Montana of 300 – Souvenir Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
We ask for God’s forgiveness but don’t ask for God’s permission
I’m your brother, not your opposition, please don’t block the vision
Yeah, yeah
The disappointment of seeing one of your soldiers fold
He chose that path, he burned that bridge, he’s on his own
The land of leeches make you wonder if the love’s real
I’ve been through that pain and that rain, I know how the mud feels
Not fill enough, try to knock me and then his blood spills
See when it comes to taking out jokers, I let my gun deal
Yeah everyone with me toting, don’t play with these niggas
You never know who gon’ shoot it, 3-man weave, nigga
They know we fresh and we spraying shit like Febreze, nigga
They say life’s a bitch and I know ’cause I made her leave niggas
Got your favorite faded, Hip-Hop’s Ali, I’m the greatest
And when you speaking the truth, I hope your prepared to be hated
The wind whispers in the ears of the listening skys
Our unity’s the biggest threat inside the enemies eyes
The futures, present, both effected due to histories lies
Here’s the key, set yourself free, stop being mentally blind
Pick up the jewels that I’m dropping ’cause we was meant to be wise
Beware of family and friends, especially the envious kind
My kids will mourn when I pass, but I won’t witness these cries
I hope when they need my guidance, they can remember these lines
Don’t stress when life when life gets you down, I been there too many times
Just let your energy drive, that’s how the misery dies

[Chorus]
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
Just cause you going through a dark chapter that don’t mean it’s the whole book
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Is this only rain I can have?
Everybody gets their share of the rain, but the sun will shine on you again
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Is this only rain I can have?
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive

[Verse 2]
I told my sons, “You’re future kings and always try your fucking best”
Told my daughter, “You’re a queen, don’t ever accept nothing less”
Life’s a bitch that’s short and fast, so she’ll be down like “just a sec”
Always be cautious when it’s work by someone that’s of the flesh
I’m sorry if it’s too debonair for your jealous ears
I had the drip way before the drip, blood, sweat and tears
They wanna trip, I know that road, I let ’em steer
They’ll get exposed, they always fold when death is near
Fly guy with that hammer, bitch I was Thor for real
Wet niggas up, yeah I made ’em pay, no water bill
No man alive with a set of ears can ignore the skill
We are not the same, you’re like Jermaine, I’m more Shaquille
G-O-D’s my sword and shield, ignore the fake, absorb the real
And when I’m riding with my daughter, I’m gon’ bump some Lauryn Hill
This writer’s blessed and giving messages that’s deep as Jordan Peele’s
And it’s not spiritual if the slave owners had to force the field

[Chorus]
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
It’s not spiritual if there’s anything in between
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Spiritual is a connection between the creator and what he created
Is this only rain I can have?
Everybody gets their share of the rain, but the sun will shine on you again
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive
You can’t tell a tree how to be a tree
Before I didn’t know a gangsta could die
In order for it to grow, all it needs is God’s rain
Lately I been looking for rain in the sky (Mhm)
Is this only rain I can have?
All this pain up inside, but I’m trained to survive
Don’t let ’em break your branches

[Verse 3]
Stood firm when hope was gone, trap house, no home alone
Mom’s couldn’t leave coke alone, I snap hard like broken bones
Each line is dope alone, haters can’t over throw ’em
They might pop up for my bread, I keep that toaster on
My AK blast, it spit so fast, you’ll think it wrote for Bone
Fuck shit I don’t condone, life just goes on and on
Watch how you talk to your children, try not to mold ’em wrong
I try and coach my own, poppa’s no Rolling Stone
If you love life then maybe you should chill, bitch I’m too for real
I keep that iron like a Caddy, I can’t lack, no Coupe DeVille
If I come down and strike yo’ ass, man they gon’ swear that Zeus was here
When you’re a king, it ain’t no room for tears, for one, I’m too sincere
And through the years, I never moved with fear, so I’m not used to tears
Y’all saying, “Jesus take the wheel”, God gave you that, so you should steer
I pray to God and he never responds, but Lord, if you can hear
When I die please take my soul and keep it like a souvenir

Bryce Vine – Drew Barrymore lyrics

[Verse 1]
I want this forever
Just you in the grotto
With nothin’ but your nights on
Keep the fuckin’ lights on
Same again tomorrow
We don’t need no bottle
Purple color lip-gloss
Room with the saguaro
Ain’t nowhere I would rather be
Right between your holidays
Coffee on the flintstone
Jewelry on the ottoman
Baby, let me in, oh
For I get way too adamant about it
Love the way you shiver
Dig in to my shoulder blades
Feel it when you quiver
Higher level, elevate
You could be the renegade
Bonnie to a Clyde
Harrelson and Juliette
Legends never die
The TV hasn’t worked in ages
Probly got a shorted cable
Way too busy fucking on the sofa or the kitchen table
Is my vision hazy?
You look like you’re someone famous

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for
You’re the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for

[Verse 2]
‘Cause you’re something like the summer
Kinda like a hurricane
Sweepin’ through the desert
Hot Americana rain fallin’
Wearing nothing but my Lauryn Hill shirt
It’s kinda baggy on you, baby, but it work
The AC hasn’t worked in ages
I could prolly read the label
Way too busy fucking on the counter or the coffee table
Am I hallucinating?
Why do you look hella famous?

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for
You’re the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for

[Bridge]
I wanna make
Every single moment for you great
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
Girl, I want it now, don’t wanna waste time, waste time
I wanna make
Every single moment for you great
Fly away to Cairo or L.A
Girl, I want it now, don’t wanna waste time, waste time

[Chorus]
‘Cause you’re the next Drew Barry
And I want more, yeah
And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for
You’re the next Drew Barry, yeah
And I want more
And all these other girls keep wonderin’ what I fuck with you for

Ace Hood – 80’s Baby Lyrics

[Hook]
Ever since I came into the game
I been goin harder in the paint
Ever since they heard about the name
They know who gon put out with the flame
Ever since I’m in my own lane
All you niggas start to sound the same
Ever since I started with the reaI
I can never understand a lame
What is real? what is fake?
You be wise, nigga snakes
Born in May, 80 baby
On a level eighty eight

[Verse 1]
Legendary, very scary
I don’t think that goofy shit is necessary
I do not want to be a part of ordinary
Blood of Jesus, saw me born, son of Mary
And he whippin’ like I’m [..]. culinary
And he’s in it kickin’ shit like Vinatieri
Oh my goodness
I get that feelin’ sometimes
I don’t wanna fuck with people, just this business of mine
You can come into my space with all them niggas […]
Ain’t no intoxicating my circle, we gon sever them ties
Just my policy, no apologies
All one hundred that’s where real niggas […] of me
Ever since I stepped into the life
I don’t ever buy into the hype
Never get too low or get too high
Never let them cover up your size

[Hook]
Ever since I came into the game
I been goin harder in the paint
Ever since they heard about the name
They know who gon put out with the flame
Ever since I’m in my own lane
All you niggas start to sound the same
Ever since I started with the real
I can never understand a lame
What is real? what is fake?
You be wise, nigga snakes
Born in May, 80 baby
On a level eighty eight

[Verse 2]
Legendary, tell her parent
Make a movie show to shrug in like I’m Uzi
Smoking kush, got absinthes all in my Jacuzzi
Right on my lip, I’m thinking “girl, mama juicy”
I understand how I don’t pull from that fruit tree

I’m playing Lauryn Hill when she was with the Fugees
And when they come to doin’ this I feel like two-three
Drop a classic on this niggas they come back ground
We can hear you pussy niggas in the background
Trust the process
Just digest this higher level ways
It’s been in my DNA
Undefeated, I’m the great (God)

Cardi B Performs “Bodak Yellow” At MOBO Awards [Watch]

Cardi B light up the stage at Wednesday Night’s MOBO Awards in the UK with a sizzling performance of her breakout hit “Bodak Yellow.”

The song gave Cardi B a mega year in hip hop giving her a taste of mainstream success after dropping a few mixtapes. This summer she became the first female rapper to have a number one song on the Billboard Hot 100 chart as a solo artist since Lauryn Hill did it in the 90s.

Last night she took the stage at the First Direct Arena in Leeds, England to perform her chart topping single “Bodak Yellow (Money Moves)” and through her performance she had the crowd on its feet. Cardi B picked up two Grammy nominations after the single received nods for Best Rap Performance and Best Rap Song.

She is currently working on her debut album and has been teasing song of the singles on Instagram over the past few weeks. Check out the full video of Cardi B’s performance at the 2017 Music of Black Origin (MOBO) Awards below.

Wale – Smile Lyrics

[Hook: Wale]
I got my family
And I got my squad
And as long as they got me
Then I’ll be just fine
So I give God the glory
Cause I have my child
And America don’t want me
That’s when I realized
That we on it, yeah
A reason to smile
I said we on it, yeah
A reason to smile
Said about to be O.D.’d, yeah
But we gon’ survive
That’s why we on it
A reason to smile

[Verse 1: Wale]
An impossible bigot slash misogynist is ’bout to run the whole damn thing
(Bout to run the whole damn thing)
And the ballot my sister filled in
In another city didn’t do a god-damn thing

[Bridge: Wale]
Shit Imma go crazy yeah
Imma go crazy yeah
Imma go crazy yeah
But I gotta do my god-damn thing

[Verse 2: Wale]
The Alt Rights hate us
Some back baby mommas hate us
We only learn half of the drama, other side crazy
On behalf of Charlamange I’m sure he ain’t trading sides
Maybe I should meet Tami Lauren, I’ll Lauryn Hill her
Trainor, she miseducated anyway
Prolly hate the color of my face
I’m just a young black rapping ass African
Ain’t never wanted to have it and now he has it his own way
I’m smoking purple, the law enforcement be murking brothers
The moon lit and I’m (?)
Its like you got a curse if your currency low
The world is a dirty fucking experiment
They don’t care if its hurting us
Black lives matter, ’cause black lives soccer practice
Can’t even imagine what would happen without phone cameras
Black lives matter, black love the dopest ever
Just wanna remind you, I think its time (?)

[Hook]
I got my family
And I got my squad
And as long as they got me
Then I’ll be just fine
So I give God the glory
Cause I have my child
And America don’t want me
That’s what I realized
That we on it, yeah
A reason to smile
I said we on it, yeah
A reason to smile
Said about to be O.D.’d, yeah
But we gon’ survive

Giving knowledge and uplifting our brothers and daughters
Is how this whole thing change
(Is how this whole thing change)
But the power that’s in the pussy or the dollar
Is enough to make us all insane

[Bridge]
Shit Imma go crazy yeah
Imma go crazy yeah
Imma go crazy yeah
But I gotta do my god-damn thing

[Verse 3: Phil Ade]
And I’ve been living like I got one
A couple hundred on me, still in the gold shotgun
You do the most, stop son
Our people not exempt
They in the land of the free
You in the land of free to an extent
Fuck that, Imma ruffle some feathers
Mess with the temperature, shuffle the weather
Fuck whoever (?)
Beef is whatever
Kill me, you die and I live forever
When you live without fear
It don’t get much better
Naw, hmm
Look at how far we done come
Look at the world we inspired
And look at the stars that we brung
They think that when that little big with starts that we done
They think because Hillary lost the cards will be Trump
You out you mind nigga

[Hook: Wale]
I got my family
And I got my squad
And as long as they got me
Then I’ll be just fine
So I give God the glory
Cause I have my child
And America don’t want me
That’s what I realized
That we on it, yeah
A reason to smile
I said we on it, yeah
A reason to smile
Said about to be O.D.’d, yeah
But we gon’ survive
That’s why we on it
A reason to smile

Kanye West – No More Parties In La (The Life Of Pablo Album)

[Intro: Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison]
La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)
La da da da di da da-a, la-a
Let me tell you, I’m out here
From a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far

[Hook: Kanye West]
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)
Please (shake that body, party that bod-)
Please (shake that body, party that body)
Please (shake that body, party that body)

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Kanye West]
Hey baby you forgot your Ray Bans
And my sheets still orange from your spray tan
It was more than soft porn for the K-man
She remember my Sprinter, said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let’s make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is like a wrestler
I show you the ropes, connect the dots
A country girl that love Hollywood
Mama used to cook red beans and rice
Now it’s Denny’s, 4 in the morning, spoil your appetite
Liquor pouring and niggas swarming your section with erection
Smoke in every direction, middle finger pedestrians
R&B singers and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it’s damaging for you, I think
That pussy should only be holding exclusive rights to me, I mean
He flew you in this motherfucker on first class
Even went out his way so you could check in an extra bag
Now you wanna divide the yam like it equate the math?
That shit don’t add up, you’re making him mad as fuck
She said she came out here to find an A-list rapper
I said baby, spin that round and say the alphabet backwards
You’re dealing with malpractice, don’t kill a good nigga’s confidence
Just cause he a nerd and you don’t know what a condom is
The head still good though, the head still good though
Make me say "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Make a nigga say big words and act lyrical
Make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Cap’n Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt me
Five buddies all herded up on a Thursday
Bottle service, head service, I came in first place
The opportunity, the proper top of breast and booty cheek
The pop community, I mean these bitches come with union fee
And I want two of these, moving units through consumer streets
Then my shoe released, she was kicking in gratuity
And yeah G, I was all for it
She said K Lamar, you kind of dumb to be a poet
I’mma put you on game for the lames that don’t know they’re a rookie
Instagram is the best way to promote some pussy

[Hook: Kanye West]
Scary
Scary
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Friday night tryna make it into the city
Breakneck speeds, passenger seat something pretty
Thinking back to how I got here in the first place
Second class bitches wouldn’t let me on first base
A backpack nigga with luxury taste buds
And the Louis Vuitton store, got all of my pay stubs
Got pussy from beats I did for niggas more famous
When did I become A list? I wasn’t even on a list
Strippers get invited to where they only get hired
When I get on my Steve Jobs, somebody gon’ get fired
I was uninspired since Lauryn Hill retired
And 3 Stacks, man, you preach it to the choir
Any rumor you ever heard about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use they kids as meal tickets
Not knowing the disconnect from the father
The next generation will be the real victims
I can’t fault ’em really
I remember Amber told my boy no matter what happens she ain’t going back to Philly
Back to our regularly scheduled programmin’
Of weak content and slow jammin’
But don’t worry, this one’s so jammin’
You know it, L.A., it’s so jammin’
I be thinkin’ every day
Mulholland Drive, need to put up some god damn barricades
I be paranoid every time
The pressure, the problem ain’t I be drivin’
The problem is I be textin’
My psychiatrist got kids that I inspired
First song they played for me was ’bout their friend that just died
Textin’ and drivin’ down Mulholland Drive
That’s why I’d rather take the 405
I be worried ’bout my daughter, I be worried ’bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain’t worried ’bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I’m supposed to do?
Ride around with a bulletproof car and some tints?
Every agent I know, know I hate agents
I’m too black, I’m too vocal, I’m too flagrant
Something smellin’ like shit, that’s the new fragrance
It’s just me, I do it my way, bitch
Some days I’m in my Yeezys, some days I’m in my Vans
If I knew y’all made plans I wouldn’t have popped the Xans
I know some fans who thought I wouldn’t rap like this again
But the writer’s block is over, emcees cancel your plans
A 38-year-old 8-year-old with rich nigga problems
Tell my wife that I hate the Rolls so I don’t never drive it
It took 6 months to get the Maybach all matted out
And my assistant crashed it soon as they backed it out
God damn, got a bald fade, I might slam
Pink fur, got Nori dressing like Cam, thank God for me
Whole family gettin’ money, thank God for E!
I love rockin’ jewelry, a whole neck full
Bitches say he funny and disrespectful
I feel like Pablo when I’m workin’ on my shoes
I feel like Pablo when I see me on the news
I feel like Pablo when I’m workin’ on my house
Tell ’em party’s in here, we don’t need to go out
We need the turbo thots, high speed, turbo thots
Drop-dro-dro-dro-drop it like Robocop
She brace herself and hold my stomach, good dick’ll do that
She keep pushin’ me back, good dick’ll do that
She push me back when the dick go too deep
This good dick’ll put your ass to sleep
Get money, money, money, money
Big, big money, money, money, money
And as far as real friends, tell all my cousins I love ’em
Even the one that stole the laptop, you dirty motherfucker

[Bridge: Larry Graham]
I just keep on lovin’ you, baby
And there’s no one else I know who can take your place

[Hook: Kanye West]
Please, no more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more parties in L.A
Please, baby, no more parties in L.A., uh
No more (Los Angeles)

[Outro: Junie Morrison]
I’m out here from a very far away place
All for a chance to be a star
Nowhere seems to be too far
SWISH