Late 808

It’s been raining all night

Good times, good times

There’s gonna be good times, good times

I know there’s gonna be-

Work every day ’til me meet ends

Haffi tun it up pon weekends

Buss a toast, be a real friend

Tell me weh yuh drinking, cah

But I’m hungry, so hungry

Need my family tree next to a money tree

With a bunch of leaves in the Garden of Eden

With a bunch of Eves, no fruit punch for me

I sip from the Fountain of Youth

So if I die young, blame the juice

Bury me in New Orleans

Tombstone reads: “Don’t cry, stay tuned.”

Bring me back to life

Got to lose a life just to have a life

But if heaven’s as good as advertised

I want a triple extension on my motherf…..’ afterlife

Rest in paradise

‘Nother backend, I’m back on the road

Flooded Patek, paid off a show

Drippin’ this rare, more this Vlone

Hoes by the pair, I’m never alone

Sleep on the Lear, Comme des Garçons

Drop eight in a two, and let it dissolve

Balmain my denim, young Gun wanna ball

Rock the whole concert and hopped in a frog

My foreign’s a toy, I’m still a kid

Ten K this year for Coachella, it’s lit

Bro got umbrellas to cover her wig

Open Ceremony, left them in a trench

Lightning bolt diamonds ’cause I want revenge

We straight like a line man, I really got rich

Some more fancy yellow diamonds in my piss

Don’t get it confused, I’m still bangin’ the six

New Cartier, Gunna a don

N….. tryna soak up the drip like a sponge

Hate just contagious, I keep me a gun

I’m focused on makin’ that M in a month

Baby order twenty thousand in ones

Walk in and buy, I’m not asking how much

Red on the bottom, you need to catch up

Consistently droppin’, I need me a dub

I wanna turn up the loft
I want strawberries with Voss
I want a Gucci hat
I wonder why these n….. rap
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I”ma get it (Skr Skr)
I wanna ratchet lil baby
I want my frames from the 80’s (Skr Skr)
I wanna rock that Rick Owens
I want The Recipe blowin
I want it so ima go get it
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)
I want it so I’ma go get it (Skr Skr)

You say you never saw this comin’, well you’re not alone

Million dollar renovations to a happy home

My ex says she gave me the best years of her life

I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right

All that I want

Is to wake up fine

Tell me that I’m all right

That I ain’t gonna die

All that I want

Is a hole in the ground

You can tell me when it’s alright

For me to come out

You know how the paigon chit-chat goes

I like Rs and Vs and Os

I don’t really play no tic-tac-toe

Been with Chubbs through highs and lows

We seen man last night, they froze

Wasn’t no cameras, wasn’t no pose

Just like that one time at ‘Chella

Good thing man weren’t pullin’ out phones

Young Sheck Wes, I’m like the f….. Green Goblin

So he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears

And then she tell me and I be all ears

And then I go and tell my people and they already know him

And then I call Liz and she say he comin’ over

I say, “Good girl, just remember what I told ya”

She gave me the salute, I say, “Girl, you’re a soldier”

We’re waitin’ outside, watch him pull up

Walk up to the door and right before he knock

She open the door naked, she left it unlocked

They started French kissin’ so he didn’t see moi

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch

Music up loud with his head in the clouds

Turn that shit down and I scared the piss out of him

Piss a n…. off, put a gun to his frown

N…., turn around, I ain’t here to fuck around

I ain’t here to f… around, caught you wit’ your pants down

You know what it is, put your f….. hands up

Liz, that’s enough, you can put your hands down

And then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her

She a good actress and you a dead actor

You’ll be dead after we get what we’re after

If Liz call you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh

Strawberries cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring

My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to

A song that I had only sang to just a few

She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time

And I will give to you summer wine

Ohh-oh-oh summer wine

Place your love on all my pain

How you mince my heart oh darling

Everything I’ve done you knew you known

I ain’t really never had a home

Damn I really hate feeling alone

Maybe you can make me feel at home, baby

2 AM, my mind’s on us

All my friends out to the club

Saw you there, they said you’re numb

Numb to the pain, oh how you changed

It’s not ’bout the girls, it’s not ’bout the fame

Blowin’ the clouds, tonight it will rain

You havin’ fun, this isn’t a game, oh yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I’m living in that 21st Century, doing something mean to it

Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it

Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it

I guess every superhero need his theme music

Biblical sky speckled with flame

Do you hold your mother’s eyes

From wetting the earth?

From weeping for those

Who reward fame to absolutes of war?

Or for heroic myths

Provided to children

Married into ferocity?

They instead witness themselves

All in your mind with fears that would come true

The back of my mind, the back of my mind was you

Wishing that I could blind myself from view

And only have eyes, and only have eyes for you

Cause every time I make a move they be sweating me

They want another black man in penitentiary

It’s even hard for that man standing next to me

Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me

It’s like every step bring me close to destiny

And every breath I get closer to the death of me

I’m just tryna carry out my own legacy

But the place I call home ain’t letting me

‘Til you own your own you can’t be free

‘Til you’re on your own you can’t be me

How we still slaves in 2016?

Key to life, keep a bag comin’

Every night another bag comin’

I ain’t been asleep since ’96

I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids

Whole lotta styles, can’t even pronounce the name

You ain’t got no style, see you on my Instagram

I be rockin’ it like it’s fresh out the pan

Only when I’m takin’ pics, I’m the middleman

And then I’ll write you a song

You might hear it on the radio

Baby, you never know

But it’s gonna be just about you and me

How much I miss you

You’re the one that got away

You’re gonna hear your song someday

I see this life

Like a swinging vine

Swing my heart across the line

In my faces flashing signs

Seek it out and ye shall find

The old, but I’m not that old

Young, but I’m not that bold

And I don’t think the world is sold

I’m just doing what we’re told

I, feel something so right

Doing the wrong thing

I, feel something so wrong

But doing the right thing

I could lie, could lie, could lie

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

My night runs into morning, all the time

And through my phone I’m scrolling, bang my line

Off that drank it’s hard to focus (focus)

Seems like I am always chosen by romantics that are hopeless

But you different than these women

Got me coming back

Can’t let anybody have you

Can’t have none of that

I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings

Coming down is the hardest thing

I wish you would step back from that ledge, my friend

You could cut ties with all the lies that you’ve been living in

And if you do not want to see me again

I would understand, I would understand

They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides

R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’

VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list

I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men

I like me a boujee h.. from Normandie and Western

2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)

I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (bigger ring)

Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue

Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging

You wanna sail away

Into a setting sun

Throw it all away

For your only one

I tried to pull away

You said I’m too far gone

I’m like “How long this hard-to-get role lasting?”

She said “I don’t know, it depends who’s asking”

I been drinkin’ lately I might act up

Over the mountain watching the watcher

Breaking the darkness

Waking the grapevine

One inch of love is one inch of shadow

Love is the shadow that ripens the wine

With my best friend

7-11 (yeah)

We go legend, we go legend (yeah, yeah)

We go legend, we go legend (alright)

We go legend, we go legend, yeah

With my best friend

7-11 (yeah)

We go legend (go), we go legend (go), yeah (yeah)

We go legend (go), we go legend (go legend)

We go legend, we go legend, yeah (straight)

We want to go inside the cold

It’s like a tomb, but it’s something to hold

And in the time before it ends

When the stillness bends

Big shot (hol’ up, wait) peanut butter insides (no)

Outside, cocaine white, body look like Gentiles (Gentiles)

Emotional, ‘motional, ‘motional, ‘motional

Why you emotional? Why you emotional?

Ah, bitch, you emotional, yeah

Hungry artists or starvin’ artists

In the kitchen, restaurant and cafeterias

Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference

Better pay the difference to the racketeers

Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors

Now the artificial become sacrificial

That’s a body count, where the mathematician?

Black shades on my face so you can’t see my eyes