And yes I brought some powerful people with me! All my niggas from town to town
All my people from nation to nation, yes I brought somethin’ powerful with me! And we’d like to present somethin’ we call More Than Music
[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
Niggas clap to the flow they applaud my music
We do this for the love Duke this is More Than Music
1’s for the money and 2’s for the show and
3’s for the Cadillac ridin’ on vogues, man
Can you imagine how we smashin’
This motherfuckin’ game we got a right to braggin’
I ain’t with the talkin’ fam I see you and attack
And we the Byrdgang I threw this eagle on my back
The Bronx is where I reside haze got me hizzigh
I hustle to get rich; you hustle just to get by
How you cook your coke I ice water with mine
I’ll burn all my money before I give a bitch mine
Picture Rell trickin’ on ’em
They not envelopes picture Rell lickin’ on ’em
The game switchin’ on ’em
Still over the stove cookin’ that raw
And I analyzed the game when Killa took me on tour
All the G’s salutin’ me bitches screamin’ my name
Felt good to be on stage rocks gleam from the chain
I put my life on paper when I record my music
You can look me in my eyes and see it’s More Than Music

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Me I still tag play the groupies
At the Waldorf tryin to valet the hooptie
Sazzae a hoochie with bags made of Gucci
And truly take her to a ballet and movie
What you ain’t understadin’ shorty
Picture me blam the 40
I got a line up of killas tha’tll just blam you for me
Cause when I’m out its like Girls Gone Wild
Soon as I lift up my shirt the cameras on me
I freak a land of hoes sittin’ on that Phantom Rolls
Pound down an O roll it in Habana golds
Sinatra dutches you gots to love it
Addressin’ like dressin’ catch up/ketchup the drop is mustard
See how I switch fag Jag with the rip rag
How many rides I own never been to Six Flags
If the bitch ask for me to really trick bags
I tell her kiss ass hit her with a Kiss laugh
Snitch you should go gossip with the chicks
I’m logically the shit a bottle full of Cris
That’s Prada on my kicks your wife all on my dick
A pimp check the blue mink pocket full of chips
A lot of y’all sick corner based snort this tape
And when I rap scrap they say Lord have sake
The six-minute prince every rapper sorta hate
Cause I do it no pause breathers nor water breaks
They boy get stupid ain’t no more to me
Ain’t no more to see, I’m More Than Music
So the dudes lust ’em it’s a movement fuck ’em
Writers Block for the hell of it and Duke Production [Intro: Duke Da God]
In the beginnin’ of this movement it was all a dream
The passion, the dedication, the persistence
To achieve greatness, to reach each and every speaker from here on out
We didn’t land on the rock, we moved the rock
All my niggas from state to state.

[Intro: Smokepurpp]
Till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lil purpp
[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I be countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
[Verse 1: Smokepurpp]
Hop out the whip, i’m in the kitchen i whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I’m the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don’t miss
Smokin’ on gas in the VIP, poppin’ champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, nigga be quiet cuz you can get bitched
I keep a chopper it’s loaded, hop out the rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin’ yo thot yeah I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin’ on xannies and poppin’ on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey

[Hook: Smokepurpp]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe (Skrr skrr)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot (yeah!)
Diamond teeth (shine), diamonds white and pink (it’s lit)
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads
[Hook: Smokepurpp & Travis Scott]
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue
Till my fingers blue, till my fingers blue
I like countin’ hunnids till my fingers blue

[Verse 1]
And I need your love, I need you here with me
And I don’t care ’bout much else
And I know it’s hard for five million reasons
But I don’t think I could wait
[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh
[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you
[Verse 2]
And I need someone to lay down beside me
‘Cause I can’t sleep by myself
And my poor old heart’s in five million pieces
Now I’m asking for your help
[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh

[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you
[Bridge]
You-ah
You-ah
[Pre-Chorus]
When I’m feeling your love it’s like a wind that blows
I can’t give up and I can’t let go
I won’t give up, I won’t lose
When I’m broken down and I’m bruised
I’m gonna get myself back home to you, ooh
[Chorus]
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you-ah
Only you

It’s You and You alone
Burning in my heart (my heart, my heart, my heart)
Oh lover of my soul (lover of my soul)
Keep me in Your arms forever
Oh lover of my soul (lover of my soul)
I am forever Yours (I am forever Yours, forever Yours)
Oh lover of my soul It’s You and You alone
Burning in my heart
Oh lover of my soul
[Verse 2]
You’re my one true love
Every breathe is Yours
Hear my greatest song
I love You Lord, I love You Lord

[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, all my heart belongs, to You
Jesus, every heartbeat longs, for You
[Chorus 2]
Oh lover of my soul
Pull me in Your arms forever! It’s You and You alone
Burning in my heart
Oh lover of my soul
Keep me in Your arms forever
Oh lover of my soul
I am forever Yours
[Bridge]
Fall in this place
Fall in this place
Fall in this place
Fall in this place
Fall in this place (King of glory come)
Fall in this place (King of glory come)
Fall in this place (King of glory come!)
Fall in this place
[Chorus 2]
Oh lover of my soul
Pull me in Your arms forever! [Verse 1]
King of glory come
I surrender all
Hear my sinful soul
I love You Lord, I love You Lord
King of heaven come
Let Your presence fall
You’re saving, You’re strong
I love You Lord, I love You Lord
[Pre-Chorus]
Jesus, all my heart belongs, to You
Jesus, every heartbeat longs, for You
[Chorus 1]
Oh lover of my soul
Pull me in Your arms forever!

Ball forever, nigga! Aye, aye, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight
I’m with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (hahahahah)
They was representing for Trump real tight
But we in this motherfucker real tight
Nigga, ain’t left, everything right
Nigga, I’m tight! Nigga, fuck you talking about? I’m ready, you ready? [Skit]
Nah bruh (huh?)
What you talking bout, homes? [Intro]
Bounce, bounce
Me and my two, okay
Me and my two, alright, me and my two, okay
[Verse]
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
I’m Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly
I pull up to your hood, just let me know when you ready
I’m rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-mm
Hold on, chill out, please give me a second
I’m drowsy off a Xan, nigga legs is spaghetti
Cut all of the bullshit, nigga chop the confetti
You ready? I’m ready, uh, alright
Never sell weed cause I’m smoke it too much
I fuck up the pack, I don’t fuck with the sack
And I mean the bread come quick, he told me bring him 300
I brought him excuses and like 200 or something
I mean most of y’all niggas love drugs like me
Love me like drugs, bitch I might be
Yo’ love light bulb, turn on lights please
Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze
I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance
I was moving too fast, I ain’t hear what you said
We was celebrating life, tryna get to the fetty
But me and my two niggas, we like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

[Outro]
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Nigga, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy
Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd ‘n’ Eddy, damn

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
I’m rappin’ work just to keep the [?] away
After proper preparation then get sent away
In and out the game I made a smooth getaway
Who’d ever knew that I’d be rappin’ work a different way
You niggas can’t fit my pants, socks, or my shoes
Barely payin’ rent, how the fuck you pay some dudes
I got my cars and my jewelry, oh I love my grind
You niggas ain’t sold a brick until you wrote a rhyme
I see you rap niggas like hangin’ out with ratchets
What makes it worse you suckers like to run in packs
My lil’ nigga ridin’ round with 30 in his Glock
He only shoot to kill he don’t give no warnin’ shots
Every city, every hood its the same story
Niggas [?] for a moment of glory
Gettin’ money is my job and my past time
You suckas only rappin’
Boy I live this life of crime
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Boy respecting where I’m at
[?] but I don’t need a pass
Loyalty over the cash
Got my whole life sittin’ in this stash
For a whip movin’ fast
I don’t move if it ain’t about the cash
Duckin’ suckas in the [?]
You gon’ die if I don’t pop up without the mask

[Verse 2: Yowda]
Feelin’ like the realest which is fat nigga
Ask around how I’m 50 round at nigga
Poppin’ up a flat throw it back quicka’
Catch a op, I’ma put him on his back nigga
Stop, I [?] rap niggas
Should’a ran how I motherfuckin’ clock niggas
Anywhere I go, I got nigga
Couple racks, then we fuckin’ up the sacks nigga
I just got a nigga
It wasn’t robbery until I shot a nigga
Hunnid xans in the locker nigga
For a dolla’ I’ll break em’ up proper nigga
And my nigga Yowda got a lot of niggas
Maserati drop head, whole lot nigga
Nigga gettin’ big guap nigga
In the kitchen fuckin’ up the hole pot nigga
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Boy respecting where I’m at
[?] but I don’t need a pass
Loyalty over the cash
Got my whole life sittin’ in this stash
For a whip movin’ fast
I don’t move if it ain’t about the cash
Duckin’ suckas in the [?]
You gon’ die if I don’t pop up without the mask

Whose is it? Is it mine? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it? Is it mine? Whose is it? [Verse 1: RJmrLA]
Hit me when you choose up
Hit when you high or when you sober
Maybe we can both nut
And if we do this one time, it’s for both of us
Baby, do you hear? Is it mine when I want it? Is it mine when you greedy? Is it mine? (Whose is it? Let me know, whose is it? Whose is it? Is it mine when I want it? Whose is it? Huh, whose is it? Is it mine when you need me? Look, is it mine in the morning? Is it mine? Don’t believe, I’m your friend, not an enemy
Chin to your knees, got you pimped off your pedigree
[?] SOP, every sin ain’t a felony
Spend how we shoppin’ how we spend once
I don’t wanna waste no time, when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Babe, let me know what’s on your mind, we can both save time
If you keep it 100, no chain gang bang
I been pullin’ on your hair, yeah
I know you feel it when your eyes rollin’ back, throw it back
I been drillin’ everywhere, yeah
And then you wonder where we go, go next, on set, on the set
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
You say this pussy for me
I gotta see if it’s true
Oh, dive in it
See if anybody else got in it, I’m in it
Ooh, leave this position to me
We switch positions for you
Baby, let me show you what I’m blessed with
Beat it up until you get the message
Cleanin’ up the messes
I like when you scream out who the bestest
I ain’t tryna press it
I just make investments
Started off at home, happy I dressed it
Still a YG but baby, listen, I’m a veteran
Waste no time when I bang your line
It can be a FaceTime or a text
Just let me know what’s on your mind ’cause you been on mine
All day, I have you dreamin’ ’bout sex
Safe sex, latex, ayy

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & (RJmrLA)]
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Let me know what’s on your mind (On your mind)
You know that I want it (You know that I want it)
Tell me how you want it (Tell me how you want it)
Gotta let me know sometime (Gotta let me know)
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Oh, whose is it? Whose is it? Whose is it? Is it mine when you greedy? (Is it mine ’cause I need it) Whose is it? Oh, whose is it? Huh, whose is it? Is it mine? Is it mine? Whose is it? Is it mine when you need me? [Intro]
Games
Mustard on the beat, hoe
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Let me know what’s on your mind
You know that I want it
Tell me how you want it
Gotta let me know sometime
Baby, don’t waste my time
Is it mine? Whose is it? Whose is it?)
[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign & RJmrLA]
Is it mine in the morning?

[Verse 1: MØ]
I am walking down that road
Where did all the flowers go? They say we’re supposed to grow
Learning from the highs and low
All eyes lying on me, oh
Begging me to play the role
‘Cause I’m gonna get it right, I’m gonna get it right
[Chorus: MØ]
They can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right
When the sky is filled with smoke and fire
I’m gonna get it right
All I want is something better in the purple light
They can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right
[Verse 2: MØ]
All my dreams are running wild
I’m gonna chase them down
They said, "You can’t lose your mind, hurry up, you’re out of time"
I said, "I will rise and shine, even in the coldest night"
‘Cause I’m gonna get it right
I’m gonna get it right
[Chorus: MØ]
You can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right
When the sky is filled with smoke and fire
I’m gonna get it right
All I want is something better in the purple light
They can try to hold me down, but I am
I’m gonna get it right
[Outro: MØ]
I’m gonna get it right
I’m gonna get it right

Baby, woo, woo, uh
[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga (yeah)
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
Bet, bet, nigga leakin’ on his sheets (pow, pow)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
That’s the shit I get when I get (when I get that)
Buy a bag and smoke it like a zip (like a zip)
Tell me where’s the logic in [?]
Bustin’ a bazooka, turn your noodle to chalupa
[?]
Livin’ like a dork, fuck a geek
You don’t gotta work no more (work no more)
You can go get everything you see (everything about that)
I was just was chillin’ with your bitch
And I went on and cut the chase and told her, "Suck a nigga’s dick or somethin’" (SANDOS)
I was 17 and I was gettin’ it like a fuckin’ ball player
Then I took care all my kids for somethin’ (big [?] shit)
Big player, I’ma pop into the end zone (yeah)
Good lookin’, she gon’ chew it like some bubblegum
I’ma spend a lot of money ’cause it’s more to come (money)
I was havin’ zero dollars, now a nigga on (yeah, yeah)
Tell you when I get back (tell you when I get back)
Tell me when I cash out (hah)
Tell me why you ran from my mama
Yeah yeah, you know I ain’t scared of that (you know I ain’t scared of that)
These bitches know a nigga ballin’ (ballin’)
And you know we playin’ with these bands (playin’ with them bands)
Spyder shit, the Bentley crawlin’ (ah, ah, ah)
My lil’ nigga dead on a Xan (dead on them Xan)
Big dawg shit off the rip
Big bag make a nigga limp (blat)
Put five bands on your lip (blat, blat, blat)
You better nip it in the bud like a chip (nip it in the bud)
Little red robbin’ nigga, do it (do it)
Little red ridin’ in the hood nigga (hood)
Pablo got me chokin’ on that good (good)
And you can’t do it better than he could (could)
Fuck Donald Trump, leave him ditch slumped
Trap boomin’ like I’m ISIS nigga, big bomb
Whole lotta shit, that’s what your bitch need, no
Whole lotta dick is what your bitch get though (yah)
Whole lotta money got these bitches changin’ minds
Whole lotta money got them wanna stay around (swear)
Way too much money, quick, get that shit down (bitch)
Bitch, don’t you trip, don’t you make a fuckin’ sound
[Chorus: Young Thug & 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ride)
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (tell me you gon’ ride for me, ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display, nigga, yeah
Catch a murder case, then skip states with him
[Verse 2: 24hrs]
24hrs
Me and A-Trak in a two-seater (skrrt, skrrt)
Fuck around and drink the whole two liter (damn)
She said, "Twenty, boy, you don’t care" (You don’t care)
Chain lit up like a fair (bling bling)
TYO my mothafuckin’ blood brother (blood brother)
Hundred bands a week, I keep it undercover (count it up)
Put a 50 on your head for my little brother (50)
Pullin’ up to Vegas in a helicopter (hey)
VVS diamonds like a chandelier
Shawty, she give ass, I cannot handle it
Money stacked tall, it’s not little (sheesh)
She said, "Twenty fuck me like a little… beast"
I feel just like Raji on the jetski (damn)
I’ma buy her diamonds if she let me (bling)
Sippin’ on mimosas with the jeweler (jeweler)
Only measure money with a ruler (ruler)
"Twenty, you been on my mind
A-Trak, you been on my mind
Thugger, you been on my mind"
Hello, pussy really call my line
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
You should really call my line
You been on my mind
Hello, you should really call my mind
[Chorus: 24hrs]
Tell me you gon’ ride for me
Tell me you gon’ die for me (you gon’ die)
Tell me you gon’ die by what you live for (you live for)
Tell me you gon’ ride for me (ride)
Tell me you gon’ fire on a bitch, baby
These niggas fake like a display
Catch a murder case, then I skip states
Catch a murder case, then I skip states
[Outro: 24hrs]
You been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you been on my mind
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line
Oh, you should really call my line [Intro: Young Thug]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, woo! Oh, oh, oh, oh
Thugger, woo! Oh, oh, oh, oh
A-Trak, woo!

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hope the devil burn your ass
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hope the devil burn your ass
[VERSE 2]
I got on my knees
I went, talked to GOD
I asked for forgiveness
For all of my boys
And all of these broads
Who went wit’ they move
Who said they was goons
First 48
When they up in tha room
They crack in the room
We used to be homies
I’m talkin bout? This is my heart
It don’t supposed to cry
Girl, why did you lie? Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hope the devil burn your ass
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hope the devil burn your ass [Hook]
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hope the devil burn your ass
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Hope the devil burn your ass
Why did you lie? You gave me your word
You said you wouldn’t change
Now we facing murder
Now you tellin’ my name
I’m in so much pain
You stay by my Mama
I ate at yo house
We shared our lil ratchets
I slept on yo couch
Now you sellin’ out
I’m hurt up inside
I’m hurt cuz you lied
I’m so hurt
I’m tired
You jive
Can’t even look up in my eyes
Girl
I thought it was love
You told me you loved me
It must’ve been drugs
Cuz you did me so ugly
You treat me like nuthin
Pokey on tha stand like a bitch now
Pointin’ out tha whole fuckin’ click huh
Told Trudy White bout tha click huh
Even Lo turned sour
He done switched now
Some niggas ain’t sendin’ niggas shit huh
All tha girls left when I went down
Scared my first love
She done flipped now
I called on tha phone like
[HOOK]
Why did you lie? Got his hands in my Fun Yuns
We used to be cousins
Now we are nothing
Tell me what’s wrong
I feel like I’m preaching
Question
Why do they bite tha hand that feed em
How good you treat em
He said, she said
It was all lies
My heart got hurt to a loud cry
You a lie if you say I ain’t bout mine
I’m tha only one rolled when my dawg died
She said she was gon’ wait for a long time
She said she was gon’ keep tha pussy all mine
Lil’ freaky muthafucka
When I see you muthafucka
Ima tell ya
Girl! This is my heart
It don’t supposed to cry
Thought you were my boy
Girl, why did you lie? [HOOK]
Why did you lie? This is my heart
It don’t supposed to cry
Thought you were my boy
Girl, why did you lie? This is my heart
It don’t supposed to cry
Girl, why did you lie? This is my heart
It don’t supposed to cry
Thought you were my boy
Girl, why did you lie? This is my heart
It don’t supposed to cry
Girl, why did you lie?

[Hook]
I’m so cold blooded nigga (Cold)
40 cal on me that I’m punch a nigga (That I’m punch a nigga)
Turtle Van filled up with a bunch of hittas (A bunch of hittas)
Cold blooded I’m a cold blooded killa (Killa)
Cold blooded nigga (Blooded nigga)
40 cal on me that I’m punch a nigga (Bang)
Turtle Van filled up with a bunch of hittas
Cold blooded I’m a cold blooded killa (Killa)
[Verse 1]
You ain’t ever seen a nigga as fly as me (Fly as me)
A 100k in jewelry all eyes on me (All eyes on me)
Two seater 2Pac edition come and ride with me (Come and ride with me)
No sugar inside of me
Think before trying me (Tryin’ me)
You’ll never catch me slippin’ boy (Never catch me slippin’)
Dippin’ in that brand new toy (Dippin’ in that brand new toy)
All white seven Brandon Roy (Brandon Roy)
BCG yeah its branded boy (BCG)
Bunch of self made guap getters (Self made guap)
Straight up out the swamp nigga (Swamp nigga)
They lifestyles they wanna swap with us (Swap)
You’d think I had a third hand how I clock figures (How I clock figures)
[Hook]
I’m so cold blooded nigga (Cold)
40 cal on me that I’m punch a nigga (That I’m punch a nigga)
Turtle Van filled up with a bunch of hittas (A bunch of hittas)
Cold blooded I’m a cold blooded killa (Killa)
Cold blooded nigga (Blooded nigga)
40 cal on me that I’m punch a nigga (Bang)
Turtle Van filled up with a bunch of hittas
Cold blooded I’m a cold blooded killa (Killa)

[Verse 2]
They call me Stalley Ichiban come from whippin’ 10 (Oh)
100 grand every instagram post
Used to post with the poles under lamp post
Forgiato.s on my Ghost [24 soak]
Paint wet weed got me coughin’ like a cold
100 notes in the envelope, I’m far from broke (I’m far from broke)
No joke, no laughin’, you can kill the chatter (No laughin’)
They say niggas still hatin’, but it don’t really matter (It don’t really matter)
If your girl got her eye on me, I’m going after her (I’m going after her)
Closed chapter, that’s a good book (A good book)
And if a girl leave with me, that’s a good look (A good look)
All my niggas came from whippin’, they some good cooks
[Hook]
I’m so cold blooded nigga (Cold)
40 cal on me that I’m punc a nigga (That I’m punch a nigga)
Turtle Van filled up with a bunch of hittas (A bunch of hittas)
Cold blooded I’m a cold blooded killa (Killa)
Cold blooded nigga (Blooded nigga)
40 cal on me that I’m punch a nigga (Bang)

Cave in the roof
Hater, wouldn’t last a day in my shoes
You know very well, bet he swell, you can tell he jeal’
My price hiking like the pills Martin Shkreli sell
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I black on it, black, I’m back at it
Mathematics tracks, I craft havoc
Fact, I blacked on it, black, I’m back at it
[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play
[Verse 2: Redman]
Yo, I’m on top of the world, mama, lookey here
I’m a boy beastin’ in my car, Paul Revere
Horsepower, never fell off, look in the mirror
When I drop something, you like Martin, all ears
Late Night Letterman, I light it like Edison
Fire through the wire, I wrote it out in Maryland
Arrogant? Yes. [Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play
[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
I said one, two, three and to the fo’
I glide like there’s simply no traction on the flo’
10304, live action from the door
Shawty dime, let the whole team smash her on the tour
I splash bravado, fast cash aficionado
Savage vandal, I’m a legend of tomorrow
Painting the truth, here’s proof, ain’t it the truth
So ill a nigga spit with a containment suit
Slayin’ the booth, aim, shoot, bang! yo, fuck that
Ladies and gentlemen
I need you to put your hands together
For worldwide international producer
Worldwide international DJ
And the creator of the Wu-Tang W symbol
Ladies and gentlemen
Please put your hands together and show your love
For our brother and yours – Mathematics Tune in, my Hot 9 Flex
Cut the check and your boy digress
At my age it’s all about bread
Tryna be nice at 40, you can have it all shawty
I’m tryna make history, and history say
Fuck rap, I divorced her, the bitch bore me
Throw your hands up, let’s tear the bar up
So much bud I started sweating cigar guts
And these white folks love me like a Starbucks
Fuck with one dude, you gotta fuck with all us
[Chorus: Redman]
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Wu-Tang niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Def Squad niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Jersey niggas don’t play
Niggas in the streets gon’ learn
Them Staten Island niggas don’t play
[Outro: Redman]
Mathematics, you a fucking genius, nigga.

Whatever I do
I’m down when I’m high
‘Cause you’re still on my mind
(‘Cause you’re still on my mind)
Just stay off my mind
[Verse 2]
You give me the feels of strawberry fields
That’s all I can see
A love like this has no ending, stuck on a loop
Consuming me
And when lights are fading, lovers playing
Boring on a Sunday
Fairy lights are hanging from the trees
There’s something about it, I’m lost in the crowd
Still, I don’t know
Boy, it’s like I’m standing here alone

[Chorus]
I’m thinking of you
Won’t you stay off my mind? Whatever I do
I’m down when I’m high
[Verse 1]
You taught me to feel
Something I knew but didn’t believe
I see the universe changing when your hands are touching me
And you, you are a dream
Make me a fool ‘fore you leave
The world is not as exciting in my head, honestly
[Chorus]
I’m thinking of you
Won’t you stay off my mind? [Intro]
I’m thinking of you
Won’t you stay off my mind? Whatever I do
I’m down when I’m high
‘Cause you’re still on my mind
‘Cause you’re still on my mind
Just stay off my mind Whatever I do
I’m down when I’m high
‘Cause you’re still on my mind
[Chorus]
I’m thinking of you
Won’t you stay off my mind? Whatever I do
I’m down when I’m high
‘Cause you’re still on my mind
(‘Cause you’re still on my mind)
Just stay off my mind
[Bridge]
When the ice is melting, cars are waiting
Somehow it’s Monday and everyone has somewhere else to be
Im left with the silence
There’s something about it, I don’t know
I don’t mind just sitting here alone
‘Cause you’re still on my mind
[Chorus]
I’m thinking of you
Won’t you stay off my mind?

Now I perform in front of the lights
Look busy, I’m short, they like the knife (ayy)
Eating the steak with the rice (woah)
Water with no pipe
Yeah, that’d be a wonderful night

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Sosamann]
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
(Hey, hey, woo)
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
[Post-Chorus]
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life) [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
[Post-Chorus]
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I got that Hemi in my whip, so I can’t slow it down
I got McQueen in my cup, so it’s going down
I got that KK in my joint, so you know it’s going ’round
I get up on the track an show you how it’s supposed to sound
I come to your town, money get found
Them ‘lil niggas want a ounce, I’m ’bout to roll a pound
Niggas hate, where the bank? I don’t fuck with y’all
Keep it real, fuck the fake shit, sex doll
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ask me how I feel, I say, "I feel alright"
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)

[Post-Chorus]
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
Ooouuu
I’m just out here tryna live my best life (best life)
[Verse 2: Sosamann]
"Onset!"*
Hey
"How do you feel?"
My nigga, I told you, I’m great
I’m hittin’ the gas, no brake
These niggas, they sad and they hate
While I’m tryna make cash, walk out of the safe
The Ps come from out of estate
Grinded all of my life, but I do not skate
I used to play ball in the crate
Now I ball in the mall with half of my weight (hey)
I’m just out living my life (ooh)
Diamonds they bright and they bite (ayy)
Remember running from the buzz?

Imma have to come from off the bench
Play my fifty minute stretch baby
You been having me up on the sideline
When I’m ‘Curry’ on the press
You never saw the best in me
Cause you was looking at the rest Baby
But when you got a king like me
There is a couple things you got to stress
I make you money longer
Yeah
I’m always up in ya corner
Yeah
I’m the one make you stronger
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
Wave ya money
Wave ya money
Ladies
If you feelin stress up in yo chest
Cause they forgot that you the best
Wave ya money
Imma have to take up off my shades so you can see I ain’t playin
Sometimes they seem to forget that you the only reason that they slayin Baby
If you at you job and they promotin everybody who ain’t sh*t
Listen
It’s ok to take a second to remember you deserve this
OH
You make you money longer
Yeah
You always up in ya corner
Yeah
You the one make you stronger
Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah
If they ain’t on ya wave
(no no no)
Wave the money in they face
(wave wave)
They got to know that you a King
( you a king)
Sit on thrones at the bank
( straight at the bank)
Wave ya Money