they won't get to me They need amphetamine, they low energy I got the TEC with me to sow entropy I'll blow seventeen from the M&P It's like a slaughterhouse the way we dead the beef Got a special K, no ketamine In the Chevrolet when we fled the scene With the rental plates just to exit clean Mention me, that's a stain on your legacy Wet your Jeep, leave ya brains on ya leather seat Machete spleens like a Jason and Freddy dream Hit the switch on the Glock like I pressed repeat You'll get bit by your dog, better check for fleas Shoot yourself in the foot if you step to me Or I'll do it for ya like Tory did to Megan's feet Allegedly It's a special delivery Full of heavy artillery You'll never get rid of me No friends in the industry No enemy's killing me Spit it clever and brilliantly Your death is a symphony Redrum soliloquies Special delivery Full of heavy artillery You'll never get rid of me No friends in the industry No enemy's killing me Spit it clever and brilliantly Your death is a symphony Redrum soliloquies The descent into madness You're watching it happen in real time
14.
Be You 04:40
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I just wanna live, I just wanna breathe Don't wanna fit in, I don't wanna be I don't wanna be you I just wanna be true True to myself, truly I felt That I was one-of-a-kind, you couldn't tell If I was gonna survive, but I will excel I'm gonna thrive, 'cause I will never be you It's frightening, I bring the lightning and thunder back If the rap scene's a damn tree, I'm a lumberjack Master of the humble brag, you're nothin', just another actor Tell these mumble rappers to enunciate I'm touchin' greatness, I say this 'cause confidence is key I might've struggled in the past, but not to a beat I'll never suffer from a lack of competency I'm not a wannabe; honestly, I only wanna be me So mission accomplished; language, I flip it for profit Wish I could quit my day job, it's gettin' monotonous But I got kids, I'm tryin' to pay tuition for college I'm on a mission from God and failure isn't an option They're sittin' and watchin', wishin' I'd slip and I'd fall This is ridiculous, all this hatred; I only show love They're tryin' to play childish games, but I'm a grown up It might just take some time and patience, but I'ma blow up I just wanna live, I just wanna breathe Don't wanna fit in, I don't wanna be I don't wanna be you I just wanna be true True to myself, truly I felt That I was one-of-a-kind, you couldn't tell If I was gonna survive, but I will excel I'm gonna thrive, 'cause I will never be you I'm tragically gifted, my family's indifferent To my damaged existence, my personality's addictive But I was never addicted to drugs Always stuck with the beer and the liquor to buzz I'm not an alcoholic, I don't use it to cover up the scars I hide Swallow pride, chase it with bourbon neat I'm tryin' to learn to be what my loved ones deserve of me Surely we can agree it'd be disturbingly egregious of me Not to turn the cheek, you live and you learn Bridges will burn eternally; currently, my biggest concern Is currency, it's hard to earn and keep But I earn my keep with urgency, assuredly The nerve of these people; you're see-through, I'll never be you Not quite through, I'm nothing like you and I won't change I'm grown now, turned a lone spark to a whole flame Got the know-how to go far doin' my own thang I just wanna live, I just wanna breathe Don't wanna fit in, I don't wanna be I don't wanna be you I just wanna be true True to myself, truly I felt That I was one-of-a-kind, you couldn't tell If I was gonna survive, but I will excel I'm gonna thrive, 'cause I will never be you I don't wanna be complacent; can't you see I'm actually Tryin' to reach for greatness; I live and breathe this, I never Wanna be a basic MC, let's face it Victory's so close, I can see and taste it Never gave in or gave up on the dreams I'm chasin' I make this music for me, I can see 'em hatin' They hope I fail, hopin' this'll be to no avail No publicity in the industry, got dope for sale I don't wanna go to jail, miss my kids growin' up And I don't want 'em to live like I did growin' up I won't ever be a drunk, addict, or junkie Like most everyone in my family but me I don't wanna die young, live old if I'm lucky Trust me, I'll never forget where I came from We don't march to the beat of the same drum It's a shame what fame does; if it calls, hang up
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Sick & Tired 04:23
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I'm so sick and tired Baptized in the fire You don't know my story Don't feel sorry for me I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired (I'm so sick and tired) Baptized in the fire like Richard Pryor (Baptized in the fire) I'm sick of bein' tired, tired of bein' sick (You don't know my story) That's probably something we can all be in agreement with (Don't feel sorry for me) I'm sick of feelin' I don't deserve shit I'm tired of the lazy people I work with I'm sick and tired of all this work when The money I earn gets spent before I earn it Look, I'm sick like when I had Covid I'm tired of feelin' so god damn broken I'm sick and tired of all these bad omens People'll stand over your casket with their hands open I'm sick of my business bein' where you keep your nose I'm tired of you worryin' what you don't need to know I'm sick and tired of fallin' asleep alone I might be better off six feet below I'm sick of feelin' I don't belong here I'm tired of dealin' with all the wrong fears I'm sick and tired, I hear the song clear God damn, last year was a long year! I'm sick, maybe it's the food I eat I'm tired, I might hit the snooze and sleep I'm sick and tired of who I used to be Truthfully, I'm not sure I'll make it through the week I'm so sick and tired Baptized in the fire You don't know my story Don't feel sorry for me I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired (I'm so sick and tired) Baptized in the fire like Richard Pryor (Baptized in the fire) I'm sick of bein' tired, tired of bein' sick (You don't know my story) That's probably something we can all be in agreement with (Don't feel sorry for me) I'm sick and tired of pricks and liars I dismiss the ire of rich advisors All the pill suppliers these kids admire All these critics hired to kick the tires All the bitter rivals that criticize us Try to minimize what we legitimize but I've been spittin' fire over synthesizers Since these guys were just little kids in diapers I'm sick of threats and disrespect Like you ain't think I'd hear about that shit you said? I'm sick of stress, I been depressed Pissed these kids are fed prescription meds I'm tired of you lyin', lay that shit to rest I'm tired of the drip on your wrist and neck When I'm thinkin' mine might get slit instead I ain't talkin' diamonds if I'm dripped in red I'm tired of subliminals sent in my direction I'm tired of political correctness Sick of division, they split us into sections I'm sick when they listen but didn't get the message I'm sick of stressin' over imperfections Sick of feelin' cursed by the gift I'm blessed with Sick of the urge to get the Smith and Wesson I'm sick and concerned over rigged elections Sick of the terms of a prison sentence Sick of snitches tellin', witness protection Did I forget to mention all the misconceptions All the misinformation and misdirection I'm sick of the narrative and your plan to control it Sick and embarrassed with the lack of emotion Sick of Americans who demanded this woke shit If you a man, why you act like a whole bitch? I'm sick of bein' stabbed in the back By family that act like my sanity's whacked They wanna judge me without havin' the facts Next time you touch me, bet that be your last I'm sick of bein' damaged; damn it, I'm mad Can't stand it, always bein' manic and sad I'm sick and tired of the panic attacks God damn it, I just want my happiness back! I'm so sick and tired Baptized in the fire You don't know my story Don't feel sorry for me I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired (I'm so sick and tired) Baptized in the fire like Richard Pryor (Baptized in the fire) I'm sick of bein' tired, tired of bein' sick (You don't know my story) That's probably something we can all be in agreement with (Don't feel sorry for me)
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Vibe 03:48
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(I just wanna) Vibe with you I can't keep my eyes off you (You know the vibes) I can change your mind very easily (I just wanna vibe with you) You should stay the night, stay the week with me (I can't keep my eyes off you) You said you wanna slide? Baby, we can leave She said she ain't a vibe, she a frequency How you get that ass in them jeans? Bend over, you might split them pants at the seams You the baddest in sweatpants and a Champion tee And I can actually see there's no panties beneath No need for all these fashion boutiques Alexander McQueen, Birkin bags, or Celine Doesn't matter to me if it's fancy or cheap You look classy and chic in pajamas and sneaks We keep it old school like a classic Caprice Each kiss is so new; it's like candy, it's sweet A lady in the streets; so much class, you could teach But go crazy in the sheets, you the nastiest freak You're still the same girl I knew back as a teen You age like fine wine, pour a glass of Chablis Take a bite out of that apple like Adam and Eve Forbidden fruit, you livin' proof; I'm just glad I can be (The one to) Vibe with you I can't keep my eyes off you (You know the vibes) I can change your mind very easily (I just wanna vibe with you) You should stay the night, stay the week with me (I can't keep my eyes off you) You said you wanna slide? Baby, we can leave She said she ain't a vibe, she a frequency You like A.I., the way you handle the D I guess that's why you the Question and the Answer for me You a blessin' I was glad to receive Shot my shot, I ain't even have to practice my three I wanna thank your mom and your dad for the genes I wanna add some branches to your family tree If lovin' you's a crime, this my insanity plea If it's famine or feast, I'ma manage to eat You had me buyin' a ring in a matter of weeks I can be your king and the man of your dreams You the only one I'd wanna have as a queen We can be happy and free in a palace of peace They say time is money like a Patek Phillipe And you can't get it back even if you have the receipt Never take it for granted, let it vanish or flee You could vibe with anyone, I'm just glad that it's me (That gets to) Vibe with you I can't keep my eyes off you (You know the vibes) I can change your mind very easily (I just wanna vibe with you) You should stay the night, stay the week with me (I can't keep my eyes off you) You said you wanna slide? Baby, we can leave She said she ain't a vibe, she a frequency I could see the love in your eyes From the first time that you ever jumped in my ride I could tell it wasn't just for the night Ain't no lust to disguise, I got nothin' to hide I ain't tryin' to fuss or to fight You're the only one that I trust with my life I can never get enough of the drug you supply Get me drunk, get me high off a touch, make me fly Every time we fuck, say it's mine I'ma beat it like a drum from behind Or we can make love if you like You the sun when it shine, got me comin' alive I can treat you like a slut or a wife I can eat you like it's lunch, we can dine Yeah, that cat got my tongue and it's tied You the one, you a dime; I love how we vibe Vibe with you I can't keep my eyes off you (You know the vibes) I can change your mind very easily (I just wanna vibe with you) You should stay the night, stay the week with me (I can't keep my eyes off you) You said you wanna slide? Baby, we can leave She said she ain't a vibe, she a frequency (You know the vibes)
17.
Go Kyle 03:47
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Yo I'm goin' Kyle Kenosha Kyle (If I) introduce myself as Gerald, I don't like you Introduce yourself to the barrel of my rifle I'm tryin' to get these Foreigns like Fivi and go viral Bitch, I won't ignore it; don't try me, I'll go Kyle Go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle I'll go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle Go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle But I don't fight, I shoot; so I'll snipe you Look, I'm here while it lasts Ain't got no fear of no man All of my peers kissin' ass It doesn't appear that I am I don't adhere to a plan, bitch I'll do some serious damage Fly like a Lear, call me Captain Now we are clear for the landin' I am on my own fuckin' wavelength I am like Stallone in his heyday I am like Capone with an AK You are just a clone tryin' to save face Listen, I do what I like Bitch, don't ruin my vibe I sort the truth from the lies My soldiers shootin' on sight You might take two to the spine You sat your crew on the pine You think we're losin' this time But I think we're doin' just fine Ain't no one stoppin' my shine I got a lot on my mind Commas and dollar signs I'm tryin' to shop in Dubai I am like Pac in his prime I am like Optimus Prime Transform at the drop of the dime Eleven shots in the nine Introduce myself as Gerald, I don't like you Introduce yourself to the barrel of my rifle I'm tryin' to get these Foreigns like Fivi and go viral Bitch, I won't ignore it; don't try me, I'll go Kyle Go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle I'll go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle Go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle But I don't fight, I shoot; so I'll snipe you Won't leave no holes in the wall Unless it's some bullets involved Hollows will go through ya jaw We run when police are called We got fullys and all, bitch Just some bullies with tall clips Leave ya homie unconscious And you know we don't squash shit You can dig your own fuckin' grave, bitch Gunpowder cologne is my fragrance I am in the zone and they hate it I bet you will atone for your statements You could say the pistol got anger issues It'll bang and hit you and the strangers with you Do the same again to whoever came to get you It's dangerous if you got the gang against you It's a violent thrill when it's time to kill We do grime and drill, on the mic and real Life and still never signed a deal It takes minor skill to make a viral reel Come from mobile homes and Smack DVDs Broken phones and cracked TV screens We don't even speak the same language It ain't a game, bitch; you can't ragequit We exchange clips, no videos If you didn't know, keep the pistol close Back when Covid had the whole city closed We were outside, no winter coats (And I'd) Introduce myself as Gerald, I don't like you Introduce yourself to the barrel of my rifle I'm tryin' to get these Foreigns like Fivi and go viral Bitch, I won't ignore it; don't try me, I'll go Kyle Go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle I'll go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle Go Kyle; bitch, I'll go Kyle But I don't fight, I shoot; so I'll snipe you
18.
Foreign on the Beat (Remix) 04:00
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I got Foreign on the beat (Remix!) They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees) According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit) Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch) I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch) Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit) Whether it's the Porsches or the beats (Or the beats) I'll never put a foreign on a lease (Never) I'm just tryin' to put some Forgis on the feet (On the feet, bitch) Floor it, hit the corner, and then flee, no fake shit (No fake shit) We heard you been reportin' to police (To police, bitch) You just wanna be the story of the week (Of the week, bitch) Scorch 'em with the heat, flame-broilin' the beef They sure to have this chorus on repeat, we make hits (We make hits) Ain't nobody else in the state this hot I'm at home on these beats, I'm 'bout to change the locks And we all know you paid for the plays you got Should slap the shit outta your mom 'cause she raised a thot If it's beef at stake, then we came with sauce But don't be a cheapskate, bring filet mignon These pagans thought they could slay me like I'd take a loss I rose after three days and became a god Flashin' cash on the 'gram like you make a lot But you only show a little like an ankle sock It'd be shame to watch 'em kill ya for that chain ya rock And leave ya body in a Mercedes drop in a vacant lot I'm headed for the Hall of Fame at the pace I'm on I played your song, saw the movie that you based it on This a banger, it's another Foreign Made It bop The bass'll knock so hard it'll break the knob I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat) They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees) According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit) Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch) I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch) Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit) Ain't a fuckin' thing nice on these streets, it's war You said you got more stripes than an Adidas store Rappers claim they gang bang, they just CB4 They lame, I ain't played games since PS4 GX4, twelve shots through your Bimmer door Point blank, blow ya brains on the seat and floor Turn your carpet red, MTV Awards They gon' know you really dead when TMZ reports Light up ya whole block just to even scores Send you a round of shots, El Jimador Have ya talkin' to ya squad through a Ouija board Catch another body before yours even leave the morgue They like "Nati, what the fuck you need a remix for?" Especially when you ain't even get a feature for it This is peak performance, the streets support it, the beats are Foreign So act like you been here before and repeat the chorus I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat) They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees) According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit) Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch) I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch) Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit) I'll spaz out on any track that Foreign made And you can take that to the bank, JPMorgan Chase Push your fuckin' wig back like Tory Lanez You were talkin' shit before, now the story changed I'm from the Murdah Mytten, homie, I was born and raised We heard ya snitchin', turnin' witness for the state We'll have ya missin' before the first chorus plays And they won't find ya before the first 48 I never claimed to be a gangsta or dealer But if you push the right buttons, you gon' make a killer I was raised in the jungle with the snakes and gorillas Tried to make pets out of wolves and they ate ya for dinner Think the danger is little, it ain't safe in the middle If you ain't got an angel that's with ya, then Satan will get ya Pray for the sinners; street gospel, I'm changin' the scripture If you check the tracking info, it's gon' say he delivered I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat) They can't seem to see the forest for the trees (For the trees) According to your peeps, you're too corny to compete Ain't my fault they find it borin' when you speak, that's lame shit (That's lame shit) Won't no label take a portion of the fee (Of the fee, bitch) I just need 'em to support it in the streets (In the streets, bitch) Up in the mornin' while you're snorin' in your sleep Hit the studio, record it, and release, same day shit (Same day shit) I got Foreign on the beat (On the beat) Everything I spit is important and unique (Unique, bitch) Starin' at my shorty, she's so gorgeous when she sleeps I might go and drop your mortgage on a ring (On a ring) You ain't from here, you a tourist in the streets (In the streets, bitch) Might cop the Taurus GX4 because it's cheap (I did!) In the Chevy with the heat on the floor or on the seat Never see me in a Ford or in a Jeep (Never)
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Blood 04:25
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Yo They say I changed like my phone number But have you ever felt betrayed by your own mother? My own niece, own sisters, and my own brother There's no peace, I don't miss ya, and I don't trust ya All I got is my girl, kids, and parents now And those the only people that I care about So if you cross me, we can air it out Hope you're embarrassed how your dirty laundry's shared around Finally revealed how you feel, kept it buried down Now I can see it clear why you wear that frown After all these years, your welcome is wearin' out Don't look in the mirror if you're scared of clowns You can keep your fake support Public opinion, you can have your day in court It's funny how one thing you say can force A man to change his course and plan, of course it can Stay reportin' back but ignore the facts Think 'cause we're related, you get some sorta pass Think 'cause you can fight, you can endure the wrath Of the Taurus that I'm sure to pack, swords can clash I don't fuck with you, it's clear who's in the wrong Now you just reduced to lyrics in a song But through this music, my spirit will live on All you gotta do is tune in to hear it when I'm gone And I'm sick of actin' like you kicked the habit 'Cause you skipped the crack and prescription tablets If you still smoke weed, you're still an addict Not to mention the liquor you fill your glass with Now you actin' like you're sober and deserve awards Like you ain't thirsty for another bourbon pour Angel with broken wings, I learned to soar Scars on my arms that I earned from war Y'all act like ya never saw a bridge burn before I know Scarface taught you that the world is yours But there's lines you don't cross, you'll get murdered for I know you mad at the world 'cause your girl's a whore But shit, that ain't our fault in the least She belong to the streets, keep your dog on a leash You should get that bitch a collar for fleas And Cesar Milan to teach her how to follow your lead Szechuan Don, I brought the sauce for the beef So you better watch how the fuck you talkin' to me 'Cause I don't squabble, I'll blow the top off your bean Easier than you can take the top off your Jeep So watch the topics you speak on and repeat 'Cause talk is cheap, say what you want about me But don't speak about a man's kids, mom, or his queen I'll let the Kay Slay any drama you bring (Rest in peace!) Let the Uzi speak, make you ooze and leak You just seem to play hard through computer screens I bet the AR change the tune you sing It'll make graveyards from reunion scenes .223s will chew through trees Might shake your family tree, make it lose some leaves I ain't losin' sleep over fools and thieves I had a lucid dream, Martin Luther King No respect for a man that put his hands on a woman Or racists that say shit they actually shouldn't The truth is the proof they demand's in the pudding Ten toes down, I can stand where you couldn't Told my life story over 808s No one to fight for me or to pave the way Never held back, that's what made me great The blood on our hands may stain the same But tell me how do we relate (We don't) Cut the grass, put a bounty on the snakes Your dad tried to drown me in a lake You saved me, lookin' back it probably counts as a mistake You could say that it came back to bite you in the ass I don't play that, won't be no "fight me like a man" I got the pistol on my side and the rifle in my hand And I'll lay your bitch ass out right where you stand Yeah I will defend myself And my loved ones We ain't loved ones just 'cause it was love once You ain't shit to me No role models, that's history Better learn from it or let that shit repeat I can be the most hated, let the list increase Won't be no glimpse of peace when I'm sixty-three I'll take a grudge to the grave Aim for the jugular vein I got nothin' to say You can speak to the pump or the K You shouldn't have put your nose in my business You side switchin' every five minutes You ain't got no sense of loyalty You get the same respect you show to me You can keep your ass from 'round me You should've let your daddy drown me The blood that makes us related Is the same that my back bleeds when you stab me But that don't make us family, understand me? Blood don't make us family Nah Blood don't make us family
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Masada 03:22
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Look at the charts, how they market all this dumb evil Every number one single's just another club jingle Glorifying drug use to these young people It's horrifying, they should teach you that these drugs lethal They wanna take your guns but give the slums needles They pump the drugs that get these Young Thugs RICO Keep a nine for the opps but my guns legal Keep my eyes on the cops 'cause they hunt people That's why we don't speak to detectives This my God given right, I don't need an amendment What the fuck I look like not keepin' a weapon? How you achieve peace without a piece to protect it? Yeah, better to have it and not need it 'Cause best believe he got it, you get shot and won't stop bleeding You'll get popped by the cops if you're caught fleeing The block feeds off of lost lives and lost freedom Yeah, around here they let the tools spit Homicide over dollar signs or some fool shit Seen a dude get shot and killed on a news clip And the shooter was a kid I went to school with They both lost their lives for a bitch Never know when it's your time, keep a nine and a clip I got mine, he got his; 'cause it's crime where I live Catch a knife to ya ribs for the ice on ya wrist Yeah, that's what happens if you're unarmed Would you rather see a casket or a gun charge? I'll be damned if my daughter or my son starve That's why I treat the Masada just like a punch card One in the chamber, that's a freebie Better run, you're in danger when you see me He tried to be a gangster, it ain't like it is on TV Ain't think he'd feel the pain, eating Vicodin like Wheaties Yeah, he tried to do dirt with the Goonies And found out it doesn't work like the movies Try to protect the turf with a toolie And end up gettin' merked for some jewelry Get shot for your watch and some earrings The pop from the gunshots make your ears ring Get robbed for your drop and Amiris Tried to floss and it costed him dearly And I wonder will they miss me when I'm gone I'll show up at your door if you diss me on a song Roll up in the foreign, put the glizzy on ya mom While your kids outside playin' frisbee on the lawn You lie in songs, they gon' use it as evidence Producing firearms that you shoot or you threaten with They'll never get me to give proof or confess to shit But I never treat my guns with abuse or with negligence If they show up at my residence and try to collect the kit That I invested in and I use to protect it with His head'll spin all the way around like The Exorcist I'll start sprayin' rounds and I'll empty clips Second Amendment is how we protected the first They out here sellin' drugs right next to the church And you really think this gun is a threat that is worse? It ain't one if you give it the respect it deserves It ain't a problem when they glamorizing takin' drugs But honestly, Nati seems to do the same with guns Probably, but used properly, they don't endanger none And they can save you from a price you gotta pay in blood
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Idc (Remix) 03:33
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I don't care About the platinum and gold The cash and the clothes The Lam or how fast that you drove I don't care About the mansions and homes The Xans and the coke And all that other trash you promote I don't care About the raps that you wrote Or the fact that you don't The man behind the pad is a ghost I don't care About the stats or the quotes How you imagine you're dope And you're surpassing the GOATs You should probably watch the way that you speak to me now If you wanna walk away with all your teeth in your mouth There’s a decent amount of people out beefin’ for clout Hip-hop ain’t dead, it just fell asleep on the couch These rappers rock designers they can’t even pronounce Showin’ out on social media, they tweetin’ it out Postin’ about all the money that they keep in accounts You might as well just give these goons the keys to your house These pricks will tell you they rich when their whip’s a rental They’re quick to sell you a script full of bricks and metal Like building supplies, but they don’t ever list credentials They’re spittin’ these lies over the same instrumentals What the fuck I look like tryin’ to lease a beat? Better get some exclusives to compete with me Your new shit sounds like a scene from Glee You don’t get a seat at the table just to eat for free, morhafucka I don't care About the platinum and gold The cash and the clothes The Lam or how fast that you drove I don't care About the mansions and homes The Xans and the coke And all that other trash you promote I don't care About the raps that you wrote Or the fact that you don't The man behind the pad is a ghost I don't care About the stats or the quotes How you imagine you're dope And you're surpassing the GOATs (That's laughable, bro)
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Tit for Tat (Remix) 03:38
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Got these rap dudes pissed and mad I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat If you get us, we'll get you back Get your wig split in half for fifty racks Got these rap dudes pissed and mad You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack Pics with bands on Instagram We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash You don’t wanna throw barbs at the king I’ll throw your body in the harbor with a carton of tea Push your fuckin’ wig back like your barber’s asleep Tit for tat, the villain’s back; I’m carvin’ a niche All that I see is clowns like it’s carnival week Claim he a boss, but he look like a target to me Be careful startin’ your Jeep when it’s parked on the street Talk is cheap, but you speak to the sergeant for free I heard they gettin’ features from these artists for cheap But I won’t cheapen my artwork regardless of fees It’s hard to believe they’re fallin’ for these fraudulent schemes Wear my heart on my sleeve, put it in the bars I unleash Only rap to beats I own, I don’t borrow or lease To each his own, we’re either gonna starve or we feast Leave me alone, keep the chrome in the car on the seat If he has chose to be Capone, I’ll leave a scar on his cheek, mothafucka Got these rap dudes pissed and mad I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat If you get us, we'll get you back Get your wig split in half for fifty racks Got these rap dudes pissed and mad You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack Pics with bands on Instagram We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash The emcee your friends worship; don’t rap, I pen sermons The TEC squirtin’, turn his white tee to a red version You would think it’s Alien, the way his chest bursted They can’t put him back together with ten surgeons How the heck y’all recycling guest verses? I’m willin’ to bet it wasn’t likely his best purchase Dawg, you could’ve bought your kids some shoes A Christmas gift or two or maybe fixed your tooth (eww) Ain’t talkin’ British food, brought the biscuits through The only time you on the block is that list you use I heard your mixtape, the shit came with mixed reviews (6.2) I bet you wish you never lit this fuse These pricks will do anything for Insta views Go against the crew? Bitch, I predict your doom Hope you enjoy the little view from your hospital room Death is certain, you better pray it’s instant too Got these rap dudes pissed and mad I'm spittin' facts, don't you know it's tit for tat If you get us, we'll get you back Get your wig split in half for fifty racks Got these rap dudes pissed and mad You're spittin' trash, everything you've written's wack Pics with bands on Instagram We'll hit your pad with sticks and masks and lift your stash

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released September 20, 2022

Produced by Foreign Made It

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A Rapper Named Nati Three Rivers, Michigan

Three Rivers, MI, based hip-hop artist A Rapper Named Nati has been penning rhymes since 1996. He met Dutch producer Rob Maestro in high school, circa 2004. Fifteen years later, the pair have been anointed Self-Proclaimed Kings. (Pronounced “notty.”)

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