Intro lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
I woke up this morning
And decided there's no such thing as me being in my prime
You go ahead and be in yours
I can always improve
I woke up this morning
And decided to always believe in myself
When you an addict it's easy for a motherfucker to just bring you down
You gotta rise above that shit
I woke up this morning
Distraction-free, no naggin'-ass bitches, no beggin'-ass niggas
I wanna go nowhere with you
I wanna drink a fuckin' lean, I'm a grown-ass man
I woke up this morning and decided I don't expect for you to understand my shit
If you're not hip-hop
I woke up this morning
With a clear conscience and a clear mind
I slept well last night
And now that I think about it
Man, I'm just thankful to God that I even woke up this morning
With all the shit that I've been through in my life I'm just thankful to God that I even woke up this morning
Lord, thank you for waking me up this morning
And decided there's no such thing as me being in my prime
You go ahead and be in yours
I can always improve
I woke up this morning
And decided to always believe in myself
When you an addict it's easy for a motherfucker to just bring you down
You gotta rise above that shit
I woke up this morning
Distraction-free, no naggin'-ass bitches, no beggin'-ass niggas
I wanna go nowhere with you
I wanna drink a fuckin' lean, I'm a grown-ass man
I woke up this morning and decided I don't expect for you to understand my shit
If you're not hip-hop
I woke up this morning
With a clear conscience and a clear mind
I slept well last night
And now that I think about it
Man, I'm just thankful to God that I even woke up this morning
With all the shit that I've been through in my life I'm just thankful to God that I even woke up this morning
Lord, thank you for waking me up this morning
Woke lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Oh yes
This one's for those of you just ain't woke yet, ho-tep
You rich but you broke nigga just don't know yet, ho-tep
These rappers ain't woke yet, security back 'em, ho-tep
Ho-tep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes, that's a toe-tag
Mine as well have Mayweather back ya at a black's match-up, protest
That's that write-a-check-you-can't-cash, I might have to collect
That's that yo ass is bleeding, that's that kotex
I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes
This one's for for little bro who big bro ain't come back from the store yet
Ho-tep, I'm here for blessings sent my direction, no less
This one's for those who don't know they pops not invincible yet
Trick bitches hoes that don't know just how nasty they are
They out here wearing the same tongue ring they ain't change from ten dicks ago yet
Hopefully that scope on that AR don't take my focus to places where I put fakers in comas longer than daytime soapas
Any calendar day I'll Halloween like late October
I'll bury these niggas up under the Devil's playground, playtime's over
Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it
She tryna be my wife on the side, I ain't invited
I just step over the ring and hit the bitch like Andre the Giant
Papa used to beat on me often for not being perfect
THOTs used to call me tar baby, cops taught that I'd be worthless
Mama gave birth to only one dark child like Rodney Jerkins
That taught me to focus on what's inside y'all and not the surface
This one's for those of you just ain't woke yet, ho-tep
You rich but you broke nigga just don't know yet, ho-tep
These rappers ain't woke yet, security back 'em, ho-tep
Ho-tep, come to Detroit with that, oh yes, that's a toe-tag
Mine as well have Mayweather back ya at a black's match-up, protest
That's that write-a-check-you-can't-cash, I might have to collect
That's that yo ass is bleeding, that's that kotex
I massacre your whole rap allegiance, oh yes
This one's for for little bro who big bro ain't come back from the store yet
Ho-tep, I'm here for blessings sent my direction, no less
This one's for those who don't know they pops not invincible yet
Trick bitches hoes that don't know just how nasty they are
They out here wearing the same tongue ring they ain't change from ten dicks ago yet
Hopefully that scope on that AR don't take my focus to places where I put fakers in comas longer than daytime soapas
Any calendar day I'll Halloween like late October
I'll bury these niggas up under the Devil's playground, playtime's over
Your bitch fine, dawg, I can't deny it
She tryna be my wife on the side, I ain't invited
I just step over the ring and hit the bitch like Andre the Giant
Papa used to beat on me often for not being perfect
THOTs used to call me tar baby, cops taught that I'd be worthless
Mama gave birth to only one dark child like Rodney Jerkins
That taught me to focus on what's inside y'all and not the surface
My Parallel (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
The Book of Ryan
The untold tale of scandal
All my bars of madness
That are inspired by my childhood, scars and sadness
Every black man must fend for himself
Where we value physical much more than we do our mental health
And what the fuck you know about coming back from hitting rock bottom in life
Nigga all I want is a good home, and a wife
And some children, and some food to feed 'em every night
Where's my parallel to that?
Nigga, where's my parallel to that?
Where's my parallel, to that?
The untold tale of scandal
All my bars of madness
That are inspired by my childhood, scars and sadness
Every black man must fend for himself
Where we value physical much more than we do our mental health
And what the fuck you know about coming back from hitting rock bottom in life
Nigga all I want is a good home, and a wife
And some children, and some food to feed 'em every night
Where's my parallel to that?
Nigga, where's my parallel to that?
Where's my parallel, to that?
Caterpillar lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Eminem & King Green)
[Gil Scott-Heron:]
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
[King Green:]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[Royce Da 5'9:]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring etiquette to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Royce Da 5'9:]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Eminem:]
You looking at her tell her
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies
My offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
([Royce Da 5'9:] Wait a minute)
Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I have to rehatch on ya
Come back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it
Dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
Poop is my suit and I'm
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon and I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you
You will not be able to stay home, brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
[King Green:]
This right here for the number one
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[Royce Da 5'9:]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you rate me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
Out here congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring etiquette to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Royce Da 5'9:]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional
You always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to a regret or two
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is realer
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever disrespect the fucking caterpillar
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Eminem:]
You looking at her tell her
The psychopathic killer, the caterpillar
Don't tell me when I'm supposed to rap until
Especially when your favorite rapper ain't even half as ill
A savage still, the track's a banana peel, attack at a silver-back gorilla
You're havin' a little trouble fathomin' this is actually happenin'
Like Anderson Silva back when he snapped his shin in half
And then had the shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when they're blinkin' a lot
You copy me, but you're not
You can't be butterflies
My offsprings are just moths
I see that thing I'ma squash it and rip the wings of it off
So ring the alarm, pull the extinguishers off of the wall, set the sprinklers off
Like Jada Pinkett and Queen Latifah
'Till the shingles come off the roof we'll shout at the ceiling
Slaughterhouse in the building, middle fingers aloft
Say what I think when I rhyme, in ink-pen I talk
And the language I speak is my mind
Kingpin and Penguin combined
Spit like it's King of the Dot
A singular thought I think of will help you distinguish apart
The frauds from the cream of the crop
([Royce Da 5'9:] Wait a minute)
Hold up like a flashcard
Damn dawg, is that copyin' or payin' homage?
It's sad because dad taught you to rap as a damn toddler
My dad is your grandfather
I have to rehatch on ya
Come back as black wasp
Half yellow jacket, you can't swat a
Sasquatch dancing on top of an ant trample it and stomp it
Smash it and stand on it
Dammit, I can't stop it
The rap is a vag' and I'm goin' in like a tampon in this bitch
It's a manslaughter
Stampin' out grasshoppers, you can't be no Rap Gods
In fact you're exact opposites
You make a wack song, and can't hold a candle
But even Daniel-son whacks off
You jack-offs need to come to grips like a hand job
The boom bap is coming back with an axe to mumble rap
Lumberjack with a hacksaw
Number one, but my pencils are number twos 'cause that's all I dos with 'em
Poop is my suit and I'm
On the john like a prostitute when I'm droppin' a deuce
And when I'm producing them lyrical bowel movements
These beats are like my saloons
'Cause these bars always got my stools in 'em
And I don't need Metamucil to loosen 'em
Bitch, shit is real like I pooped Jerusalem
I'm 'bout to go spin another cocoon and I'm cuttin' you from your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you
God Speed lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Ashley Sorrell)
(Ryan
Never would have made it, made it out
It's god speed
It's god...
It's god speed
It's god...)
Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz, I was born at a quarter past
I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag
Now I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil
The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
The industry said I had to be an alcoholic
Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures
Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers
All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features
I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments, so
I'm gonna roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco
Lo and behold, your honorable
Niggas is sheep, niggas is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur
My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo
He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows, he the G.O.A.T
Baaah, that should be my, taaaag
I'm from the streets where the odds are not even
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin'
Allah and Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden, speakin', how targeted we been?
Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I soften your defense
Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk it, it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today
I'm about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye
Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
Better bring his A, let his single play
We don't care what you sing, hit you in the face with the butt of the gun
You leak and get your street cred and a few streams
Pop go the weasel, nigga, Fiva Nina, I'm the illest
You got pop culture fever, nigga
All I know is Big and Pac quotes, pop toast and squeezin' triggers, speedin' tickets
Now I'm pullin' cops over, give them niggas season tickets
Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus
She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin
I told myself when I was 14 that she the one
Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz
Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters
Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters
Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan writes heaters
Y'all niggas is cut like one them "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle
If you a hater, let's do it, I whip you now and then whip on your boy later
Them whippins'll go around like a tornado
I get rid of more yayo, I don't do Rodeo
Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's
So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies left These niggas crazy? Yes
They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep
I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80's met
Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef
Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed
Never would have made it, made it out
It's god speed
It's god...
It's god speed
It's god...)
Uh, this is just how I zone when Porter spaz, I was born at a quarter past
I was the color purple, Mom and Pop took me home in a Crown Royale bag
Now I'm the hottest nigga that you know with the coldest intentions
Uh, all I know is this flow and this pencil
The Lord is my shepherd, the Devil's my Doberman Pinscher
The industry said I had to be an alcoholic
Who be havin' threesomes, be doin' acid and havin' seizures
Wish I could go back to my old school and slap the teachers
All I had to do to blow up was an album packed with features
I don't relate to common folk, they focus on the comments, so
I'm gonna roll a Testarossa down the coast of Monaco
Lo and behold, your honorable
Niggas is sheep, niggas is sleep, 'bout as woke as a dinosaur
My connect'll give you a whole kilo of coke so he can go Geronimo
He should receive a trophy for bein' the holy Jesus of flows, he the G.O.A.T
Baaah, that should be my, taaaag
I'm from the streets where the odds are not even
Robbery, thievin', ballers, debauchery, schemin'
Allah and Jesus, it's hard to believe I'm a product of Eve in the garden of Eden, speakin', how targeted we been?
Rihanna stalker, I'm parked in her DMs, shark in the deep end
Put the paws on you, I soften your defense
Hit your pause button, halt your critiquin'
Talk is cheap, the more you niggas talk it, it cheapens
And all I see is prayer 'round the streets today
I'm about a freak away from havin' Issa Rae eatin' out LisaRaye
Any artist out that you see is great, tell 'em I said bring his ass
Better bring his A, let his single play
We don't care what you sing, hit you in the face with the butt of the gun
You leak and get your street cred and a few streams
Pop go the weasel, nigga, Fiva Nina, I'm the illest
You got pop culture fever, nigga
All I know is Big and Pac quotes, pop toast and squeezin' triggers, speedin' tickets
Now I'm pullin' cops over, give them niggas season tickets
Teesha used to shoot me down vicious, now she the missus
She turned me to a family guy quicker than Peter Griffin
I told myself when I was 14 that she the one
Now a nigga probably got more seeds than Peter Gunz
Now I go out to get my groceries in two-seaters
Used to roll the old school, four speakers and two tweeters
Ridin' with nothing but raw quarterpacks and duffels
Ryan writes heaters
Y'all niggas is cut like one them "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" wife-beaters
Me? I'm just all shoulder straps and muscle
If you a hater, let's do it, I whip you now and then whip on your boy later
Them whippins'll go around like a tornado
I get rid of more yayo, I don't do Rodeo
Or ales, I do the Floyd May-o's
So many men shopping the women's section, it ain't no ladies left These niggas crazy? Yes
They playin' crazy like the Chappelle sketch, Wayne Brady ep
I'm what you get when Freeway Rick and Cocaine 80's met
Bringin' bars back to the streets like Jay and Nas beef
Broadcastin' "Ether" in HD at God speed
Dumb lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Boogie)
We don't wanna do anything to scare your children
That's the last thing we wanna do
Dumb, Dumb
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm no longer a prospect
I'm what you call a veteran
A legend man, I'm a prophet (huh)
You're not no artist, you're what I call a concept
Made to inspire gossip
Like Shade Room or Bossip
Welcome to the Grammy's where your likeness is used
For promos, hypeness and views
Ok, I hope that you know it
That if you voted, you might as well not voted for no one
They knew when they made that category
Where that trophy was goin'
All this industry shit is (Dumb)
There ain't no middle class
Raise yo glass
Here's the classism
Either you a rich ass nigga or you's a bum
There ain't no in between
Sinners sell their souls, angels sell their halos and they wings
I had dreams of fuckin' the R&B chick
Then I found out that R&B chick already had a dick
Already slept with your favorite rapper, aren't we sick
You start as a artist and turn to alcoholic and quit
This shit is (dumb)
Man I wish I would let a nerd who work at Interscope in a coat by Kenneth Cole
Consult me about my image bro
I'm the best rapper out this bitch
Except, the only catch is that I'm in this hoe
[Boogie:]
Oh, (dumb), they so dumb (so dumb)
And nothing that they do is so, they so dumb
(So dumb, yeah yeah yeah)
Oh, (dumb), they so dumb (so dumb, so dumb)
Think they foolin' me or you, they so dumb
(They so dumb, so dumb)
So dumb, so dumb, so dumb
Let's bring the projects back
You see them fake woke niggas that had ta come to that
Mm, I love promoting, elevation and a space that
All my brothers at
And why I lying, I be turned up to these mumble raps
Watch who you coming at don't be (dumb)
Swag confusion started ducking at (ah)
This Metro Boomin mixed with Thunder Clap (uh)
That's where my niggas gain muscle at (uh)
Somebody eating of your plate
How you gon' stomach that
Cause of that all my niggas is (dumb)
How we get this here?
I turn basic into intricate
I kill you with my simple shit
No tweeting when we kicking it
Don't tell me what u finna get
Silly you could drown without a membership
Watch who you swimming with
It's ten of us riding up on the city bus
Sittin' here tryin' live for the scripture like it's Leviticus
Tackling reality, praying that it don't Injure us
I love my niggas but its really us
When we gon' notice that we so
Yeah, look at what you've done
Messin' with my faith, yes
You must think that I'm so dumb, oh
I won't be the one, no
Bullets from your tongue
Shooting round my way
Tryna kill me now for fun, no
I won't be the one
Look at what you've done
Messin' with my faith, yes
You must think that I'm so dumb, no
I won't be the one
Bullets from your tongue
Shooting round my way
Tryna kill me off for fun, no
I won't be the one (dumb)
That's the last thing we wanna do
Dumb, Dumb
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm no longer a prospect
I'm what you call a veteran
A legend man, I'm a prophet (huh)
You're not no artist, you're what I call a concept
Made to inspire gossip
Like Shade Room or Bossip
Welcome to the Grammy's where your likeness is used
For promos, hypeness and views
Ok, I hope that you know it
That if you voted, you might as well not voted for no one
They knew when they made that category
Where that trophy was goin'
All this industry shit is (Dumb)
There ain't no middle class
Raise yo glass
Here's the classism
Either you a rich ass nigga or you's a bum
There ain't no in between
Sinners sell their souls, angels sell their halos and they wings
I had dreams of fuckin' the R&B chick
Then I found out that R&B chick already had a dick
Already slept with your favorite rapper, aren't we sick
You start as a artist and turn to alcoholic and quit
This shit is (dumb)
Man I wish I would let a nerd who work at Interscope in a coat by Kenneth Cole
Consult me about my image bro
I'm the best rapper out this bitch
Except, the only catch is that I'm in this hoe
[Boogie:]
Oh, (dumb), they so dumb (so dumb)
And nothing that they do is so, they so dumb
(So dumb, yeah yeah yeah)
Oh, (dumb), they so dumb (so dumb, so dumb)
Think they foolin' me or you, they so dumb
(They so dumb, so dumb)
So dumb, so dumb, so dumb
Let's bring the projects back
You see them fake woke niggas that had ta come to that
Mm, I love promoting, elevation and a space that
All my brothers at
And why I lying, I be turned up to these mumble raps
Watch who you coming at don't be (dumb)
Swag confusion started ducking at (ah)
This Metro Boomin mixed with Thunder Clap (uh)
That's where my niggas gain muscle at (uh)
Somebody eating of your plate
How you gon' stomach that
Cause of that all my niggas is (dumb)
How we get this here?
I turn basic into intricate
I kill you with my simple shit
No tweeting when we kicking it
Don't tell me what u finna get
Silly you could drown without a membership
Watch who you swimming with
It's ten of us riding up on the city bus
Sittin' here tryin' live for the scripture like it's Leviticus
Tackling reality, praying that it don't Injure us
I love my niggas but its really us
When we gon' notice that we so
Yeah, look at what you've done
Messin' with my faith, yes
You must think that I'm so dumb, oh
I won't be the one, no
Bullets from your tongue
Shooting round my way
Tryna kill me now for fun, no
I won't be the one
Look at what you've done
Messin' with my faith, yes
You must think that I'm so dumb, no
I won't be the one
Bullets from your tongue
Shooting round my way
Tryna kill me off for fun, no
I won't be the one (dumb)
Who Are You (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Man, I had a dream that my father told me
"Let's play a game, look me in my eyes
And just make sure you don't blink
You can ask me anything you want
But remember, don't blink"
I said, "Shit"
I got all courage in the world to start asking shit
That I never had the courage to ask before
Like, "What's wrong with me?"
Like, "Okay, I'm born an addict, do you think that you doing drugs had more than an adverse effect on me?"
"Do you think if you didn't do drugs did maybe I somehow would have came out better? Would I had done better?
I got one
I was always seeking your approval as a, as a child
You made me feel like I could never do shit right
I always wanted to know, like, through everything that I've been through in the game, do I make you proud?
Like, are you proud of me? Finally?"
And then I was about to ask him about the abuse with my mom and, like, I fuckin' blinked
As soon as I blinked (I wanna know if it's okay if)
I'm looking at my son in, like, in the face (Kinda ask some questions)
The objective of the paper is to go in depths about
The figure in our lives that we find inspiring
The one we look up to
I wanted to do mines about you
I remember the title I had for it and
I was, I was thinking of calling it, The Book of Ryan
I was kinda sitting and trying to get in the first paragraph
And I started to realize how difficult it is to write
How can I write the paper of my father when I don't know who he is?
So I guess the first question is, "Who are you?"
"Let's play a game, look me in my eyes
And just make sure you don't blink
You can ask me anything you want
But remember, don't blink"
I said, "Shit"
I got all courage in the world to start asking shit
That I never had the courage to ask before
Like, "What's wrong with me?"
Like, "Okay, I'm born an addict, do you think that you doing drugs had more than an adverse effect on me?"
"Do you think if you didn't do drugs did maybe I somehow would have came out better? Would I had done better?
I got one
I was always seeking your approval as a, as a child
You made me feel like I could never do shit right
I always wanted to know, like, through everything that I've been through in the game, do I make you proud?
Like, are you proud of me? Finally?"
And then I was about to ask him about the abuse with my mom and, like, I fuckin' blinked
As soon as I blinked (I wanna know if it's okay if)
I'm looking at my son in, like, in the face (Kinda ask some questions)
The objective of the paper is to go in depths about
The figure in our lives that we find inspiring
The one we look up to
I wanted to do mines about you
I remember the title I had for it and
I was, I was thinking of calling it, The Book of Ryan
I was kinda sitting and trying to get in the first paragraph
And I started to realize how difficult it is to write
How can I write the paper of my father when I don't know who he is?
So I guess the first question is, "Who are you?"
Cocaine lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
So low
Door is closed
Trust is broke
Words got choked
In my throat
Can't let go
Of my high hopes
My high hopes...
My high hopes...
(Say what?...)
Papa came home from another day of hard
Work and handed me his key, told me "Go look in the car"
So I went out there to look for what he asked me to get
I was checkin' all the seats but the only thing I saw
Was a bag of cocaine (say what?)
Uh, papa was too silent, he ain't never tell a lie
I went in to tell him 'bout it, he said "Oh, that must be Guy
He worked with me at the job", I said "Oh" and walked away
He said "Oh, before you go, make sure you don't tell your ma'
'Bout the, cocaine" (say what?)
Uh, me and little homie, we was walkin' to the store
It was right there on the corner and we seen a guy that's homeless
He was wrapped up in a blanket, he was lookin' really cold
Then he asked us for some change and he asked us if we know
Who had the, cocaine (say what?) cocaine
I'm losin' my mind, trying to figure out
How did I inherit so much pain
I drink a lot of alcohol, problems with the law
Would I have done better or the same
If daddy never tried cocaine? Uh
Daddy never tried cocaine
Cocaine, uh (say what?)
In my throat
So my father's only next logical step was to go to rehab
Can't let go
And that's exactly what he did
Of my high hopes
He went to rehab and got completely clean
Hasn't done a drug
My high hopes
In over 20 years
He did that for himself but
My high hopes
He did that because he didn't want to lose us
Whew, strong man
Uh, now let's talk about how much I respect my pop
He's been through so much in life, we ain't never had a lot
We just had each other's back, that was really all we need
Pop, I love you unconditional and thanks for loving me
More than, cocaine
My father chose me over cocaine
Cocaine, uh
I'm proud to say that I'm an addict who inherits your pain
Trust is broke
Words got choked
In my throat...
Door is closed
Trust is broke
Words got choked
In my throat
Can't let go
Of my high hopes
My high hopes...
My high hopes...
(Say what?...)
Papa came home from another day of hard
Work and handed me his key, told me "Go look in the car"
So I went out there to look for what he asked me to get
I was checkin' all the seats but the only thing I saw
Was a bag of cocaine (say what?)
Uh, papa was too silent, he ain't never tell a lie
I went in to tell him 'bout it, he said "Oh, that must be Guy
He worked with me at the job", I said "Oh" and walked away
He said "Oh, before you go, make sure you don't tell your ma'
'Bout the, cocaine" (say what?)
Uh, me and little homie, we was walkin' to the store
It was right there on the corner and we seen a guy that's homeless
He was wrapped up in a blanket, he was lookin' really cold
Then he asked us for some change and he asked us if we know
Who had the, cocaine (say what?) cocaine
I'm losin' my mind, trying to figure out
How did I inherit so much pain
I drink a lot of alcohol, problems with the law
Would I have done better or the same
If daddy never tried cocaine? Uh
Daddy never tried cocaine
Cocaine, uh (say what?)
In my throat
So my father's only next logical step was to go to rehab
Can't let go
And that's exactly what he did
Of my high hopes
He went to rehab and got completely clean
Hasn't done a drug
My high hopes
In over 20 years
He did that for himself but
My high hopes
He did that because he didn't want to lose us
Whew, strong man
Uh, now let's talk about how much I respect my pop
He's been through so much in life, we ain't never had a lot
We just had each other's back, that was really all we need
Pop, I love you unconditional and thanks for loving me
More than, cocaine
My father chose me over cocaine
Cocaine, uh
I'm proud to say that I'm an addict who inherits your pain
Trust is broke
Words got choked
In my throat...
Life Is Fair lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Summertime were the funnest times
Momma used to had to say come inside like a hunnid times
Flat booty, big titty bitches just on they grind
My nigga Moody used to say they was built like the number nine, hah
Wish I could be childish for old times
Either y'all were Tranzor Z or y'all were Voltron
Stole bikes with Ike until the time that he stole mine
Told Mom, she told me what comes 'round, goes 'round
Stop, right (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)
Look, we had our best times when momma and papa went out and someone like my auntie would watch us
She just smoked weed and want not to be bothered
We go and leave the house to not be by her
She was our favorite, she never would holler
She get high and give out several dollars
Every time she get the camera she'd tell me to smile knowing damn well I was never no smiler
Stop, right (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)
"Hey girl, how you doing?
Yeah, Greg's in there getting dressed, how are the children?
I see you got you a new car
You know just gettin' along, gettin' along
Ryan is doin' well, uh, girl I gotta go Greg is callin' me
It was good talkin' to you baby
I can't stand that bitch, ugh"
I said stop right there (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)
Look, same girl that mama just was talking all fake to
Used to borrow our papers and all of our things
She was always ungrateful, always had bad news
Always into the latest gossip, always was tryin' to show our father her nudes
That shit not cool, one day we went out in town and they broke the down on our house and stole all our food
Stole from us, we ain't have much more than you
Stop, stop right there
You know when karma catch you, everything in your life goin' fail
You gon' be a failure
You gon' be a failure
Said, you gon' be a failure
You gon' be a failure
We gotta move
Momma used to had to say come inside like a hunnid times
Flat booty, big titty bitches just on they grind
My nigga Moody used to say they was built like the number nine, hah
Wish I could be childish for old times
Either y'all were Tranzor Z or y'all were Voltron
Stole bikes with Ike until the time that he stole mine
Told Mom, she told me what comes 'round, goes 'round
Stop, right (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)
Look, we had our best times when momma and papa went out and someone like my auntie would watch us
She just smoked weed and want not to be bothered
We go and leave the house to not be by her
She was our favorite, she never would holler
She get high and give out several dollars
Every time she get the camera she'd tell me to smile knowing damn well I was never no smiler
Stop, right (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)
"Hey girl, how you doing?
Yeah, Greg's in there getting dressed, how are the children?
I see you got you a new car
You know just gettin' along, gettin' along
Ryan is doin' well, uh, girl I gotta go Greg is callin' me
It was good talkin' to you baby
I can't stand that bitch, ugh"
I said stop right there (right there)
I never said that life was fair (fair)
Look, same girl that mama just was talking all fake to
Used to borrow our papers and all of our things
She was always ungrateful, always had bad news
Always into the latest gossip, always was tryin' to show our father her nudes
That shit not cool, one day we went out in town and they broke the down on our house and stole all our food
Stole from us, we ain't have much more than you
Stop, stop right there
You know when karma catch you, everything in your life goin' fail
You gon' be a failure
You gon' be a failure
Said, you gon' be a failure
You gon' be a failure
We gotta move
Boblo Boat lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. J. Cole)
Cruising down the river. Dancing 'til your feet got numb. Cool, summer breezes blowing through your hair, as you stood gazing down the river in anticipation of the thrill of the dizzying rides at the amusement park. Ah, memories of Boblo Island
Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut. Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat. It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks. Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers. A little get out wine. A little rear medium lights. Some Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nothing compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down shit I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along
On the Boblo boat
Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The Boblo boat
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. Come here. Hey, hit this, nigga. Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some of my better times I said were true
I said were true, yeah
Shit, all of my better days I said were true
I said were true, shit
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Shit
Stuck inside a rat race, fuck, rat race, fuck, fuck
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race, fuck
Yeah, look
[J. Cole:]
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Dick it, ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I gotta chill out
Say "Fuck the world" and never pull out
We had no Boblo boat, but I could note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another chapter
That's for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb days
This is 808-Ray
Oh, is your world ain't nothing but a squirrel tryna get a nut. Just jealous of everybody that's headed out on that Boblo boat. It is the perfect weather and the perfect time to enjoy a few snacks. Oh, man. I wish I was joining you. A little cheese and crackers. A little get out wine. A little rear medium lights. Some Harvey Rizla green. But let's do this. Only on Smooth FM
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nothing compared to our family trips
My uncle shook hands with a manly grip
All this hand-me-down shit I had had an uncanny fit
All the gangstas I had in my family had me anti-bitch
My granddaddy mistress caught the business from my granny fist
That was back 'fore I was born
Pop told stories 'bout it that would last for hours-long
And as a family we was just so happy when him and mama got along
On the Boblo boat
Uh, on our way to that black amusement park
Wood roller coasters, crack sold on plastic scooter cards
Uh, smoking grass at the vintage food court
Broken glass, waiting on you on the swimming pool floor
I came across my identity on the Boblo boat
That's where I lost my virginity, no condom, though
That's when paranoia hit me like when superstition does
Left my inhibitions I guess where my supervision was
Parties on the way to the island would be the livest, though
First time big bro hit the bottle was on the Boblo boat
But neither one of us knew that we would both grow up and turn to alcoholics, though
The Boblo boat
Hey, hey, hey. Lil' green. Come here. Hey, hit this, nigga. Nigga, don't worry 'bout what the fuck it is. Just drink
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Some of my better times I said were true
I said were true, yeah
Shit, all of my better days I said were true
I said were true, shit
And now I gotta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, Shit
Stuck inside a rat race, fuck, rat race, fuck, fuck
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up again
Stuck inside this rat race, fuck
Yeah, look
[J. Cole:]
Twist the cap, lift the bottle back, swig it
Dick it, ten-inch rims on my mama's Civic
Ten-inch woofers in the trunk, to be specific
They bump, rattle the license plate, plus the windows tinted
Don't even give a fuck that it's dented, bitch, I'm the man now
I'm rolling, driving it slow as if it's stolen
Piling up bros like we was clothing on a dresser
Calling up hoes like we was Jodeci, let's check her
Double D's like double-deckers, I wanna sex her
But these keys don't come with game on how to finesse her
Five semesters left until college, I'm under pressure
I'm not a real nigga 'til I undress her, I gotta 'press her
This was my main concern back when concerns were lesser
Nowadays, I often yearn to press the backspace button
Or hit return, but life is not no word processor
Most folks would burn the sess to burn the stress of my real-life trauma
Plus fickle niggas thinking they done heard the best of Jermaine Lamarr
But that's insane, it couldn't be further left of
The truth is that my new shit slap, you never heard it better
Give me a sec, I murder sectors
Prefer to let you see it rather than say it, but it spill out
I gotta chill out
Say "Fuck the world" and never pull out
We had no Boblo boat, but I could note those times is like a Bible quote
BC, before cellphones, the first time I would smoke
I was 6-years-old, but that's for another chapter
That's for another story, to God be the glory
I made it out unscathed and now I sunbathe with my son and Tanzanian sunrays thinking 'bout dumb days
Thinking 'bout dumb days
This is 808-Ray
Legendary lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
("Book Of Ryan" Version)
A women's loyalty is tested
When her man has nothing
A man's loyalty is tested
When that man has everything
The definition of a legend
Is a man who starts with nothing
And leaves the game with everything
Legendary
That shit there gon' make you legendary
This shit here gon' make me legendary
Make me legendary
This shit here gon' make me legendary
Pardon, nigga, I'm the hardest nigga out
The farthest nigga out the party nigga, I'm the artist
I put all these niggas in the garbage
All these niggas in the toilet
While I sit in orbit, I'm not getting better
I'm just getting started, started
I'm just getting, I just flipped it like I do all my competition
Let me slow this shit down
I just need me a bad one
Come over here and wear my flag hon'
I give y'all the bottom line, I don't do a lot of talkin'
Cause a lot of talkin' take up a lot of time
And I don't got a lot of time
Since a kid sittin' in the wicker chair
With the sweater with the collar out of mine
[?] not the sweater, promised to cut the line
Swear not to get out of line
I can't have 'Pac in my closet, I don't got time to idolize
I just cop it and toss it
I don't got time to idolize, my flight is high
Probably the only thing around me tonight that's high
Besides my I-D-E-O-logy
Pockets chubby, I should say tubby
Cause I'm ballin' like Dr. J
Wonderin', "How could they sub me?"
I certainly got comrades like Conrad Murray
Who operate ugly from around the way
I'm lookin' around at these pretty girls, and this what I got to say
Ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad one
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad bitch
That right there gon' make you legendary
That right there gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
I ain't tryna fuck every bitch that's tryna fuck me
That shit right there just ain't necessary
All I'm tryna be is legendary
That right there won't make you legendary
I remember I was just a pimp
Save all that extra shit
You bitches' neck'll twist quick as "The Exorcist"
Just tryna catch a glimpse, bitch I look excellent
Soon as I exit, I peel out advantage
She try to look hard cause her ride lookin' small
We will suit up and boot up and get out like Mexicans
All you niggas do is party all the time
Party all the time, party, party, party
Once you my target, I'll stop you while you're startin'
Started, why you stoppin'? My niggas clock around the party
Around the clock, wearing choppers 'round the .40
And rocket launcher down the block
Mwah! And they ain't got no lawyers
That gon make 'em fuckin' legendary
That's gon make you fucking legendary
Beautiful women asking "Why don't we get together?"
I told all 'em bitches "Nevuary"
Now all them baddest bitches know to never come to me with nonsense
Cause they know that I will fuck 'em once
Like a record company and drop 'em
Hold up, that's that shit gon make you legendary
That shit gon make me so, so, so legendary
Specially if she acting suspect
And the pussy just end up being so, so
I'm just a superhuman being with the quick to slow flow
Got the underground wire, like the tires low pro
Got the eye of the tiger inside of the mind of a, old soul, yo
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad one
That right there gon make you legendary
That right there gon make you legendary
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad bitch
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
You get more for your money when you fuck with Mr. Porter
A women's loyalty is tested
When her man has nothing
A man's loyalty is tested
When that man has everything
The definition of a legend
Is a man who starts with nothing
And leaves the game with everything
Legendary
That shit there gon' make you legendary
This shit here gon' make me legendary
Make me legendary
This shit here gon' make me legendary
Pardon, nigga, I'm the hardest nigga out
The farthest nigga out the party nigga, I'm the artist
I put all these niggas in the garbage
All these niggas in the toilet
While I sit in orbit, I'm not getting better
I'm just getting started, started
I'm just getting, I just flipped it like I do all my competition
Let me slow this shit down
I just need me a bad one
Come over here and wear my flag hon'
I give y'all the bottom line, I don't do a lot of talkin'
Cause a lot of talkin' take up a lot of time
And I don't got a lot of time
Since a kid sittin' in the wicker chair
With the sweater with the collar out of mine
[?] not the sweater, promised to cut the line
Swear not to get out of line
I can't have 'Pac in my closet, I don't got time to idolize
I just cop it and toss it
I don't got time to idolize, my flight is high
Probably the only thing around me tonight that's high
Besides my I-D-E-O-logy
Pockets chubby, I should say tubby
Cause I'm ballin' like Dr. J
Wonderin', "How could they sub me?"
I certainly got comrades like Conrad Murray
Who operate ugly from around the way
I'm lookin' around at these pretty girls, and this what I got to say
Ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad one
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad bitch
That right there gon' make you legendary
That right there gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
That's that shit gon' make you legendary
I ain't tryna fuck every bitch that's tryna fuck me
That shit right there just ain't necessary
All I'm tryna be is legendary
That right there won't make you legendary
I remember I was just a pimp
Save all that extra shit
You bitches' neck'll twist quick as "The Exorcist"
Just tryna catch a glimpse, bitch I look excellent
Soon as I exit, I peel out advantage
She try to look hard cause her ride lookin' small
We will suit up and boot up and get out like Mexicans
All you niggas do is party all the time
Party all the time, party, party, party
Once you my target, I'll stop you while you're startin'
Started, why you stoppin'? My niggas clock around the party
Around the clock, wearing choppers 'round the .40
And rocket launcher down the block
Mwah! And they ain't got no lawyers
That gon make 'em fuckin' legendary
That's gon make you fucking legendary
Beautiful women asking "Why don't we get together?"
I told all 'em bitches "Nevuary"
Now all them baddest bitches know to never come to me with nonsense
Cause they know that I will fuck 'em once
Like a record company and drop 'em
Hold up, that's that shit gon make you legendary
That shit gon make me so, so, so legendary
Specially if she acting suspect
And the pussy just end up being so, so
I'm just a superhuman being with the quick to slow flow
Got the underground wire, like the tires low pro
Got the eye of the tiger inside of the mind of a, old soul, yo
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad one
That right there gon make you legendary
That right there gon make you legendary
It ain't no better feeling
Than turning down you a bad bitch
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
That's that shit gon make you legendary
You get more for your money when you fuck with Mr. Porter
Summer On Lock lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Pusha T, Jadakiss, Fabolous & Agent Sasco)
[Pusha T:]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nigga, I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm 'bout to start another life
You a target, I'll probably blast you twice
Alky rappin' with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm, I'm the calm 'fore disaster could strike
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized
I ain't even human, I'm paying a communion wine
Cruisin' in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
Y'all can finish that whack shit, then it's back to the gods
I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?
[Pusha T (Jadakiss):]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
[Jadakiss:]
HA-HAAAEEH!
Uh, it's fly season, my season
As long as I don't lose, it's all cool if I die even (cool)
Yeah, we the niggas that they talking 'bout (us)
Yeah, y'all the niggas that they chalkin' out
Yeah, I just let 'em go, I don't force 'em out
Supreme Court starin' at my man as they walk him out
The time that he lookin' at is crucial
I can see the pain translated through his pupils
Turn yourself in, it's even worse when they scoop you
See the Jake, don't hit the brake, just go to neutral
Barbeques, white yacht parties, that's what he used to
Pool halls, clubs and cribs, that's what he shoot through
Work out, get your number on, ack (work out)
Say your prayers, get your slumber on, ack (aha)
They ain't give you life so your number gon' pop
You best believe 'til the day you come home
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
[Agent Sasco (Fabolous):]
Our-a sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our-a sun shine all day long
All-all-all day long (ah, stop frontin', nigga, hah)
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
[Fabolous:]
Grind all winter, shine all summer
Life's a bitch and I'm tryna keep you slime balls from her
Any leaks, we gon' fix it, none of mine call plumbers
Nina to your chest player like nine y'all number
We Rondo niggas, real recognize real, you John Doe nigga
I made a closet out of a condo, nigga
See that's flyest nigga living shit, look over the river shit
She say I'm a asshole, how, when I don't give a shit?
It's play money, my son think the foreign a toy
That's why the family gon' ball like Lavar and his boys
I realize they wanna backstab me, then turn knife
You ain't got a hunnid 'till you got two hunnid, learn life
Respect ain't earned twice, once you lose it, it's gone
And it's lame when your money right but you using it wrong
Shout to niggas coming home this summer, the juice back
Screaming OJ shootin' craps, brought the tre deuce back, yeah
[Pusha T:]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock
[Agent Sasco:]
Our-a sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our-a sun shine all day long
All-all-all day long
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
[Royce da 5'9":]
Nigga, I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm 'bout to start another life
You a target, I'll probably blast you twice
Alky rappin' with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm, I'm the calm 'fore disaster could strike
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon' shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
Y'all came to be euthanized, I can't be de-humanized
I ain't even human, I'm paying a communion wine
Cruisin' in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a nigga face off like his neighbor is Tim Taylor
Racketeerin' charge, tennis match in the yard
Y'all can finish that whack shit, then it's back to the gods
I'm in the Maybach right now tryna innovate
I'm too fly, don't try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favorite artist tryna party with Puff
I'm tryna fuck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what?
[Pusha T (Jadakiss):]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stuntin' but you broke, why you frontin'? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
[Jadakiss:]
HA-HAAAEEH!
Uh, it's fly season, my season
As long as I don't lose, it's all cool if I die even (cool)
Yeah, we the niggas that they talking 'bout (us)
Yeah, y'all the niggas that they chalkin' out
Yeah, I just let 'em go, I don't force 'em out
Supreme Court starin' at my man as they walk him out
The time that he lookin' at is crucial
I can see the pain translated through his pupils
Turn yourself in, it's even worse when they scoop you
See the Jake, don't hit the brake, just go to neutral
Barbeques, white yacht parties, that's what he used to
Pool halls, clubs and cribs, that's what he shoot through
Work out, get your number on, ack (work out)
Say your prayers, get your slumber on, ack (aha)
They ain't give you life so your number gon' pop
You best believe 'til the day you come home
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
[Agent Sasco (Fabolous):]
Our-a sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our-a sun shine all day long
All-all-all day long (ah, stop frontin', nigga, hah)
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
[Fabolous:]
Grind all winter, shine all summer
Life's a bitch and I'm tryna keep you slime balls from her
Any leaks, we gon' fix it, none of mine call plumbers
Nina to your chest player like nine y'all number
We Rondo niggas, real recognize real, you John Doe nigga
I made a closet out of a condo, nigga
See that's flyest nigga living shit, look over the river shit
She say I'm a asshole, how, when I don't give a shit?
It's play money, my son think the foreign a toy
That's why the family gon' ball like Lavar and his boys
I realize they wanna backstab me, then turn knife
You ain't got a hunnid 'till you got two hunnid, learn life
Respect ain't earned twice, once you lose it, it's gone
And it's lame when your money right but you using it wrong
Shout to niggas coming home this summer, the juice back
Screaming OJ shootin' craps, brought the tre deuce back, yeah
[Pusha T:]
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting? (why you frontin'?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock
[Agent Sasco:]
Our-a sun shine all day long
Tell 'em soul hustle all day long
Our-a sun shine all day long
All-all-all day long
[Pusha T:] I got the summer on lock
Amazing lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Melanie Rutherford)
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Ryan!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I am not trying to be in the store all day
Y'all can play the game one time
Let me go get change for a dollar real quick
Hey my man, what's up, you got change for a dollar?
What's up, man? You don't remember me do you? (Ryan!)
I remember you. I remember you, definitely
I remember you took my basketball and wouldn't give it back
Cause I dribbled it inside the store but I was just messing with you
Plus that was my lucky ball
My Dad got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
I'm little Ryan from 16650 Bayers
Remember me? I used to buy all the mystery mix Now And Laters
I used to wait for God to come down and answer all my prayers
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Same little boy used to walk to the corner store
Who used to get the Funyun chips
Who ended up, dumb, young, and rich
I had young parents but they both were strict
I had a supersticious Grandad, wait, scratch that, crazy Grandad
I seen him turn his hat around three times
Drive his car around the corner three times in reverse
Just 'cause he crossed paths with a black cat
Man, you remember Hank? He used to be a jimmy at the market
My Mom used to do his laundry
He used to have me and my brothers dyin' laughing at him
Talkin about: you know you can't leave them clothes in the washing machine too long when they get done washed
And still put 'em in the dryer
Doing that makes the clothes stink
Damn, being back here bring back so many memories
You sure you don't remember me? You remember the ball
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
Nigga, everybody know little Ryan from 17150 North Long
I used to come and cop pork rinds
I used to watch drug dealers come through in cars
Like, if I get one of those, its showtime
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)
Is that Ryan? Is it always good to see him in the neighborhood
Hey baby! How your momma? Look at that car, he done done it
I told y'all he was gonna do somethin'...
Ryan!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Wow, this is overwheling
It feels like it was just yesterday I was watching Good Times wishing I could get ahold of Thelma
Fighting with my brother over channels
I like watching movies
He likes stupid shit like Robin Williams going Nanu Nanu
Whatever that stupid ass show called
I ain't around here being no attention whore
I need niggas to look at these whips for every time we got those extension cords
God, I miss my big brother so much
He went to prison so much that I don't think I'd recognize him these days much
But I'mma always know what to get him from the Ice Cream truck
He used to get the Push-up Pops
I used to get the Snow Cone
I used to wanna be just like Turbo
He used to want to be Ozone
I got all the kids waving at me
All the elderly off they high horse
They wouldn't even let a nigga play twenty-one in the driveway
Nowdays the ball is in the my court (Ryan!)
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
Everybody going 'ain't that... little Ryan from over there on Morrow
I ain't seen him since he was a baby'
Well I'm back in town to let people know that you don't need no lucky ball, you already amazing
And I'm still your neighbor
Little ol' Ryan
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
And God bless the child no matter how long it seems, somehow he'll find his way home
It's so important baby
Between the memories and family, I don't know which one is more amazing
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing
Ryan!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I am not trying to be in the store all day
Y'all can play the game one time
Let me go get change for a dollar real quick
Hey my man, what's up, you got change for a dollar?
What's up, man? You don't remember me do you? (Ryan!)
I remember you. I remember you, definitely
I remember you took my basketball and wouldn't give it back
Cause I dribbled it inside the store but I was just messing with you
Plus that was my lucky ball
My Dad got it signed by Isaiah Thomas so I kept it with me
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
I'm little Ryan from 16650 Bayers
Remember me? I used to buy all the mystery mix Now And Laters
I used to wait for God to come down and answer all my prayers
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Same little boy used to walk to the corner store
Who used to get the Funyun chips
Who ended up, dumb, young, and rich
I had young parents but they both were strict
I had a supersticious Grandad, wait, scratch that, crazy Grandad
I seen him turn his hat around three times
Drive his car around the corner three times in reverse
Just 'cause he crossed paths with a black cat
Man, you remember Hank? He used to be a jimmy at the market
My Mom used to do his laundry
He used to have me and my brothers dyin' laughing at him
Talkin about: you know you can't leave them clothes in the washing machine too long when they get done washed
And still put 'em in the dryer
Doing that makes the clothes stink
Damn, being back here bring back so many memories
You sure you don't remember me? You remember the ball
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
Nigga, everybody know little Ryan from 17150 North Long
I used to come and cop pork rinds
I used to watch drug dealers come through in cars
Like, if I get one of those, its showtime
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing (Ryan!)
Is that Ryan? Is it always good to see him in the neighborhood
Hey baby! How your momma? Look at that car, he done done it
I told y'all he was gonna do somethin'...
Ryan!
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Wow, this is overwheling
It feels like it was just yesterday I was watching Good Times wishing I could get ahold of Thelma
Fighting with my brother over channels
I like watching movies
He likes stupid shit like Robin Williams going Nanu Nanu
Whatever that stupid ass show called
I ain't around here being no attention whore
I need niggas to look at these whips for every time we got those extension cords
God, I miss my big brother so much
He went to prison so much that I don't think I'd recognize him these days much
But I'mma always know what to get him from the Ice Cream truck
He used to get the Push-up Pops
I used to get the Snow Cone
I used to wanna be just like Turbo
He used to want to be Ozone
I got all the kids waving at me
All the elderly off they high horse
They wouldn't even let a nigga play twenty-one in the driveway
Nowdays the ball is in the my court (Ryan!)
Everywhere I went I used to bounce that ball
Everywhere I used to go I used bounce that, bounce that ball
Everybody going 'ain't that... little Ryan from over there on Morrow
I ain't seen him since he was a baby'
Well I'm back in town to let people know that you don't need no lucky ball, you already amazing
And I'm still your neighbor
Little ol' Ryan
[Mélanie Rutherford:]
And God bless the child no matter how long it seems, somehow he'll find his way home
It's so important baby
Between the memories and family, I don't know which one is more amazing
Never asked for much when I sat down and say my prayers
All I ever, ever wanted was to be amazing
Outside lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Marsha Ambrosius & Robert Glasper)
[Robert Glasper:]
I was also gonna ask about your fear as an individual
You know, this is plenty of people, feel a sense of security around you and kinda lean on you
You ever feel like a certain amount of pressure from that?
Do you ever get afraid?
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Of course I do
I mean everybody gets afraid sometimes
[Robert Glasper:]
What possibly could make you afraid?
What are you afraid of? (afraid of, afraid of)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
(Sometimes I'm even afraid to admit..)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the weight of my problems
Haters working overtime, 8 or 9 jobs worth
All these wanted ski masks niggas
Old basketball shorts under jean ass niggas needa know
I'm a product of a dead poet riding at it's low
Equals Mia Angelo, my emphatic flow can rise the status quo
Lying on the panic floor
Addict at it's best
Eradicated from the fabricated
Afraid at the thought of releasing music that's indicative of where I'm at in life
Will they like? Will they hate?
The better question is if they hate it is you down to pay the price?
I'll look you right in your eyes and say you mother fuckin' right
Don't bother me with adversity, I conquered more ground than King Kong could
All I think about these days is Mom good
'Cause she diabetic
My daddy just had a cancer scare
And do he still work at the post office? The answer's yeah
I'm introverted, knowing that it's not about Oz
Bigger problems outside
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
There's a war going on outside
That no man is safe from
You see you can smile but that won't change the color of your skin
But I'm the sinner
Yet you kick me, punch me, say don't trust me
Shoot me down like I'm up to something
Fuck with me and say I've deceived you
But how's that legal? Am I that evil?
Why do you hate me?
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm afraid of you going to college and not acknowledging I'm your father 'cause you not proud enough
But I fought hard to make sure you never see certain things I'm a product of
It's easy to confuse being a father with being a provider
But all we got is us and I'm afraid to lose you
You the coolest kid I ever saw
She did a good job with you
Sometimes I hesitate to take credit for raising you too
'Cause all I did was discipline
I never taught you to ride a bike but we still a lot alike
And you making music now? I wonder what made you wanna give this a spin
You know what I'm about to say next, right?
I'm afraid of you drinkin'
Though I never taught you to swim, I'm afraid of you sinkin'
I know I taught you to fight, you ain't in condition to win this
You wired different
You just ain't the nigga you friends is, it's scientific
Not my opinion so you know you genetically predisposed to more than just eating soul food
So I'm afraid of you to try to risk it
You in a gene pool with a lot of sick fish
And I'm the sickest of them all
Alcoholics stop from the symptoms of withdrawal
Look out the window, tell me what you see
Police shootin' brothers the color of you and me
And they actin' like they hate us so you may just wanna love yourself enough to compensate it
If I can say this, say this one thing, this one thing non-related
You were never, ever, ever, better than me in basketball
Yeah right, sure...
I was also gonna ask about your fear as an individual
You know, this is plenty of people, feel a sense of security around you and kinda lean on you
You ever feel like a certain amount of pressure from that?
Do you ever get afraid?
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Of course I do
I mean everybody gets afraid sometimes
[Robert Glasper:]
What possibly could make you afraid?
What are you afraid of? (afraid of, afraid of)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
(I'm afraid, I'm afraid)
(Sometimes I'm even afraid to admit..)
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the weight of my problems
Haters working overtime, 8 or 9 jobs worth
All these wanted ski masks niggas
Old basketball shorts under jean ass niggas needa know
I'm a product of a dead poet riding at it's low
Equals Mia Angelo, my emphatic flow can rise the status quo
Lying on the panic floor
Addict at it's best
Eradicated from the fabricated
Afraid at the thought of releasing music that's indicative of where I'm at in life
Will they like? Will they hate?
The better question is if they hate it is you down to pay the price?
I'll look you right in your eyes and say you mother fuckin' right
Don't bother me with adversity, I conquered more ground than King Kong could
All I think about these days is Mom good
'Cause she diabetic
My daddy just had a cancer scare
And do he still work at the post office? The answer's yeah
I'm introverted, knowing that it's not about Oz
Bigger problems outside
[Marsha Ambrosius:]
There's a war going on outside
That no man is safe from
You see you can smile but that won't change the color of your skin
But I'm the sinner
Yet you kick me, punch me, say don't trust me
Shoot me down like I'm up to something
Fuck with me and say I've deceived you
But how's that legal? Am I that evil?
Why do you hate me?
[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm afraid of you going to college and not acknowledging I'm your father 'cause you not proud enough
But I fought hard to make sure you never see certain things I'm a product of
It's easy to confuse being a father with being a provider
But all we got is us and I'm afraid to lose you
You the coolest kid I ever saw
She did a good job with you
Sometimes I hesitate to take credit for raising you too
'Cause all I did was discipline
I never taught you to ride a bike but we still a lot alike
And you making music now? I wonder what made you wanna give this a spin
You know what I'm about to say next, right?
I'm afraid of you drinkin'
Though I never taught you to swim, I'm afraid of you sinkin'
I know I taught you to fight, you ain't in condition to win this
You wired different
You just ain't the nigga you friends is, it's scientific
Not my opinion so you know you genetically predisposed to more than just eating soul food
So I'm afraid of you to try to risk it
You in a gene pool with a lot of sick fish
And I'm the sickest of them all
Alcoholics stop from the symptoms of withdrawal
Look out the window, tell me what you see
Police shootin' brothers the color of you and me
And they actin' like they hate us so you may just wanna love yourself enough to compensate it
If I can say this, say this one thing, this one thing non-related
You were never, ever, ever, better than me in basketball
Yeah right, sure...
Power lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
(You want what for Christmas?
Hell no
What chu mean this is all we got?
That's it?)
It's Christmas time in the Montgomery home
Daddy's actin' all crazy again
Momma got herself a bloody nose
Daddy slapped her in the face again
Why they always gotta fight so much? Damn!
Momma face swole
Me and my bros in a panic state
If that's the case, yo I can't just stay around this
Everything was fine, we just had dinner
We got all the He-Mans
Battle Cat, Adam and Cringer, even Castle Greyskull and Snake Mountain
Now we sit and listen to y'all argue about how y'all planned this day
And y'all just admitted to us Santa fake
So Kid Vishis just ran away poutin'
Now I gotta go and console him
He wasn't nothin' but a spoiled little boy then
Little naive with an innocent cry
All he ever wanted to do was fit in with us
And y'all bought him a pair of fake Timberlands and put in a real Timberland box
I never forget them boots, they was called Rugged Outbacks
Momma went and found them at Payless and made us promise not to say nothin'
Then Pop came in like he ain't know nothin' about it
Like, "Judy you gon' send that boy out in public like that?"
"He'll be just fine, these kids ain't 'bout to be looking down at his feet for no treat"
And she really meant that
Meanwhile, this little arrogant nigga called himself stuntin' on me and Greg with him talkin' about, "where your Timbs at?"
But he was too young to detect sarcasm so we was like, "nigga, where your Timbs at?"
It's Thanksgiving in the Montgomery home
Greg just came in here drunk again
Now Momma tryna cover for him, she afraid my Daddy gone punch him again
Why you gotta get drunk so much? Damn!
I wish you would just stay where you was at instead of coming home all rude and disrespectin' our father
Follow all the rules and shit, man
The mood done switched me and Vicious playing Connect Four
Our Favorite movie just came on the tube and it's ironic it's Bloodsport
And I'm looking at Frank Dux and shit, thinkin' you should split
Before Daddy come down these stairs of this basement and see you wasted
But he just cut me off like, "That nigga ain't gon' do shit"
But the truth is he couldn't whoop my dad even if he was sober
I know 'cause he tried once
Ended up unconscious, a broke arm and a tooth was chipped
My big bro got a lot of emotional problems
He feel that we was all abused as kids
He saw Momma get dragged down all kinds of stairs like a ragdoll when he was two
And this is back when Daddy used to sniff cocaine, poor thang
He had to be subjected to this when he gets drunk
He gets to losing it
He gets the illusion that he gon' protect us all from the Big Bad Wolf
Stand up to him and prove some shit
But all he really doing is stressing Mom out
Gotta her goin', "boy you know your daddy up there asleep
The food is ready, why don't you stop making all this noise and let him stay sleep?"
The Turkey's done in the Montgomery home
Dad has just been awakened again
Greg is making all kinds of noise
Daddy's on his way angry again
"Who is that making all that God damn noise?
Greggy, get up here!
You been out there drinking again?
What the fuck I tell you about coming in my house with this disrespectful shit?
Nigga where the fuck you don' been?"
I'm thinking to myself Greg please don't say nothin' stupid, man
Every time my Daddy in his drawers and he standing in the hallway mad at somebody, I swear to God he got the same strength as Superman
My brother turned around and just walks in the kitchen
Without even givin' an answer, with his back to him like "I ain't gotta talk to you nigga"
"Nigga, you don't hear me talking to you?"
Next thing my brother did is something that when it comes to my father is something you just don't do
He looked him right in his eyes and he asked him, "what the fuck is you gon' do?"
My father hit him so hard his body hit the stove
The oven door hit the fucking floor
The turkey fell out the oven whole and landed near the stairs
Now Daddy standing over Greg talkin' 'bout, "Nigga, you ain't hurt!
Get up, get up!"
And here come Vish' talkin' 'bout, "Dad, I don't think he gon' get up"
Then Momma went damn near hysterical
She called the police, the police came
Neighbors is all in the street watching the cops takin' my father out in handcuffs
Damn, man that shit was real embarrassing
To all my friends I grew up with or grew up fatherless
I know through me you live vicariously
I want you to know that we ain't know better than you and yours
We all needed therapy
We care about each other more than we care about if anybody understands us
What I'm tryin' say is "fuck you!" and Happy Holidays from the Montgomery family
Every man reaches that point in life
Where he don't want to make excuses no more more
Life took me on a rollercoaster ride
I've been up I've been down all the ribbons and my daddy came
Took me on highs
Turned around and then took me on lows
Oh
Then I think about it
I use that shit as fuel
Then I changed it into "power"
Now can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
That I'm a grown man with "power"
Yeah, let me hear you say yeah
If you was raised in a strict home like me
Felt alone like me and it gave you "power"
Ooh
You can do it too just look at me
See I'm a grown man with "power"
Yeah, everybody say yeah
If you don't know the meaning of abusive
You've been through so much ain't nothing nobody can do to you
Now can't you feel it?
I'mma run away
This is how I became
A grown man with "power"
You can do it too
If I can do it
Use this "power"
I was a runaway
I was a runaway
There ain't nothing you can do to me
Do to me
"When you were a child growing up with grandad and granny
Did you really feel like grandad was a good father to you?"
Absolutely, absolutely. All my friend's daddy's was walking out on them left and right. Y'know he never left us, he was always there for us. Y'know there were a lot of things that happened that I didn't understand. Maybe I might not have answered the question the same way when I was a teenager, but I understand and appreciate him so much more now: as a man. Y'know 'cause he taught me respect and discipline and consequences for your acts. So yeah of course
"Do you think his approach as a father really shaped the type of father that you are today, or do you in some ways think it had negatives to it, and if so, what kind of negative traits do you try to avoid having as a father right now, to me?"
When you have your own you'll understand
Hell no
What chu mean this is all we got?
That's it?)
It's Christmas time in the Montgomery home
Daddy's actin' all crazy again
Momma got herself a bloody nose
Daddy slapped her in the face again
Why they always gotta fight so much? Damn!
Momma face swole
Me and my bros in a panic state
If that's the case, yo I can't just stay around this
Everything was fine, we just had dinner
We got all the He-Mans
Battle Cat, Adam and Cringer, even Castle Greyskull and Snake Mountain
Now we sit and listen to y'all argue about how y'all planned this day
And y'all just admitted to us Santa fake
So Kid Vishis just ran away poutin'
Now I gotta go and console him
He wasn't nothin' but a spoiled little boy then
Little naive with an innocent cry
All he ever wanted to do was fit in with us
And y'all bought him a pair of fake Timberlands and put in a real Timberland box
I never forget them boots, they was called Rugged Outbacks
Momma went and found them at Payless and made us promise not to say nothin'
Then Pop came in like he ain't know nothin' about it
Like, "Judy you gon' send that boy out in public like that?"
"He'll be just fine, these kids ain't 'bout to be looking down at his feet for no treat"
And she really meant that
Meanwhile, this little arrogant nigga called himself stuntin' on me and Greg with him talkin' about, "where your Timbs at?"
But he was too young to detect sarcasm so we was like, "nigga, where your Timbs at?"
It's Thanksgiving in the Montgomery home
Greg just came in here drunk again
Now Momma tryna cover for him, she afraid my Daddy gone punch him again
Why you gotta get drunk so much? Damn!
I wish you would just stay where you was at instead of coming home all rude and disrespectin' our father
Follow all the rules and shit, man
The mood done switched me and Vicious playing Connect Four
Our Favorite movie just came on the tube and it's ironic it's Bloodsport
And I'm looking at Frank Dux and shit, thinkin' you should split
Before Daddy come down these stairs of this basement and see you wasted
But he just cut me off like, "That nigga ain't gon' do shit"
But the truth is he couldn't whoop my dad even if he was sober
I know 'cause he tried once
Ended up unconscious, a broke arm and a tooth was chipped
My big bro got a lot of emotional problems
He feel that we was all abused as kids
He saw Momma get dragged down all kinds of stairs like a ragdoll when he was two
And this is back when Daddy used to sniff cocaine, poor thang
He had to be subjected to this when he gets drunk
He gets to losing it
He gets the illusion that he gon' protect us all from the Big Bad Wolf
Stand up to him and prove some shit
But all he really doing is stressing Mom out
Gotta her goin', "boy you know your daddy up there asleep
The food is ready, why don't you stop making all this noise and let him stay sleep?"
The Turkey's done in the Montgomery home
Dad has just been awakened again
Greg is making all kinds of noise
Daddy's on his way angry again
"Who is that making all that God damn noise?
Greggy, get up here!
You been out there drinking again?
What the fuck I tell you about coming in my house with this disrespectful shit?
Nigga where the fuck you don' been?"
I'm thinking to myself Greg please don't say nothin' stupid, man
Every time my Daddy in his drawers and he standing in the hallway mad at somebody, I swear to God he got the same strength as Superman
My brother turned around and just walks in the kitchen
Without even givin' an answer, with his back to him like "I ain't gotta talk to you nigga"
"Nigga, you don't hear me talking to you?"
Next thing my brother did is something that when it comes to my father is something you just don't do
He looked him right in his eyes and he asked him, "what the fuck is you gon' do?"
My father hit him so hard his body hit the stove
The oven door hit the fucking floor
The turkey fell out the oven whole and landed near the stairs
Now Daddy standing over Greg talkin' 'bout, "Nigga, you ain't hurt!
Get up, get up!"
And here come Vish' talkin' 'bout, "Dad, I don't think he gon' get up"
Then Momma went damn near hysterical
She called the police, the police came
Neighbors is all in the street watching the cops takin' my father out in handcuffs
Damn, man that shit was real embarrassing
To all my friends I grew up with or grew up fatherless
I know through me you live vicariously
I want you to know that we ain't know better than you and yours
We all needed therapy
We care about each other more than we care about if anybody understands us
What I'm tryin' say is "fuck you!" and Happy Holidays from the Montgomery family
Every man reaches that point in life
Where he don't want to make excuses no more more
Life took me on a rollercoaster ride
I've been up I've been down all the ribbons and my daddy came
Took me on highs
Turned around and then took me on lows
Oh
Then I think about it
I use that shit as fuel
Then I changed it into "power"
Now can't you feel it?
Can't you feel it?
That I'm a grown man with "power"
Yeah, let me hear you say yeah
If you was raised in a strict home like me
Felt alone like me and it gave you "power"
Ooh
You can do it too just look at me
See I'm a grown man with "power"
Yeah, everybody say yeah
If you don't know the meaning of abusive
You've been through so much ain't nothing nobody can do to you
Now can't you feel it?
I'mma run away
This is how I became
A grown man with "power"
You can do it too
If I can do it
Use this "power"
I was a runaway
I was a runaway
There ain't nothing you can do to me
Do to me
"When you were a child growing up with grandad and granny
Did you really feel like grandad was a good father to you?"
Absolutely, absolutely. All my friend's daddy's was walking out on them left and right. Y'know he never left us, he was always there for us. Y'know there were a lot of things that happened that I didn't understand. Maybe I might not have answered the question the same way when I was a teenager, but I understand and appreciate him so much more now: as a man. Y'know 'cause he taught me respect and discipline and consequences for your acts. So yeah of course
"Do you think his approach as a father really shaped the type of father that you are today, or do you in some ways think it had negatives to it, and if so, what kind of negative traits do you try to avoid having as a father right now, to me?"
When you have your own you'll understand
Protecting Ryan (Skit) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Protecting Ryan
Protecting Ryan
Back when I was a teenager
Me, my brother Vish, and My brother Greg was playing basketball at the court
There was these two niggas in general that just kept fouling, just fouling, fouling
So I went up for a lay-up, I'm like "ball nigga!"
God damn, they talkin' shit, I'm talkin' shit
He jumps up in my face
So I throw an overhand right and a hook
Bitch! 'wham! wham!'
This nigga falls to the ground asleep
All you see is Z's, birdies, stars, you hear all that shit
And then I run up on the nigga that he was with that was also talkin' shit
I said "what's up"
Soon as I said that, this nigga Vish just threw the basketball and hit him in the face hard as fuck, 'boom!'
Now if he was about to say something tough, he must have just changed his mind 'cause that nigga turned around and broke running
All I heard that nigga saying was, "I don't want a problem"
And right when I was thinking to myself, 'where the fuck is Greg at?'
I'm reminded of why I never call him when there's a problem
He got this thing about protectin' Ryan, he just kinda overdo shit
So the next thing that happened in my mind, went like this:
Greg flew into the picture, possibly from out of the sky, I think he was wearing a cape
He landed infront of me like 'duhn duhn dah duhn'
With a knife in his hand, with the handle taped up that he had been keeping under his front driver's seat in his car the whole time and nobody knew
This nigga just blacked out and started swinging the knife at the dude I dropped
'swoosh swoosh swoosh' "I'mma kill you mother fucker!"
And start cuttin' the nigga
I had to grab him like, "Greggy, what are you doing? Don't kill this nigga!"
The whole park just went silent
And then the silence gets broken by police sirens
And all you hear from each way is people going, "Greg throw the knife on the roof! Greg throw the knife in the pool! Get rid of the knife, Greg!"
And he drops the bloody knife right in the grass
I look at him, he looks back at me
Prison bars just come in between us and surrounds him completely
My mother and father just outta nowhere pops into the picture
And I said, "You ain't have to try to kill him Greggy"
My mother and father, "Why you have to try and kill him Greggy?"
He said, "I was protecting Ryan!"
And then he went to prison and started writing letters home
"Dear Momma
I'm so sorry
All I was doing was protectin' Ryan"
And then he came home
"Ryan got a record deal, did you hear, Greg?"
"Yeah, I deal with a record everyday that I got for calling myself protecting Ryan."
"But you ain't have to call his wife a bitch right to her face"
"See here we go again, don't nobody never see my side of the story. Everytime I turn around, y'all either defending or protecting Ryan"
I think I get it now
Thank you for protectin' me
I wouldn't be where I'm at today if you hadn't protected me
Thank you
Thank you for teaching me how to rap
Thank you for teaching me how to scrap
Thank you for sacrificing your life so I can have a better life
Greg, is that what you want to hear?
Protecting Ryan
Back when I was a teenager
Me, my brother Vish, and My brother Greg was playing basketball at the court
There was these two niggas in general that just kept fouling, just fouling, fouling
So I went up for a lay-up, I'm like "ball nigga!"
God damn, they talkin' shit, I'm talkin' shit
He jumps up in my face
So I throw an overhand right and a hook
Bitch! 'wham! wham!'
This nigga falls to the ground asleep
All you see is Z's, birdies, stars, you hear all that shit
And then I run up on the nigga that he was with that was also talkin' shit
I said "what's up"
Soon as I said that, this nigga Vish just threw the basketball and hit him in the face hard as fuck, 'boom!'
Now if he was about to say something tough, he must have just changed his mind 'cause that nigga turned around and broke running
All I heard that nigga saying was, "I don't want a problem"
And right when I was thinking to myself, 'where the fuck is Greg at?'
I'm reminded of why I never call him when there's a problem
He got this thing about protectin' Ryan, he just kinda overdo shit
So the next thing that happened in my mind, went like this:
Greg flew into the picture, possibly from out of the sky, I think he was wearing a cape
He landed infront of me like 'duhn duhn dah duhn'
With a knife in his hand, with the handle taped up that he had been keeping under his front driver's seat in his car the whole time and nobody knew
This nigga just blacked out and started swinging the knife at the dude I dropped
'swoosh swoosh swoosh' "I'mma kill you mother fucker!"
And start cuttin' the nigga
I had to grab him like, "Greggy, what are you doing? Don't kill this nigga!"
The whole park just went silent
And then the silence gets broken by police sirens
And all you hear from each way is people going, "Greg throw the knife on the roof! Greg throw the knife in the pool! Get rid of the knife, Greg!"
And he drops the bloody knife right in the grass
I look at him, he looks back at me
Prison bars just come in between us and surrounds him completely
My mother and father just outta nowhere pops into the picture
And I said, "You ain't have to try to kill him Greggy"
My mother and father, "Why you have to try and kill him Greggy?"
He said, "I was protecting Ryan!"
And then he went to prison and started writing letters home
"Dear Momma
I'm so sorry
All I was doing was protectin' Ryan"
And then he came home
"Ryan got a record deal, did you hear, Greg?"
"Yeah, I deal with a record everyday that I got for calling myself protecting Ryan."
"But you ain't have to call his wife a bitch right to her face"
"See here we go again, don't nobody never see my side of the story. Everytime I turn around, y'all either defending or protecting Ryan"
I think I get it now
Thank you for protectin' me
I wouldn't be where I'm at today if you hadn't protected me
Thank you
Thank you for teaching me how to rap
Thank you for teaching me how to scrap
Thank you for sacrificing your life so I can have a better life
Greg, is that what you want to hear?
Strong Friend lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Reflections of your strong friend
You need to check up on your strong friend
Nobody ever checks up on your strong friend
Uh, strong friend
I remember 2003, out hear screaming, "We next"
I was grippin' that 300, Rockin Rye Lexus GS
I put rhinestones on my du-rag, I put on leather pants
I went to parties just for Bacardi, I tricked, I never danced
All my friends expected to be treated just as my next of kin
Eyebrows lift up if I'm out with them and let them spend
The question is, "How is y'all problems becoming my problems?
I'm already hiding all of my problems behind my pop' problems"
When I was nine, seen my father beat the shit out of my momma
I'm smilin' right now, I'm trying not to cry about it
Alcoholic, I just spent five thousand tryna buy bottles
Of Patron again, now sing along with your strongest friend
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
You need to check up on your strong friend
The one with strength that's never gon' end
The one with sense, take care of several grown men
Pay they rent and then they trade on him, the Devil play to win
I remember I had Maia Campbell in my Mercedes Benz
You probably thought she gave in to the plot Satan's sin
She got demons greater than, you and I
And this message is to Denaun and to Shady, you say we friends?
Well take care of Lyric, 80 and baby Quinn like they Hailie then
It's shit is my funeral, y'all should play all of my songs too
Hope my body look beautiful, while I lay in my strong suit
Rumors spread about me that ain't true, that's how the fake do
If I'm the strong friend, then what the fuck do that make you?!
Check up on your strong friend, uh
"It's funny, they laugh at me because I'm different
But I laugh at them because they're all the same" - Kurt Cobain
"We're all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids suicide ain't the answer" - Kendrick Lamar
"The worst thing to cause somebody is crazy
It's dismissive, I don't understand this person so he's crazy
That's bullshit, these people are not crazy, they're strong people
Maybe their environment is a little sick" - Dave Chappelle
"Black people don't know a goddamn thing about therapy" - Self
Capital STEEZ, Tyheim, Chester Bennington
Rest in peace my strong friends
You need to check up on your strong friend
Nobody ever checks up on your strong friend
Uh, strong friend
I remember 2003, out hear screaming, "We next"
I was grippin' that 300, Rockin Rye Lexus GS
I put rhinestones on my du-rag, I put on leather pants
I went to parties just for Bacardi, I tricked, I never danced
All my friends expected to be treated just as my next of kin
Eyebrows lift up if I'm out with them and let them spend
The question is, "How is y'all problems becoming my problems?
I'm already hiding all of my problems behind my pop' problems"
When I was nine, seen my father beat the shit out of my momma
I'm smilin' right now, I'm trying not to cry about it
Alcoholic, I just spent five thousand tryna buy bottles
Of Patron again, now sing along with your strongest friend
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
Suicide, it's a suicide
You need to check up on your strong friend
The one with strength that's never gon' end
The one with sense, take care of several grown men
Pay they rent and then they trade on him, the Devil play to win
I remember I had Maia Campbell in my Mercedes Benz
You probably thought she gave in to the plot Satan's sin
She got demons greater than, you and I
And this message is to Denaun and to Shady, you say we friends?
Well take care of Lyric, 80 and baby Quinn like they Hailie then
It's shit is my funeral, y'all should play all of my songs too
Hope my body look beautiful, while I lay in my strong suit
Rumors spread about me that ain't true, that's how the fake do
If I'm the strong friend, then what the fuck do that make you?!
Check up on your strong friend, uh
"It's funny, they laugh at me because I'm different
But I laugh at them because they're all the same" - Kurt Cobain
"We're all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids suicide ain't the answer" - Kendrick Lamar
"The worst thing to cause somebody is crazy
It's dismissive, I don't understand this person so he's crazy
That's bullshit, these people are not crazy, they're strong people
Maybe their environment is a little sick" - Dave Chappelle
"Black people don't know a goddamn thing about therapy" - Self
Capital STEEZ, Tyheim, Chester Bennington
Rest in peace my strong friends
Anything / Everything lyrics - Royce Da 5'9"
Anything or everything
Anything everything
White people decide between anything and everything
My people divide between anything and everything
Grew up in the hood between anything and everything
White people enslaved us made us just do everything
Now they just encage us divide us up and everything
We snitching on each other telling everything
Buy from other colours selling everything
That vodka was my crush but now I'm just on everything
Landlord just kicked my mother out and everything
But why the fuck my people always renting everything
'Cause we don't own anything
We don't stand for anything
And so we'll fall for anything
We wasn't born with anything
We don't control anything
And we don't own anything
And we don't learn anything
So we don't earn anything
We sell our soul for anything
We sell our soul for everything
Mom and poppa used to fall out over everything
I'm at the mall I'm spending all I got on everything
Money and the power bitches over everything
Don't make sense if I ain't living for everything
'Xcept we don't live for anything
Niggas kill for anything
We dying over everything
We killing over anything
Killing over anything
"America will always side with those whom she can direct, give orders to, and have those orders obeyed" - Minister Louis Farrakhan
"There is no police brutality" - Sheriff David A. Clark
"God bless America" - Don King, nigga
Anything everything
White people decide between anything and everything
My people divide between anything and everything
Grew up in the hood between anything and everything
White people enslaved us made us just do everything
Now they just encage us divide us up and everything
We snitching on each other telling everything
Buy from other colours selling everything
That vodka was my crush but now I'm just on everything
Landlord just kicked my mother out and everything
But why the fuck my people always renting everything
'Cause we don't own anything
We don't stand for anything
And so we'll fall for anything
We wasn't born with anything
We don't control anything
And we don't own anything
And we don't learn anything
So we don't earn anything
We sell our soul for anything
We sell our soul for everything
Mom and poppa used to fall out over everything
I'm at the mall I'm spending all I got on everything
Money and the power bitches over everything
Don't make sense if I ain't living for everything
'Xcept we don't live for anything
Niggas kill for anything
We dying over everything
We killing over anything
Killing over anything
"America will always side with those whom she can direct, give orders to, and have those orders obeyed" - Minister Louis Farrakhan
"There is no police brutality" - Sheriff David A. Clark
"God bless America" - Don King, nigga
Stay Woke lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Ashley Sorrell)
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Yeah, now you see what the Lord doin'
Rippin' pages out the book, I had to make the story fluent
Thanks to Marshall I'm sober doing what I enjoy doin'
I'm puttin Chavis Chandler on, had to at least pay it forward to him
Yeah, every other day another star is born
And that's to freshen the decaying of the art form
Fuck with my commas, shit will be quick
Got what's in my pocket out of the dirt, filthy rich
I stuck to my promise to momma, stay focused
Double entendre, I'm tryna vocally smoke you, you will be missed
The hokus, the pokus, magician doing tricks in his miserable business
Who spit, loyalty, forgiveness through biblical scripts
Of morals and wisdom
Painting pictures of this historical war of attrition who's just, the dopest, the wokest
I'm five years sober
Trauma from my childhood, constantly haunts me 'til I finally cry tears over
Sharp as a gauntlet, with thoughts of my side-chick in high heels
Cause I didn't want her, I needed her, though I didn't want her
I'm hot as July, no lie, I wouldn't lie in a sauna
Invest in the truth, don't expect me to buy into moments
They done took the charts over so now y'all scared of them shook niggas?
Jamal Crawford couldn't cross-over and sell me them wolf tickets
Uhh, "Best Rapper Alive" broadcasts in five
Four, three, two, one
I'm fly as a dive in the sky in a harness
Anyone alive sleeping on me can die in pajamas
Police call me a threat to society, though I am a promise
I am a one of one like I'd say a Isaiah Thomas
You can't fathom thinking deep enough to sink the abyss
You think you Pac, I'm thinking of sinking your Demetrius Shipp
Only thing that I can't fathom is why the preacher is rich
How to think in moderation and turn a drink to a sip
I'm private when I fly, I ball out like 'Bron do
You in the game but you sit and coach like Tyronn Lue
Me and my soldiers we just out here mobbing like old Italians
Snatching your homie's necklace to rock it with your medallion
Over these groceries, I'm toe-to-toe with your whole battalion
I hit you with four from this.44 like Hova album
I take lives like banned contracepts
All the contraband I collect is Iran contra-esque
Respect the mantra or die at the hands of consciousness
Run up and get left ran down to death on your damn conscious steps
The booze already made me lose, I can't go out like I'm Amy Winehouse
The Lord graciously still kept me here in a place to be
On the corner like baby Blue standing in timeout
Looking real spiritually aware, pair of Pumas on
Looking like I'm aboard a Lear, headed to uniform
I'm so lyrically rare, I spearheaded the unicorn
[Ashley Sorrell:]
I was born a born one, sugar-coated on
The way I'm livin' put me in a great position now
Every time they hear me, they say, "Ain't nobody did this, nah"
And if they don't, they shit been off
Just listen to the diction in this lyricism
I won't break a fool, they don't want me to blow
But every single show, they hand out like I owe 'em
I already paid my dues and wordings, uh
But if I said it then they still won't know
So I won't waste my time on you
And speakin' on the level that ya never on
No way they hatin' so incredible
My writings on the wall, to you, it's so illegible
I'm invincible, you're sleepin' on me, I'ma stay woke
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, now you see what the Lord doin'
Rippin' pages out the book, I had to make the story fluent
Thanks to Marshall I'm sober doing what I enjoy doin'
I'm puttin Chavis Chandler on, had to at least pay it forward to him
Yeah, every other day another star is born
And that's to freshen the decaying of the art form
Fuck with my commas, shit will be quick
Got what's in my pocket out of the dirt, filthy rich
I stuck to my promise to momma, stay focused
Double entendre, I'm tryna vocally smoke you, you will be missed
The hokus, the pokus, magician doing tricks in his miserable business
Who spit, loyalty, forgiveness through biblical scripts
Of morals and wisdom
Painting pictures of this historical war of attrition who's just, the dopest, the wokest
I'm five years sober
Trauma from my childhood, constantly haunts me 'til I finally cry tears over
Sharp as a gauntlet, with thoughts of my side-chick in high heels
Cause I didn't want her, I needed her, though I didn't want her
I'm hot as July, no lie, I wouldn't lie in a sauna
Invest in the truth, don't expect me to buy into moments
They done took the charts over so now y'all scared of them shook niggas?
Jamal Crawford couldn't cross-over and sell me them wolf tickets
Uhh, "Best Rapper Alive" broadcasts in five
Four, three, two, one
I'm fly as a dive in the sky in a harness
Anyone alive sleeping on me can die in pajamas
Police call me a threat to society, though I am a promise
I am a one of one like I'd say a Isaiah Thomas
You can't fathom thinking deep enough to sink the abyss
You think you Pac, I'm thinking of sinking your Demetrius Shipp
Only thing that I can't fathom is why the preacher is rich
How to think in moderation and turn a drink to a sip
I'm private when I fly, I ball out like 'Bron do
You in the game but you sit and coach like Tyronn Lue
Me and my soldiers we just out here mobbing like old Italians
Snatching your homie's necklace to rock it with your medallion
Over these groceries, I'm toe-to-toe with your whole battalion
I hit you with four from this.44 like Hova album
I take lives like banned contracepts
All the contraband I collect is Iran contra-esque
Respect the mantra or die at the hands of consciousness
Run up and get left ran down to death on your damn conscious steps
The booze already made me lose, I can't go out like I'm Amy Winehouse
The Lord graciously still kept me here in a place to be
On the corner like baby Blue standing in timeout
Looking real spiritually aware, pair of Pumas on
Looking like I'm aboard a Lear, headed to uniform
I'm so lyrically rare, I spearheaded the unicorn
[Ashley Sorrell:]
I was born a born one, sugar-coated on
The way I'm livin' put me in a great position now
Every time they hear me, they say, "Ain't nobody did this, nah"
And if they don't, they shit been off
Just listen to the diction in this lyricism
I won't break a fool, they don't want me to blow
But every single show, they hand out like I owe 'em
I already paid my dues and wordings, uh
But if I said it then they still won't know
So I won't waste my time on you
And speakin' on the level that ya never on
No way they hatin' so incredible
My writings on the wall, to you, it's so illegible
I'm invincible, you're sleepin' on me, I'ma stay woke
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
First Of The Month lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. T-Pain & Chavis Chandler)
[T-Pain:]
I made a choice
I'm rolling with Royce
Everything is everything but I need a better ring
I'm married to the game so I got both of us wedding rings
On everything, T-P's the wedding singer
We only make head bangers
I'm leaving em' dead and I ain't' scared
[Chavis Chandler:]
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my radio
I hope I never be alone
Be alone, yeah
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Said it's the first of the month
Got bitches calling my phone
Just payed a couple of bills
Just got some shit cut back on
I gave my Momma some money
So she can go out and gamble
God only put on me, what he know that I can handle
But it's the first of the month
I'm puttin' some rims on my car
My lady said it's a waste, bullshit I'm a star
Leave me alone, she jealous anytime I'm gon shine
She said if you so talented why
Nobody ain't ever heard of ya
She dumps me on the 20th, takes me back by the 30th
She's wrong, but we been together such a long time
[Chavis Chandler:]
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my radio
I hope I never be alone
Be alone, yeah
[Chavis Chandler & T-Pain:]
Ay, my life's like heaven
That's from the first of the month, until the 7th
And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven
We go from buying back to selling
Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery of a mailman
Oh no no, hello
[T-Pain:]
I'm tryna' be loyal to never going broke again
The money, the power, respect is my only good friends
So I put a ring on the game
I'ma put a chain on it later
Now I got the hang of the game
I'ma make it rain for ya baby
Now, I put the work in
So if anybody asks about me just tell em' I'm working
If you not talkin' bout money then you get the do not disturbin'
Talk down on the game get one of them nerves in
If I ever fucked up a friendship I'm sorry
Money don't buy happiness, I go and cry in a Ferrari
We get kicked out the room, I'ma move the shit down to the lobby
Cause I got my back in the mail, I'm happy as hell, bitch its time to party cause...
[Chavis Chandler:]
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my radio
I hope I never be alone
Said we on
Ay, my life's like heaven
That's from the first of the month, until the 7th
And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven
We go from buying back to selling
Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery of a mailman
And we on, yeah, it's the first of the month
So catch your chicks and come on
It's the first of the month
So catch your chicks and come on
It's the first of the month
So catch your chicks and come on
It's the first of the month
I made a choice
I'm rolling with Royce
Everything is everything but I need a better ring
I'm married to the game so I got both of us wedding rings
On everything, T-P's the wedding singer
We only make head bangers
I'm leaving em' dead and I ain't' scared
[Chavis Chandler:]
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my radio
I hope I never be alone
Be alone, yeah
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Said it's the first of the month
Got bitches calling my phone
Just payed a couple of bills
Just got some shit cut back on
I gave my Momma some money
So she can go out and gamble
God only put on me, what he know that I can handle
But it's the first of the month
I'm puttin' some rims on my car
My lady said it's a waste, bullshit I'm a star
Leave me alone, she jealous anytime I'm gon shine
She said if you so talented why
Nobody ain't ever heard of ya
She dumps me on the 20th, takes me back by the 30th
She's wrong, but we been together such a long time
[Chavis Chandler:]
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my radio
I hope I never be alone
Be alone, yeah
[Chavis Chandler & T-Pain:]
Ay, my life's like heaven
That's from the first of the month, until the 7th
And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven
We go from buying back to selling
Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery of a mailman
Oh no no, hello
[T-Pain:]
I'm tryna' be loyal to never going broke again
The money, the power, respect is my only good friends
So I put a ring on the game
I'ma put a chain on it later
Now I got the hang of the game
I'ma make it rain for ya baby
Now, I put the work in
So if anybody asks about me just tell em' I'm working
If you not talkin' bout money then you get the do not disturbin'
Talk down on the game get one of them nerves in
If I ever fucked up a friendship I'm sorry
Money don't buy happiness, I go and cry in a Ferrari
We get kicked out the room, I'ma move the shit down to the lobby
Cause I got my back in the mail, I'm happy as hell, bitch its time to party cause...
[Chavis Chandler:]
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I was panicking yesterday, now I'm happy as hell
We on, we on, yeah
It's the first of the month
I got my bag in the mail
I'm turning back up my radio
I hope I never be alone
Said we on
Ay, my life's like heaven
That's from the first of the month, until the 7th
And from the 17th to the end it's like heaven
We go from buying back to selling
Ay, I live like a king, by way of delivery of a mailman
And we on, yeah, it's the first of the month
So catch your chicks and come on
It's the first of the month
So catch your chicks and come on
It's the first of the month
So catch your chicks and come on
It's the first of the month
Caterpillar (Remix) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Logic & King Green)
[Gil Scott-Heron:]
You will not be able to stay home brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to what we're retracting to
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is good
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever fucking disrespect the caterpillar
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Logic:]
Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week
And BET still don't wanna let me perform
Maybe it's 'cause my pigment, maybe I'm being ignant
Maybe it's all a figment of my imagination
And exaggeration, exacerbates that I'm the biggest, yes
How many are willing to kill us, we the realest, that's why they feel us the best
But I don't give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though
Shittin' on a brother I should love, man, that's silly, yo
Fuck all this division and lyrical incision
It's time to unify 'cause hip-hop is beautiful, it's you and I
And it doesn't discriminate if you black or white and Christian or Muslim
It just love 'em and put nothin' above 'em
I just want to be remembered as a good person
Dispersin' a message of hope while the whole world worsens
And the media will still find a way to turn us into clickbait and misquote
Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that, I'ma slit throats
Sike nah, "Logic's such a hypocite"
You can take a hike, nah, right now
Are we here to talk about suicide, depression, anxiety, mental health and all that shit you scared to mention
Yeah, I could talk about the millions I've amassed
But now just ain't the time or place
It's crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race
'Cause I'm proud to be black, but matter of fact
If it was flipped around and somebody asked me
What it was like to be a white rapper
"What's it like to be a white rapper, Logic?"
Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like
"Man, it's just so great being a white rapper
White white white, white everything
White, man, being white's so great
Wow it's so great."
And then some brother was like "Ayy, ain't yo daddy black?"
And I was like "Oh shit"
And the whole world be like "What, are you scared to be black? Are you ashamed to be black?! Motherfucker, fuck you!
Fuck you, you piece of shit. Mixed, biracial, fucking cunt"
(That's how they be)
Cole said fuck all this black and white, it's time to unite
Be who you are, identify as a star
Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car
You still just a person and I'm still dispersin' these lyrics
Fuck the rap ego shit
Just be a good person, now that's the spirit
Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture
From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey
Aubrey and can't forget Bobby
To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life
And not just a hobby, uh not just a hobby, uh
Not just a hobby, this is a way of life
Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life
This shit a way of life, yeah
You will not be able to stay home brotha
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out
You will not be able to lose yourself on scag and skip out for beer during commercials
Because the revolution will not be televised
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
I'm a product of Parker Lewis and Kubiak
If I didn't do this, where in the fuck would you be at?
See there's a difference between us, what I spit hit arenas
You a drip from my penis, I eat lions and sip hyenas
You number one when it come to slaughtering mics
I'm tryna be number one in my son and daughter life
Uhh, all you niggas my little rapper babies
Y'all my children, y'all bit my shit and contracted rabies
Don't you grade me next to these rappers, baby, that's degrading
My style got so many different facets
I switch into so many different passions
I'm skippin' class to be fascinatin'
My pen is like Big Ben, this shit's just a classic waiting
Your favorite rapper come at me, I just decapitate him
I hate congratulating these has-beens who had their highs
These rappers only won their matches because they strategize
I bring Attica to these patterns, and here's my battle cry
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar is firing
Oh, we in the war, where butterflies keep dyin', ah
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Here take your number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chip
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Royce Da 5'9":]
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do? Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That could be the death of you
Never let someone who's not as smart as you gas you up
And tell you somethin' you never knew
Always stay professional, you always gon' make revenue
Don't let people next to you that don't want the best for you
It's completely normal to hold on to what we're retracting to
I do what I want to do, they do what I let them do
Everything niggas be sayin' is a fuckin' lie
There is nothing I can say to you that is good
Remember when you raisin' the butterfly
Don't you ever fucking disrespect the caterpillar
[King Green:]
This right here for the number ones
Number ones here with your number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Now you think that you number one, quit
Number one soul, get your number one chick
Number one fly with your number one kicks
When it's all done then your number gon' switch
[Logic:]
Yeah, sold a quarter million records in my first week
And BET still don't wanna let me perform
Maybe it's 'cause my pigment, maybe I'm being ignant
Maybe it's all a figment of my imagination
And exaggeration, exacerbates that I'm the biggest, yes
How many are willing to kill us, we the realest, that's why they feel us the best
But I don't give a fuck about this rap shit, not really though
Shittin' on a brother I should love, man, that's silly, yo
Fuck all this division and lyrical incision
It's time to unify 'cause hip-hop is beautiful, it's you and I
And it doesn't discriminate if you black or white and Christian or Muslim
It just love 'em and put nothin' above 'em
I just want to be remembered as a good person
Dispersin' a message of hope while the whole world worsens
And the media will still find a way to turn us into clickbait and misquote
Wanna keep the peace, but if you do that, I'ma slit throats
Sike nah, "Logic's such a hypocite"
You can take a hike, nah, right now
Are we here to talk about suicide, depression, anxiety, mental health and all that shit you scared to mention
Yeah, I could talk about the millions I've amassed
But now just ain't the time or place
It's crazy how everyone so obsessed with my race
'Cause I'm proud to be black, but matter of fact
If it was flipped around and somebody asked me
What it was like to be a white rapper
"What's it like to be a white rapper, Logic?"
Oh and I was just like, just never talked about it like
"Man, it's just so great being a white rapper
White white white, white everything
White, man, being white's so great
Wow it's so great."
And then some brother was like "Ayy, ain't yo daddy black?"
And I was like "Oh shit"
And the whole world be like "What, are you scared to be black? Are you ashamed to be black?! Motherfucker, fuck you!
Fuck you, you piece of shit. Mixed, biracial, fucking cunt"
(That's how they be)
Cole said fuck all this black and white, it's time to unite
Be who you are, identify as a star
Fuck all the jewelry and money inside of yo car
You still just a person and I'm still dispersin' these lyrics
Fuck the rap ego shit
Just be a good person, now that's the spirit
Shoutout to true emcees that love the culture
From Duckworth to Chano, Jermaine and Joey
Aubrey and can't forget Bobby
To every emcee who knows that this is truly a way of life
And not just a hobby, uh not just a hobby, uh
Not just a hobby, this is a way of life
Shout out to Bobby, the L-O-G-I-C, this shit a way of life
This shit a way of life, yeah
Wrote My Way Out (Remix) lyrics - Royce Da 5'9" (feat. Aloe Blacc)
[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out
[Royce da 5'9":]
Uh, they said I wouldn't amount to nothing
Now I hold the head of he who could give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new 'vice is stay off my old vices
Even though my new life is gon' cost me my old life
I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, that's velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell door
The other side of the track where I'm from like railroads
My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in front of me
Couldn't do shit about it at that time I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats
'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was done to me
I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals somehow
I never sold out, I'm a product of Motown
And now I'm in the public eye
So if you ever see me solve a problem before
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out
[Joyner Lucas:]
Back to the store to get some bare essentials
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my intro
Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go back and forth
Told them one day I be famous and be back for more
Maybe blow all of my bread to make it back on tour
And smash all the rich hoes that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on black
Just rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm back on track
Look I ain't never been shit and that's just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me being trill
And I ain't trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill
But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill
Joyner
(Yeah)
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
[Aloe Blacc:] Picked up a pen and I wrote my way out
[Black Thought:]
Yeah, I wrote words on a page, symbols on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were purchased
I contemplate when the day I'm due to inherit the earth is
I'm a subversive nation awaiting the birth of his own
Where shots get thrown and spots get blown
And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict zone
It's not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone
I feel like I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To earning millions in this world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every night as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under surveillance
But I'm spitting the bigger picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I'm penning, this Little Richard
Paper begins to rip while I'm illustrating the difference
And a fake out and a way to break out
I shawshank the great escape route
Yeah
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I wrote my way out
[Aloe Blacc:]
Oh I was born in the eye of the storm
No loving arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm here
'Cause I wrote my way out
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out
[Royce da 5'9":]
Uh, they said I wouldn't amount to nothing
Now I hold the head of he who could give the crown concussion
Fuck it, my new 'vice is stay off my old vices
Even though my new life is gon' cost me my old life
I wrote my way out of it (I wrote my way out), out of that hell hole
Shoes that don't even gotta be tied up, that's velcro
My freedom sitting on the other side of that cell door
The other side of the track where I'm from like railroads
My daddy slapped the shit out my momma in front of me
Couldn't do shit about it at that time I was young and weak
All I could do was write a hundred rhymes to a hundred beats
'Bout what I plan to do in spite of what was done to me
I wrote my way out (I wrote my way out)
Out of the poor house, accomplished my goals somehow
I never sold out, I'm a product of Motown
And now I'm in the public eye
So if you ever see me solve a problem before
Just know before I solved a problem that the problem got wrote down
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
(Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it)
[Aloe Blacc:] I wrote my way out
[Joyner Lucas:]
Back to the store to get some bare essentials
Government cheese, a half a gallon milk, and a pair of pencils
I write my life inside this journal, hope they hear my info
And if you think this shit is dope then you should hear my intro
Yeah I used to argue with my teachers and go back and forth
Told them one day I be famous and be back for more
Maybe blow all of my bread to make it back on tour
And smash all the rich hoes that I never had before
Ryan had no paper, I was plotting on them racks on racks
Niggas sneaking in your crib with the black on black
Just rumbling through your shit like lemme have all that
'Cause I was lost, now I'm back on track
Look I ain't never been shit and that's just me being real
I gotta call it how I see it, that's just me being trill
And I ain't trying to take advice, just take it easier, chill
But if I gotta pay the price, fuck it, then leave me the bill
Joyner
(Yeah)
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
[Aloe Blacc:] Picked up a pen and I wrote my way out
[Black Thought:]
Yeah, I wrote words on a page, symbols on a surface
Graffiti on the wall where my ancestors were purchased
I contemplate when the day I'm due to inherit the earth is
I'm a subversive nation awaiting the birth of his own
Where shots get thrown and spots get blown
And the convicts roam on the streets of a conflict zone
It's not his home
Adrenaline, testosterone, and pride keep the throne speaking in a toxic tone
I feel like I wrote my way up out of a burning building
To earning millions in this world of soldiers and civilians
I burn the oil every night as I return to brilliance
Under the gun, I'm under pressure, under surveillance
But I'm spitting the bigger picture, sending the benediction
Some people write and live what I'm penning, this Little Richard
Paper begins to rip while I'm illustrating the difference
And a fake out and a way to break out
I shawshank the great escape route
Yeah
[Lin-Manuel Miranda:]
I wrote my way out
[Aloe Blacc:]
Oh I was born in the eye of the storm
No loving arms to keep me warm
This hurricane in my brain is the burden I bear
I can do without, I'm here
'Cause I wrote my way out
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