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Luther

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If this world were mine

Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot

If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply

If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God

Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire

Fah-fah, fah-fah-fah, fah-fah, fah

Hey, Roman numeral seven, bae, drop it like it's hot

If this world was mine, I'd take your dreams and make 'em multiply

If this world was mine, I'd take your enemies in front of God

Introduce 'em to that light, hit them strictly with that fire

It's a vibe, do your dance, let 'em watch

She a fan, he a flop, they just wanna kumbaya, nah

In this world, concrete flowers grow

Heartache, she only doin' what she know

Weekends, get it poppin' on the low

Better days comin' for sure (if this world were)

If it was up to me

I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy

I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything

I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine)

It go in (when you), out (ride it), do it real slow (slide)

Baby, you a star, strike, pose (right)

When I'm (when you), with you (with me), everything goes (slow)

Come and (put that), put that (on my), on my (titi), soul (soul)

'Rari (red), crown (stack), wrist (stay), froze (really)

Drip (tell me), pound (if you), on the way home (love me)

In this world, concrete flowers grow

Heartache, she only doin' what she know

Weekends, get it poppin' on the low

Better days comin' for sure (if this world were)

If it was up to me

I wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy

I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything

I just wanna see you win, wanna see (if this world were mine)

I can't lie, I trust you, I love you, I won't waste your time

I turn it off just so I can turn you on

I'ma make you say it loud

I'm not even trippin', I won't stress you out

I might even settle down for you, I'ma show you I'm a pro

I'ma take my time and turn it off

Just so I can turn you on, baby

Weekends, get it poppin' on the low

Better days comin' for sure

I know you'll come

I know you're comin' for

(Anything)

(If this world were mine)

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God knows

I am

Reincarnated, I was stargazin'

Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)

Woke up lookin' for the broccoli

High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi

IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me

Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet

(When I hear music, it makes me dance)

(You got the music, now is your chance)

A yee nigga couldn't try me in the tri-state

Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed 'til he hydrated

Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated

I got the money and the power both gyratin'

I feel good, get the fuck out my face

Look good, but she don't got no taste

I walk in, walked out with the safe

Mando, let me know what the play

What the fuck? I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts

I got friends, I got foes, but they all sitting ducks

Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe

Fifty deep, but it ain't deep enough

Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up

Fallin' from my money tree and it grow throughout the months

Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us

I feel good, get the fuck out my face

Look good, but she don't got no taste

I walk in, walked out with the safe

Mando, let me know what the play

Squabble up, squabble up

Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up (mh-mh)

Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up

Hol' up (hol' up), where you from? (Where you from?)

Bye, bitch (bye, bitch), I'm finna go dumb (finna go dumb)

Sideways (sideways), bunk skunk (bunk skunk)

Fever (fever), I'm on one (I'm on one)

Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it

Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it

Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it

Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it

It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it

Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics

Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitch

Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies

Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff

Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off

Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw

Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional?

Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?

'Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop?' I'm like, 'Nigga, nah'

Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal

It's a full moon, let the (ah) wolves out, I been a dog

I feel good, get the fuck out my face

Look good, but she don't got no taste

I walked in, walked out with the safe

Mando, let me know what the play

Squabble up, squabble up

Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up (mh-mh)

Squabble up (mh-mh), squabble up

All The Stars

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Love, let's talk about love

Is it anything and everything you hoped for?

Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)

I know the feeling haunt you (haunt)

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars approach you

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars are closer

Tell me what you gon' do to me

Confrontation ain't nothin' new to me

You can bring a bullet, bring a sword, bring a morgue

But you can't bring the truth to me

- you and all your expectations

I don't even want your congratulations

I recognize your false confidence

And calculated promises all in your conversation

I hate people that feel entitled

Look at me crazy 'cause I ain't invite you

Oh, you important? You the moral to the story, you endorsing?

Motherf-, I don't even like you

Corrupt a man's heart with a gift

That's how you find out who you dealin' with

A small percentage, who I'm building with

I want the credit if I'm losing, or I'm winning

On my momma, that's the realest sh-

Love, let's talk about love

Is it anything and everything you hoped for?

Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)

I know the feeling haunt you (haunt)

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars approach you

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars are closer

Skin covered in ego

Get to talkin', I get involved

Like a rebound, got no end game

Got no ways out, got to stay down

It's the way that you making me feel

Like nobody ever loved me like you do, you do

You kinda feel like you're tryna get away from me

If you do, I won't move

I ain't just cry for no reason (reason)

I ain't just pray for no reason (reason)

I give thanks for the days, for the hours

And another way, another life breathing

I did it all 'cause it feel good

I wouldn't do it at all if it feel bad

Better live your life

We were running out of time

Love, let's talk about love

Is it anything and everything you hoped for?

Or do the feeling haunt you? (Haunt)

I know the feeling haunt you (haunt)

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars approach you

This may be the night that my dreams might let me know

All the stars are closer

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Psst, I see dead people

(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho

Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw

Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, 'Breathe, bro'

Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo

What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton?

The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama

How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options

I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton

Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'

Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas

Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em

Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him

Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him

Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young

You better not ever go to cell block one

To any bitch that talk to him and they in love

Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him

They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs

And Party at the party playin' with his nose now

And Baka got a weird case, why is he around?

Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff

Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired?

Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga?

I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga

Did Cole foul, I don't know why you still pretendin'

What is the owl? Bird niggas and burnt bitches, go

The audience not dumb

Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow

Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise

Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted

Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin'

Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin'

You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers

What OVO for? The 'Other Vaginal Option'? Pussy

Nigga better straighten they posture, got famous all up in Compton

Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin'

Fuck a caption, want action, no accident

And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished

Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin'

Then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin'

I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither

From Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena

And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks

That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch

I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock'

Yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac, ayy

Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped, ayy

Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux, ayyPortable speakers

How many stocks do I really have in stock? Ayy

One, two, three, four, five, plus five, ayy

Devil is a lie, he a 69 God, ayy

Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside, ayy

Roll they ass up like a fresh pack of 'za, ayy

City is back up, it's a must, we outside, ayy

They not like us, they not like us, they not like us

Once upon a time, all of us was in chains

Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves

Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains

Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game

The settlers was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer

Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda

You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance

Let me break it down for you, this the real nigga challenge

You called Future when you didn't see the club (Ayy, what?)

Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up (What?)

21 gave you false street cred

Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head (Ayy, what?)

Quavo said you can be from Northside (What?)

2 Chainz say you good, but he lied

You run to Atlanta when you need a few dollars

No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer

The family matter and the truth of the matter

It was God's plan to show y'all the liar

Mm

Mm-mm

He a fan, he a fan, he a fan (Mm)

He a fan, he a fan, he a

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God

Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life

Let me hear you say, 'OV-ho' (OV-ho)

Say, 'OV-ho' (OV-ho)

Then step this way, step that way

Are you my friend?

Are we locked in?

Then step this way, step that way

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Luther

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Not like us

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