by RaRa

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The B Coming 03:42
Caught up in this fashion Cameras flashin Countin’ all this cash Life without that just so hard to imagine I want me an Aston I want me a Braxton Fuck it, a Kardashian I want me a Simmons Seem like everything I do, I’m doing it for these women I’m flexin’ on these haters Might be out eating, get to flexin’ on a waiter They don’t think they should serve us See us they get nervous Pants saggin I’m sorry, I’m proud of these Polo briefs Schemed for the Louis belt Now please acknowledge my wealth Fuck the price of the meal, I deal to live, nigga. Dodge cops and bullets deserve to chill nigga In the name of the Pimp, forever be trill nigga, Word to them white boys, I’m licensed to ill nigga. Gold cubans and charms Tatted all up the arm Roley across the wrist I’m addicted to this Analysts say I’m scandalous Fuck it I think I'm glamorous Self made nigga the fuck i care about a panelist Yea Fuck all opinions Life a casino and I come for all my winnings Fit for it God tailored it all Get used to it, don’t hold your breath for the fall Slip but I never fell Secrets I’ll never tell Niggas thirsty for game I guess I’m the Holy Grail Yea Holy Christ Drop top 'Velle man that motherfucker nice Now young nigga get right Grippin on some ass, while I'm sippin on some Henny Joyrich junkie in a brand new pair of Pennys Shit is overwhelming man I'ma need a minute A small 60 seconds and I'll be ready for action Yea I'll be ready for action. CEO ADMG I don’t need no backin Screaming no sponsor from my tonsils. Atlanta rap scene turn a nigga to a monster. Ask Maurice Garland, I’m much more than an artist Ask Burn One, do he think I earned one Ask Chilly O! I’m a tall guy, to these small fries. Mastered all the lows and turned it into my high. Need a slice of the pie. Forever I’ll remain, while you trendy niggas die Only trill survive Yea The new Oomp and that's according to Toomp I spit cannons and that's a quote from Cannon DJ Dirty’ll tell you i saved the dirty, I got a lot on my plate but i know I’m worthy Me and Nicholas Love, Murder without the glove. Blue on top of the vocals Send your budget, I'll coach you Yea Art district nigga Retard with the flow, I'm autistic nigga No assist. Paying homage to niggas that came before me, Gave you Atlanta but now I'm telling my story, Glenwood to Candler, East Atlanta, to Moreland. Nigga be careful in my city, we ain’t kind to tourists. Rushing like a Taurus But I'm a Sag though Natural born asshole Mob ties, Castro This the beginning nigga, We only in to winning nigga Spit flows like Facemob Young pimp in the flesh break a young bitch heart Compelling novel i'm giving you here on out Only indicator, you’ll never see a drought. Never see a drought And after this you should never have doubt nigga, Never have doubts Time to show em what I'm bout
I’m drinking more than ever I’m smoking more than ever I’m searching for forever I got some problems I'm facing I take out on whoever I’m just such an aggressor Look in the mirror resemblance of the devil Pressures of my endeavor Constantly chasing cheddar I’m so in need of a treasure Suffering from the weather My life on trail and error Somebody pray for me God please make a way for me I'm spending more than ever I’m sinning more than ever I'm venting more than ever Ain’t putting forth the effort, too bitter to better Fuck plenty bitches cause I’m enjoying the pleasure Worrying about who fresher Worrying about who dress you That shit don’t even measure Somebody pray for me What i got to do to keep these demons away from me What i got to do to get these angels to spray for me Somebody pray for me Cause I’m on a path to destruction Corrupted by the corruption My soul has been abducted Attitude on fuck it My problems have been instructed My life need reconstruction Somebody please pray for me Cause i take it out on my girl And take it out on my mom I'm feeling like such a bum Letting my daughter down Feel sorry for all my sons And I ain’t even got none Man, somebody pray for me I done started hallucinating I need a drink and vacation A break from my location Escape from the temptation But I can’t because I’m on probation But damn they accusations Man, somebody pray for me And I’m falling out with my friends This shit done became a trend Where does it all end Wasn't like this in the start I hate it all fell apart I love them all with my heart Somebody please pray for me I got to change something Rearrange something Tired of losing all the time i need to gain something Cause fame aint nothing And pussy ain't either But i love them both Damn, I need Jesus Man, Somebody pray for me Rashad's death was a devastating display for me Never forget it, it always replay for me God reply to me I keep it real with You, You never lied to me Tell me why You took Chris at such an early age Tell me I’m not working this hard for an early grave But I never questioned Your plan Leave it all in Your hands Man, somebody pray for me Please send me a sign I'm drunk and I’m stumbling blind Happiness hard to find Failure's around the corner 12 behind the ride The smell of illegal on us We won’t be making it home unless Somebody pray for us Love money so in God we trust In fucked up situations we bust That's how it is, that's how it always be Don’t judge baby, just pray for me With the lack of the proper funds Its hard to give it a run A great rapper but even a better con Lyricist but dealer when i begun Somebody please pray for me Do what i got to survive Scheme or connive Long as i arrive in pure fashion High end low life nigga no compassion Only thing I’m focusing on is getting this cash in And just in case i don’t make it Just know i didn’t fake it Somebody please pray for me
Lost boy Freaky Tah Faith In God Paranoid Can’t move like I’m paralyzed, Thoughts of suicide got me terrified, Terrible It’s unbearable Shit I did, Unrepairable Need a miracle, The stress on me too visible I’m a time bomb in the physical Just the typical Young ghetto kid on section 8 Tryna get a plate Tryna hold weight Tryna see them gates but I took the bait Devil’s after me, streets callin Fed time that’s the price of ballin Niggas hatin thats the price of fame Hate that shit but I love the game Drown in liquor can’t see much through a cloud of smoke My life like a pile of shit but at the bottom of it, I had an ounce of hope Tryna make a mil off an ounce of dope 16 bottles, 16 zips Know a young nigga with 16 whips Now he facing 16 years, 16 years Fears of failure my life a movie, this is just a trailer Starring me, no supporting cast Going no where but I'm moving fast Make it through the night I’ll be aight Get through the day I’ll be okay Life’s a bitch I be tryna fuck Right now, I’ll take a lil foreplay Hook No dad, no relationship with my mama One on one with this drama So sick I can vomit That’s a hunnid Need a milli Or something close to it So many times I been close to it But I dropped the ball on the tight rope I’m trying not to fall Forgive me yall Tryna find balance Explore some of my hidden talents Such a challenge for my short patience No inspiration no foundation Young nigga need a miracle Please pray for me Make this shit go away for me Cuz I don’t know what else to do bout it And my vision just too cloudy Need two blunts and like ten shots Need good head and a back rub All alone with a back up Been here before, I get back up. Should’ve seen it coming All this grind gotta mean something Know I ain’t get put here for nothing Know I can get this bitch jumpin Bitches jumpin’ my spot in line Need a mil to sign on that dotted line Gotta do this shit 'fore I'm out of time Tryna do my clothes, I’m all out of rhymes Fed up with this shit Tear it up in this shit Get a hundred niggaz wit a hundred choppas Go head up in this bitch Hook Lord have mercy these crackers gone hurt me Put me in a pens, shackle and work me Cuz of my skin I’m labeled unworthy I can't get a job and can’t join the service Cuz one year ago got caught out there serving Got trapped in the trap and I’m trapped out here servin Hell of a thang to put on your resume Tellin the man, I got caught sellin yay Took a plea deal I got a felony I got some pills they got a mama Ain’t got no money She got some drama Took me to court Lied to your honor Fuck her for life And that bitch mama Sometime i cry and i talk to my mama Sometime i cry and I talk to Lord But my eyes are dry when I talk to my daddy Cuz I know my mama hit him twice as hard Shaking his head cuz there's hurt in his heart Knowing his only boy got it this hard Could it be we were just put here to suffer Why must I pain Why must I struggle Could it be i got a good woman there But I cannot bring myself to love her or trust her I’m damaged and I cannot manage, I'm broken She never left me when her heart was broken Philandering with these hoes drinking and smoking I had to get focused My life was just hopeless I could not remain in that place forever I bought some cocaine and put in the effort Stacked all my money up under the dresser Started a car wash from mere crumbs and pebbles And hired the junkies I knew as my helpers Amen Shame the Devil when you tell the truth Every dope boy story don’t end to the bad Everybody ain't a muthafuckin kingpin This for every nigga that ever made it out Salute you Yea [sample]
The Thirst 03:49
Mom sniffed coke, pops smoked dope Granny had to raise me, damn I drove her crazy Belts couldn’t faze them phases I encountered Nothing hurt worser than feeling I was abandoned Young wild bandit stranded like Gilligan Militant mind I gained I was insane Forced to refrain, complain, I had to man up Fought the whole family fuck it I had to stand up Treated like an orphan barkin no fortune I was in them Payless, cuz was in them Jordans Called mama crying, she told me it wasn’t important Told me when they laughed and clowned just don’t absorb it Wish I coulda done it but damn I let it get me Pops said he had me, damn I let him trick me This the last time I’m trustin his lyin ass Tried to see the good in him stupid my blind ass Nigga say he sorry forgive him my kind ass This the last of showing his ass my kind ass Did a lot of shit that ain’t cool I don’t regret it Cuz I was just young, upsetted, and misleaded Nigga felt betrayed and raised thru early graves Went to school frontin, shit wasn’t what I portrayed Dad made me something after all, a good liar But shit I gotta learn how to acquire some new attire Hook The thirst, I was cursed from birth for what it’s worth Everything they took for me need to reimbursed All my fucked up pride need to be reestablished Cuz now I’m in my teenage years I got some habits Be damned if I hit first class in those threads Rather skip school and work for the old heads Than hear a nigga tell me what his parents did for him Make me catch him in the cut after school and give it to him Shiesty in the mind, I gained throughout the time Game I would run on suckas that I could find Dirty lil nigga, they built me like that Good at anything wrong I’m gifted like that Aint nothing for it life just shifted like that Bad part I don’t even feel guilty like that Had good motives, I rode I’m just a floater Did what I had they aint make enough to tote us Never had a bed just camped on sofas Dropped out of school, nigga couldn’t keep focused Truth be told, a nigga scarred for life No direction, don’t know wrong from right Grown ass man reflect on this verse People that I hurt, goddamn I was thirsty Hook
Born Loser 04:07
Cement 3's and my BBC Ruthless like Eazy E High end young nigga But a playa still eatin off EBT I get fresh to hide insecurities My pride reside in my jewelry I got a Cuban link, a Jesus piece, And I ain’t been to church in weeks Spend more money in the club than collection plates Tryna serve God and serve weight Know I’m fucked up in the mind state I hit the blunt twice, get my mind straight Can’t concentrate without funds Like 280 for them 'Brons I hit the Station Saturday and Magic Monday Damn, that’s another thousand ones. Tried to elevate on that Higher But it turns out that I’m a liar A nigga preach the shit but I’m a hypocrite Cuz I’m still in love with big tires And them big rims and them big asses I’m a fashion fiend, I need classes Balancing or some counseling I be wanting shit I can’t pronounce a bit I don't know what got in to me Maybe cuz the hoes so into me The street done been so good to me Them red bones just do it to me Oh shit I done relapsed SMH when I recap I just think about it and drink about it How the fuck I'ma get myself up out it I’m back at it Lord forgive me You know a nigga got bad habits I like foreign cars and them thick broads I’m such an addict Seen that new new on that TV And I had to have it I just had to have it (Repeat) Gotta do something about this fetish Running through these hoes like Bettis Cuckoo the way I blow that lettuce Call a doc I'ma need me a medic Fendi shit or Versace I’m at Sak’s Fifth with my posse I’m on Sunset with my bitches Cheatin' on all of em with my riches I aint never had shit so I want it all Ball on ya like Chris Paul Push the rock like Blake Griffin But I don’t hoop I just kick the pimpin’ Kick shit but no World Cup Drank Rose til I earl up Fuck a bitch til she pass out I hit Fairfax and I spazz out Champagne glass, I’m first class. Cazel mob, young heart throb, Runway outswag a nigga on a Monday Turn ya hoe into a runaway Nigga 1 Up My 'Velle in the shop gettin done up I might pop me a molly and turn up And I’m keepin this shit one hunnid Hook
Errthang 03:44
I'm ridin I'm ridin somethin foreign I got my trunk in the front, And my motor in the back Fresh off the showroom floor Cost me 200 racks I’m ridin I’m ridin somethin foreign European car but an American paint job Candy from the ghetto got my shit lookin so sharp I’m riding I’m riding something foreign European cars European broads European threads Dodgin European feds Dealers in Paris nigga we cherish anything we hustle Only thing we ride American is American muscle Want them Benzes, want them Beamers, want them Bentleys You want them bitches better be foreign with them Benjis Paper bag change Paper tag gang Slap them 40s on that bitch and let the trunk bang Blue got the blue Benz with the roof in Stack my paper hit the lot when that new coupe in Caught a new bitch the other day in that new 650 At that car wash with my niggas she tryna get with me Love that big block hit the gas and watch that bitch float But this new school got a new smell and it’s fully loaded Street nigga behind the wheel foreign co pilot Police wanna pull me over they racial profiling Hook
Scheme for the dream Go out on a limb for them Euro cut seams Or them foreigns on them things Girl with the curly hair Crib with a 'Cedes there Kitchen with a maid in there A 36 will get me there. Hopscotch to them blocks for them granite tops. Put the tool to your pores for them marble floors. Ski mask on yo ass for that pretty grass For a pretty penny, pick ya from the picket fence. Dear Lord, Devil knocking at the door With a proper proposition that’ll change my position Got them thangs on commission Know that when you black nigga stuntin is tradition Know you don’t accept it, you be stuck in these conditions Got a daughter to feed Got a mama with needs Got a lawyer with fees Got a plug on them trees Being broke and embarrassed Just some shit I aint havin Somebody send me a ferry, I'm tryna shoot out to Paris Dealers in Paris Pocket full of money Wrist full of carats Street nigga tactics Money in the mattress Tryna get sacks Praying that they don’t catch us (Repeat) Balenciaga, Murcielago, I could take a few Margela chinchillas for the young fella Caprices on Champs-Elysees just a nigga thesis Bad bitches my weakness, Me and dough adhesive My game factious I bet I see a mil No cash only swipe just send me the bill Fuck a price check when you got a nice check Get stripes like Adidas fuck a Nike check Just do it get that cash that’s by any means Get ya paper right and you can buy ya anything I had dreams bout the faces they can take ya places Call Trinidad and ask him how them milli tasting See it in my eyes, know I need a slice of pie Buy a Roley plain throw some ice up on that guy Buy a Phantom, might throw some D’s on that bitch Tell PPD they got some G’s in this bitch Hook
Let us take our time To tell you something real A feeling that is right A groove that you can feel (Repeat) Imagine growing up with no father No school diploma, no income but tryin to be the best for your daughter Trying to change shit for yo mama Trying to make a way for yo brother Tyring to do it big ‘fore yo grandma pass so you can get her outta that gutter Couple patnas too I wanna see them win Bent or Benz I wanna see them in Girlfriend I wanna let her spend Couple Vegas fights that I’m tryin to attend Rap game don’t wanna let me in but the drug trade sending invitations County jail makin reservations But waiting on me they gone stay vacant Fucked up what they did wit Trot Miss my nigga showed me a lot When he touch down, I’ma give him a knot Take him to the lot and let him cop a drop Pud too, I got love for you If it wasn’t for you don’t know where I’d be Put me on with that coca leaf When I didn’t have no ice, you gave me your piece Me, Pha, and Dirt, we ain’t have a lot but we made it work Been real wit me since day one, I keep tellin niggaz this our turf Baby mama don’t get along but her family did so much for me Back then when I was so lost, they was right there in search for me Cant forget my manager, Nick Love, showed much love Ain’t made a dime off one rhyme but you still ridin we bout to get it up I was so heartless but everybody had much loyalty I ain’t give a fuck bout to give it up But in the midst of it, they picked me up and taught me how to Love We’ll show you how to love somebody We’ll show you how to love We’ll show you how to love somebody (Repeat) One time for Ms Mimi Let me know it’s cool to just be me Said one day I’ll be on TV Say she seen a star when she see me Vern, Connie, and Keely Jantell, Janice, my brother Tee Ms Rosa Lewis and my brother Sweet Gave a nigga somewhere to sleep Fed me, I was too broke to eat ‘posed to spent the night, it turnt to a week Love y’all I can’t stress enough Y’all was there for me when life was rough Wallo nigga I fuck witcha Smurf I’m always down for ya My cuz Bird and my cuz Steve Outta everybody, y’all took to me Nitti, you know what’s up wit me JD nigga you stuck wit me Everything ain’t meant to be But that chance meant so much to me Before that, I ain’t have nothing going Really didn’t know what life would be If it wasn’t for y’all coming thru stayin down and showin me Hook\


released May 13, 2014

All songs produced by RaRa except for "Dealers In Paris" and "All The Way Live" which were produced by DJ Toomp


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