Tracks Similar To Burn It Down
Winning Team
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Determination, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pumped Up, Sports, Swagger, The Struggle, Thug, Tough, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth Mbira, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
74
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Winning Team
WINNING TEAM (CLEAN)
CHORUS
Ballin just to get you some respect
You gotta keep the pressure, keep ya foot up on they necks, right?
Make it so they never wonʼt forget
Always stay true keep that sh** across your chest
Cuz Iʼm playing for the winning team
I donʼt care if I fall, boy
I swear I want it all
Iʼm playing for the winning team (yeah, yeah)
I'ma die as a legend
Man I swear they gon' remember me
VERSE 1
I been getting to the Digits
Folks donʼt see the vision
When I was In the kitchen
I was really spittin'
Back when CASPER was mixin'
And we was on them mission
But we still handled our business
Lawd as my witness
I was sent on a mission
To get it Iʼm bout to kill 'em
Uncle told me to get it
My potna said they gone feel 'em
Opportunity knocking
Mothaf*** the doorbell
I ainʼt with the trolling
Even if it mean no sales
Integrity more important
Instead of tryna force it
Iʼm building resources
Working to get fortune
Pulling up in this Porches
While we converse on these porches
I hear ya talking but to me
Itʼs a bunch of horse sh**
PRE-CHORUS
If I pull up, I'm knocking sh** down
Ainʼt no way I'ma let u come and take the crown
Move like Floyd every single round
How that sound?
Like we the winning team!!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got a click full of leaders
Whole team bossing up
Better come with a bag
If u really wanna talk to us
Prices going up
Soon as this fourth quarter shot
Baby thatʼs the game winner
No such thing as overtime
This my Curry year
So many 3s and Iʼm 30
Itʼs like Steph Curry here
Waco is klay so he bound to get us Trey
My pistol is defense and
Iʼm calling my Dawg Dray
KD when I let it spray
Champions every day, how could he
Add another all-star then boogie
Itʼs cash from behind the line, itʼs a splash
Iʼll blow yo' face off if u talking trash
PRE-CHORUS
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WINNING TEAM (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS
Ballin just to get you some respect
You gotta keep the pressure, keep ya foot up on they necks, right?
Make it so they never wonʼt forget
Always stay true keep that shit across your chest
Cuz Iʼm playing for the winning team
I donʼt care if I fall, boy
I swear I want it all
Iʼm playing for the winning team (yeah, yeah)
I'ma die as a legend
Man I swear they gone remember me
VERSE 1
I been getting to the Digits
Folks donʼt see the vision
When I was In the kitchen
I was really spittin'
Back when CASPER was mixin'
And we was on them mission
But we still handled our business
Lawd as my witness
I was sent on a mission
To get it Iʼm bout to kill 'em
Uncle told me to get it
My potna said they gone feel 'em
Opportunity knocking
Mothafuck the doorbell
I ainʼt with the trolling
Even if it mean no sales
Integrity more important
Instead of tryna force it
Iʼm building resources
Working to get fortune
Pulling up in this Porches
While we converse on these porches
I hear ya talking but to me
Itʼs a bunch of horse shit
PRE-CHORUS
If I pull up, I'm knocking shit down
Ainʼt no way I'ma let u come and take the crown
Move like Floyd every single round
How that sound?
Like we the winning team!!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Got a click full of leaders
Whole team bossing up
Better come with a bag
If u really wanna talk to us
Prices going up
Soon as this fourth quarter shot
Baby thatʼs the game winner
No such thing as overtime
This my Curry year
So many 3s and Iʼm 30
Itʼs like Steph Curry here
Waco is klay so he bound to get us Trey
My pistol is defense and
Iʼm calling my Dawg Dray
KD when I let it spray
Champions every day, how could he
Add another all-star then boogie
Itʼs cash from behind the line, itʼs a splash
Iʼll blow yo' face off if u talking trash
PRE-CHORUS
Violence
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 50% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Crime, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Gangs, Gorey, Graphic, Gritty, Hard, Haunting, Hypnotic, Mean, Power, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
130
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Violence
VIOLENCE (CLEAN)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them girls the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them girls the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
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VIOLENCE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them bitches the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them bitches the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Writer(s):
Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Came Through Killing It
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Ignacio Saucedo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
149
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Came Through Killing It
CAME THROUGH KILLING IT
CHORUS
Came thru killing it...man down
Working with the drip put the pan down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
VERSE 1
I just came thru with the monster bag
Know I grew up where the monsters at
Any time we talking, where the commas at?
Dripping all this flavor Willy Wonka swag! OH OH
I gotta get it in bands though, I gotta get an advance though
All this money keep my pants low, who gon tell me that I can't though?
Don't be stunting for the gram though, know I came up out the bando
Ain't a neighborhood I can't go, what we talking? Yes
CHORUS
OUTRO
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Pop a tag, pop a tag, pop a tag
Get the bag, get the bag man down
CHORUS
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 45% / Jason Aaron Garland-Milhauser (BMI) 55%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ubetcha
Bouta be a celebrity in my home town,
People that f*** with me? Like my whole town,
Cities that heard of me likely your town,
Cause the flow is hittin' smoother than a Jawn from Motown
Yay to the dizzo on the go hard,
Ain't met nobody dap worthy so far,
21 years and B**** i still ain't tryna hear it now the block list long gotta a motherf***** scroll bar
Tell me whatchu know about the kid,
Acting like you ain't know what he did,
Acting like your ain't hear what he said,
Acting like acting right gonna save your f***** head
Made it this far brought the whole crew,
Now the pockets lookin' straight up outta Whole Foods,
I been talkin' bouta mill, you been talking bouta pill so I ain't never worried pillow talkings what the hoes do
That Midwest slang gotta fear it,
Banging in your ears like rat, tat, tatta,
They say you bouta blow can you feel it,
Look at that b**** like
OH UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Flick out your wrist like your Rollie don't fit ya
Look I think it's about time we talked,
You xmens are frauds, your best friends a narc, Your bars jelly soft,
Your songs barely pop, and if your dawgs wanna bark then I'm letting the tech spark
Lot of em looking at me s-sideways,
Prolly cause they know it's going my way,
Seen this s*** comin from like a mile away, now I'm lookin back at the road like I'm in the drive way
Look I'm Holdin the truth, I shoulder the youth, might blow out your mind like a roof-a-less coupe,
And as for the crew, you know what we do, don't talk to Feds so I can't talk to you,
And I done so many things already where I'm heading but it got me thinking really what's there left to do
Cause I been pushing juice, and jumping hoops, and folding troops, conduct caboose and the Next stop is the roof
Can you dig it, can feel it, why can't you see my N****,
Independent, illest pendants, they depending on me my n****,
For my cousin, get to bussin, no discussion, ain't no IV's my n****
Going ignant, just to show ya, even at you own game I gotcha beat my n****
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha,
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha.
You Better Duck Quick
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Beast, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Entrance, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Showdown, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Duck Quick
This that crack hit, make a dope head wanna do a back flip
I'm like Batman in this all black, to these bad b****** I'm Bruce Wayne
Like car seats we all strapped, ain't no 1 on 1's we all scrap
I'm on the 101 in my corvette, with your dream girl I never call back
Back back back back back the f*** up, for a n**** act the f*** up
Nigga never had s*** had to hustle, wanna join us have to match the muscle
Head of my time nigga too far, jazzy with the b****** like Utah
Got the rocket on me like Houston, you can get it for the low like Groupon
I spend all my time, tryna get a million baby, fuck a living make a killing baby, mob ties like I'm a Sicilian baby Woah!
I'm the only n****they f*** with, so you know I'm not to be f***** with, when that Badddddd spray you better duck quick
CHORUS:
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
Vvs in my wrist watch, trigger finger got chicken pox, and I'm itching to let this b**** go, like top 40 you gone get popped
Kush you can smell it through the zip lock, shawty suckig d*** till her lips lock, a whole lot of cars in the front yard, got the b**** looking like a pit stop
Whoop whoop fish tailing when that cops come, fish scale yea I got some, let me know if you ever wanna comp one
If you get out of hand you get handled, I'm like bob the builder got hammers, girl can I get a handful I'm handsome, a**, p**** mouth, and some
Baking soda with the water, whip it real good
Got a young man balling damn it feel good
Count it up count it up no money machine Ima count by hand
Give my bitch a couple grand, we dropping bombs like Japan
CHORUS
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
Big Drip
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big Drip
BIG DRIP
CHORUS
Feeling like I can't lose
How you gon stop these moves?
Drop top drop top drop top
Look how the light come through
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
Feeling like I can't lose
Don't you know I paid my dues
Top flo top flo top flo
Oh you gotta see these views
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
VERSE 1
I been doing real outstanding
Working with the moves no dancing
I been in control like Janet
So high I'm on a whole other planet
Wrist like water with the patek
Drowning in designer I'm an addict
Your diamonds real cloudy that's static
I don't want yo girl I already had it
VERSE 2
I send 20 racks don't even blink
I spent 20 more didn't even think
I bought a 100 bottles I don't even drink
My ice too cold I'm need a mink
My diamonds going crazy I'm need a shrink
Whole lotta cash I'm a need a Brink
Got butterfly doors on the lambo
Who gonna tell me anywhere that I can't go?
CHORUS
The Takeover
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Complex, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Turf, Underground, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Takeover
CHORUS:
It's the takeover
Everybody put they hands on the floor
The exits covered we barricading the door
And I'm not leavin' till I get what I came for
Take over the game if I'm able cause this is CaiN's War
The takeover, it's the takeover
Only God knows when the rain over
She said she thought she would look better in a Range Rover
I told her that her friend was lookin' better then the date over
Oh no, I done fucked it up again
But a couple hours later I was f***** wit her friend
Her friend knew that I was f***** up to begin with, cuz every other night I pick another chick to end with
I'm crazy, too lazy
I don't do a verse unless you pay me
I don't do a song unless you play me
And I don't fight fair so don't ever try to play me
Word play is ridiculous ain't nobody as sick as this is you wanna get twisted give a call
I got the rhythm delivery if you think you ill as me then just get on the court pick up the ball
Game over, I'm done
Don't nobody shine brighter than the sun
Never gonna die, higher I'm the Son
It's the Matrix and I'm Neo so I know that I'm the One
Clear the copies the original has won
The time to question everything's begun
And if you fakin' I'll dismantle you for fun
And watch you little chickens start to run
You been lied to ain't no better way to say it
Then if I got a plane and had to spray it
The sky died and the clouds are turnin' grey
And the breath of Armageddon gettin' closer every day
So I'm a have to make a f*****' change in what I say
Put the pen to paper see what happens to the page
Light it all on fire let the rage fuel the flames
S*** nobody wasn't ever gonna listen anyway
CHORUS
Slow it down it's been a decade and a half
I done written and linguistically spitted to make em spaz
But now I got a cynics point of view I've gotten mad
If conscious rappers was sellin' then you woulda been the man
Well I'm sick of this it's just ridiculous
Gave it all I got n y'all still wasn't diggin' it
Maybe if I switch it and just twist it up like licorice then maybe I could flip and get up out of this predicament I wish that it was different
Wish there was more of us to go around
Feel like the last of the Mohicans in this ghost town
But now I'm sittin' and I'm thinkin' that I been found
Start a revolution when I surface from the underground
I tried to make em believers they had me feelin' like Jesus
I wasn't tryin' to preach
Just tried to show em what they could be
But if I gotta burn on the cross with all these other rappers who floss
Then maybe I ain't ready at all
And I don't think I wanna do this no more
Then I sat myself down and said the beat was sick
That I had to get up on it and just let it rip
That if I could make a difference to a couple kids it wouldn't even matter if this song even became a hit
Told myself I had a point and that I'd put it down
Then I took to the critics shoved it in they mouth
They ain't got no taste swallow with a smile
And I ask with a straight face f****** do you hear me now
CHORUS
Kill Em Dead
Artist(s): downNout
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Football, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
150
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kill Em Dead
You picked the wrong one to be messing with
Born in a dark hole I was left in it
No heart no soul that's definite
Leave no witnesses or evidence
And my hands just attracted to weapons kids
Bang Bang till ain't nothing left in it
Now your body ain't got no breath in it
Sending off to the morgue what's left of it
We coming no time to prepare now
Yea we coming don't be acting scared now
CHORUS:
You better run n**** run run
He wanna be a killer (run n**** run run)
Until somebody kill 'em'
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Move slow can't be too cautious
See the line right there? Don't cross it
Hatin' n***** just make me nauseous
Chop 'em down like tree in a forest
This my city now no tourist
Putting flowers on your grave no florist
You ain't gangsta you just want the hype huh?
Watching real killers within wishing you was like one
I don't fear no man gon' try me
Face shots have you eating through an IV
And I didn't want to that was your fault
Big guns barrel long as a pole vault
Bang bang bang bang bang killer
Talk slick make your brain brain spilla
It ain't safe out here for the weak hearted
Eulogy reading dearly departed
It Waits For No Man
Artist(s): Hawkface
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Writer(s):
Jeremy Kyle Lloyd (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Advice, Chill, Coming Up, Common Experience, Determination, Explicit Lyrics, Honest, Introspective, Laid Back, Moody, Pensive, Perseverance, Reflective, Serious, Social Observation, Story Telling, The Grind, The Hustle, The Streets, Vibey
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drum Machine, Organ, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
98
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It Waits For No Man
IT WAITS FOR NO MAN (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
It's time to slit a optimo,
Rock and roll like a cheap mossimo,
Take it back to the bank
With a flick of the black bic the kid takes a drag of the stank,
Head in his hand he thinks how to decapitate the ravenous snakes,
Time is most definitely not on his side
He hit the button on the fob then he jumps in the ride
He got to get down the street,
With his head laying back as he bobs to a beat,
Got just enough time on the piece
To cop something to eat before the job on the street,
It's half past should be top of the clock
No time for the barber shop,
Aint no stopping his hustle,
Opposing cats get their back broke he just flexing his muscle,
Who wanna battle be next to the tussle,
Get your spine crack the kid aint having to touch you,
Got people on the team that'll handle that business,
Other cats in the back handle derivatives,
The dude at the bar spends his time with the memberships,
Keep the lights down low for your eyes dim the s***, diminish it,
I'm a beast when I write they called a man with the penmanship.
CHORUS 1
You know it don't stop yea
Its, like tick tock of the clock it
It, keeps goin around, and if you listen really
Closely then you know it's the sound yea, yea
You know it don't stop, yea, its,
Like tick tock of the clock kid yea,
Its just another Hawk hook
And its off the top, yea.
CHORUS 2
Time waits for no man,
For no man,
For no man, again.
Time waits for no man,
For no man,
For no man.
VERSE 2
Too much sniffin it be making your snot hurt,
Its all like clock work stop at the top first,
Folding the money keeps it clean with the line crease,
Contract papers lawyers urging him sign these.
Back to the 90s, making appointments keeping up with the time piece,
Makes him wonder what day will his time cease,
Then he thinks oh my how these fly honeys love these mai tais,
In about ten minutes they will be fighting,
Like a couple of female Mike Tyson,
He said I got 2 minutes and 5 on the nice one.
Chicks fighting like the wives that were stepford,
Now its getting reckless, the minute hands moving fast as the seconds,
You can quote me on that this is all for the record,
He bout to sink his teeth in like a German Shepard,
Pouncing on the pray your seeing spots from the leopard.
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
----------------------------------------
IT WAITS FOR NO MAN (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
It's time to slit a optimo,
Rock and roll like a cheap mossimo,
Take it back to the bank
With a flick of the black bic the kid takes a drag of the stank,
Head in his hand he thinks how to decapitate the ravenous snakes,
Time is most definitely not on his side
He hit the button on the fob then he jumps in the ride
He got to get down the street,
With his head laying back as he bobs to a beat,
Got just enough time on the piece
To cop something to eat before the job on the street,
It's half past should be top of the clock
No time for the barber shop,
Aint no stopping his hustle,
Opposing cats get their back broke he just flexing his muscle,
Who wanna battle be next to the tussle,
Get your spine crack the kid aint having to touch you,
Got people on the team that'll handle that business,
Other cats in the back handle derivatives,
The dude at the bar spends his time with the memberships,
Keep the lights down low for your eyes dim the shit, diminish it,
I'm a beast when i write they called a man with the penmanship.
CHORUS 1
You know it don't stop yea
Its, like tick tock of the clock it
It, keeps goin around, and if you listen really
Closely then you know it's the sound yea, yea
You know it don't stop, yea, its,
Like tick tock of the clock kid yea,
Its just another Hawk hook
And its off the top, yea.
CHORUS 2
Time waits for no man,
For no man,
For no man, again.
Time waits for no man,
For no man,
For no man.
VERSE 2
Too much sniffin it be making your snot hurt,
Its all like clock work stop at the top first,
Folding the money keeps it clean with the line crease,
Contract papers lawyers urging him sign these.
Back to the 90s, making appointments keeping up with the time piece,
Makes him wonder what day will his time cease,
Then he thinks oh my how these fly honeys love these mai tais,
In about ten minutes they will be fighting,
Like a couple of female Mike Tyson,
He said I got 2 minutes and 5 on the nice one.
Chicks fighting like the wives that were stepford,
Now its getting reckless, the minute hands moving fast as the seconds,
You can quote me on that this is all for the record,
He bout to sink his teeth in like a German Shepard,
Pouncing on the pray your seeing spots from the leopard.
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
I Need That
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 25% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 25% / Jonathan Meir Holder (PRS) 25%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Boss, Bouncy, Braggadocious, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Explicit Lyrics, Flossing, Game, Hustle, Money, Party, Pumped Up, Streets, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Upbeat, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
95
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Need That
I NEED THAT (CLEAN)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven b****es
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free s***
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the b****es out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk b****, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
----------------------------------------
I NEED THAT (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Eight figures, Seven bitches
G6, Five whips
Four grammies, Free shit
Too many reason I need the one hit
VERSE 1
Stackin' rolos on my neck I need that chain gang
Rosay blacked the bitches out, no they can't hang
Black coupe with the rims riding round dirty
Then I'mma pull up with the tech click
Bang bang
CHORUS 2
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 2
I'mma level up, go from ghost into phantom
With a look she let me slide into them panties
Said she could bring a friend, I already had em
But we can go around again and ride me like a tandem
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah imma need that
Hootchies, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 3
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
VERSE 3
That my squad, DSM
Still gone rock, in the west
In a Kia, or a Benz
Got my back, SPF
I ain't ever be be like
"Where y'all at"
I ain't ever gotta be like
"Hit me back"
I ain't gotta ask twice to
Get to my cash
And I aint gotta ask twice
To throw out her back
I need a baby mama minus
The baby I need it fast
I need Katrina or Tina, or Mia,
She on the gas
CHORUS 4
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma keep on riding I won't ever normalize, no
I'mma catch a case a day I'm tryna catch a vibe
Cuz I got the squad around and all we are is do or die oh
VERSE 4
I'mma level up, turn hater to a fanboy
You decide, love or hate me from the stands boy
I'mma, get to Platinum status, do it with no hands
Follow in my footsteps punk bitch, I bet you can't
A Rollie, I'mma need that
Designer, I'mma need that
A Patek for my momma
Not a penny for my daddy
Gucci suit, yeah I'mma need that
Hootchie, I ID that
Ain't no budget for a feature?
Tch nope, I need three rack
CHORUS 5
I'mma stay alive until my doors are suicide yeah
I'mma catch a body, if a body wanna fight yeah
I'mma catch a case a day, I'm tryna catch a vibe
And if lil mama wanna ride then I need her supersize yeah
CHORUS 1 (2X)
Gotta Have It
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Bling, Bravado, Cash, Cocky, Coming Up, Confident, Determined, Drive, Drug References, Druggy, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Flossing, Hustle, Hypnotic, Laid Back, Limo, Making Money, Rags To Riches, Raunchy, Showing Off, St. Louis, Streets, Swagger, Trippy, Wealth, Young
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
73
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gotta Have It
GOTTA HAVE IT (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea, yea, yea, yea
CHORUS
From the trap that s*** made me to a savage
A** fat girl you know I had to grab it
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly s*** so I gotta have it
If I pull to date b**** you'll be embarrassed
I got veggies in the chain you see the carrots
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly s*** so I gotta have it
VERSE 1
Things changed now my n****s going legal
Bad b**** with me fine as Mona Lisa
I like her friend she got features I might leave her
Say she want to f*** Vega I believe her
Now a n**** catching plays like a receiver
I just came to kill this b**** like I'm the reaper
Ex b**** calling crying begging pleading
I just dropped yea ass off cause I ain't need ya
CHORUS
VERSE 2
From the Lou them n****s cold as December
Take ya s*** and act like they don't remember
All the n****s falling off I'm yelling timber
Young n****s getting money I'm a member
Mamma say I need some church cause I'm a sinner
Daddy used to move that bass like he a tenor
Now a n**** baller s*** that I remember
Hot Cheetos, ramen noodles just for dinner
CHORUS
----------------------------------------
GOTTA HAVE IT (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea, yea, yea, yea
CHORUS
From the trap that shit made me to a savage
Ass fat girl you know I had to grab it
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly shit so I gotta have it
If I pull to date bitch you'll be embarrassed
I got veggies in the chain you see the carrots
Everyday counting lettuce smoking cabbage
I like fly shit so I gotta have it
VERSE 1
Things changed now my niggas going legal
Bad bitch with me fine as Mona Lisa
I like her friend she got features I might leave her
Say she want to fuck Vega I believe her
Now a nigga catching plays like a receiver
I just came to kill this bitch like I'm the reaper
Ex bitch calling crying begging pleading
I just dropped yea ass off cause I ain't need ya
CHORUS
VERSE 2
From the Lou them niggas cold as December
Take ya shit and act like they don't remember
All the niggas falling off I'm yelling timber
Young niggas getting money I'm a member
Mamma say I need some church cause I'm a sinner
Daddy used to move that bass like he a tenor
Now a nigga baller shit that I remember
Hot Cheetos, ramen noodles just for dinner
CHORUS
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
Pilots
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bedroom, Bling, Chill, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance, Dreamy, Druggy, Enticing, Flight, Flirtatious, Flying, High, Hypnotic, Intoxicated, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Sexy, Smooth, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Trippy, Vibe, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Pads, Piano, Synths
BPM:
80
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pilots
CHORUS:
Shh, Be quiet
Nothing left to do but just vibe
it's time to touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like we pilots
Ooh we flying. I don't think you ever been this high
yea we gonna touch the sky like we pilots. touch the sky like we pilots
You know you're down for the ride
I'm a show you how it's done right
Touch the sky like we pilots. Touch the sky like we pilots
Feel the motion flowin' inside
Let go have the time of your life touch the sky like we pilots
Touch the sky like with pilots
Tell me as you digging what I'm putting forth
or is it buried much too deeply closer to the core.
May be you gave your heart too freely to the one before
right now is all about the feeling check your problems at the door
You like where this is going, then move a little closer
Put your hands up like you're on a roller coaster
Dip it low then back up to attention like a soldier
Yeah I know I said I wanna get to know ya, but first you gotta
CHORUS
Yes just a feeling that we get gonna touch the ceiling no regrets then forget
Anything that happened previous tonight was just a test reading for the lead role top billing it's your destiny
Top floor suite everybody feel the beat. While the bass overtaking your body till complete
I know I said I want to get to know you but first I gotta show ya
close your eyes baby
CHORUS
No Reason
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Drill, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
77
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Reason
CHORUS
Stunting on these n*ggas just for no reason
20 gold chains rock them for no reason
450 on the kicks bought them for no reason
I just f*ck your b*tch did that no reason
Left her a** cause she was way to clingy
White heauxs in the lobby begging try to see me
Stunting on these n*ggas just for no reason
20 gold chains rock them for no reason
Verse 1
To much liquor in my system now, think outside the frame you get the picture now
You know I love a college girl, pledging Delta hoping can I f*ck your sister now
AKA mega Vega yea that's what they call me, go and show your girlfriend what I bought, go and show your boyfriend what u taught you, sinning all week Sunday morning at the alter
Pray lord forgive me hoping that he give me, strength against these demons cause they out to get me
Owner sent some bottles to f*ck up my kidneys, young n*ggas balling change my name to Griffey
CHORUS
Verse 2
Free my cousin out the jail cell, I came from food stamps and well fare
I haven't touched a million dollars yet, but I know how being real feel
Get paid then we go pay our tithes, hoping you open your eyes
October 31st all of my snakes in disguise, the sky is the limit
B*tch n*ggas love to despise, above all your hate I will rise, both of my eyes have see the p*ssy between her thighs
You loving her, cuffing her but she the one I would dodge facade you living
N*ggas is n*ggas but act just like b*tches Ms. doubtfire no Robin Williams
Always inside they feelings, I call them lies you living, Perrelli tires I'm wheeling, I'm feeling like millions, surrounding by women I'm gone
Coming Back
Artist(s): Cash C. (feat. Edoe)
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Charizma Shardayne Denise Upshaw (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Badass, Bold, Boss, Bravado, Confident, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drive, Drugs, Edgy, Flaunting, Gangster, Guns, Late Nght, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Power, Proud, Sex, Streets, Success, Tough
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Coming Back
COMING BACK (CLEAN)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new b***h
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these b*****s gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on this tape
I know these b*****s can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how n****s a turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see b*****s ain't riding for me
N****s ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
F**k the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This b***h keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
B***h get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get s**t from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this s**t on lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a n***a tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma f**k or not cause I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be f*****g on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some b*****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some n****s wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a n***a block I'm coming back
Turn this b***h around I'm hopping n*gga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that n***a done shot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shot for me
Never trust a b***h cause I know what that b*tch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My n***a Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side b*tches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new s**t
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these n****s pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this b***h
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
COMING BACK (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Yea yea yea, yea
They ain't know
They ain't know
CHORUS 1
They ain't know how I was coming
When I pulled up in a new whip
Hey, yea I got a new bitch
And I hopped out with some new drip
VERSE 1
I know these bitches gon have a trip
They gon wanna taste this tea I'm spilling
Every step I take
They like you need to take a break
You going to fast on the tape
I know these bitches can't relate
How I be dripping like a lake
It's crazy how niggas still turn on me
When loyalty don't cost a thing
I clearly see bitches ain't riding for me
Niggas ain't dying for me
I gotta be
In my own zone now, on my own now
Fuck the police yea I'm gone now
And I been crying for weeks but nobody gave me no tissue
That's why I keep rolling up to blow away these issues
This bitch keep calling talkin 'bout I got a bad attitude
Bitch get off my line go ahead and call your dude
Not tryna be rude but nobody get shit from me
Nobody getting a dime
Nobody made up this rhyme
Man I'm done wasting time
Imma stay on my grind
Yea I'm heading for the top
Nobody stealing my spot
I got this shit on lock lock lock lock
CHORUS 2
I know you got a nigga tell me something I don't know
Let me know if Imma fuck or not because I got to go
Every time you get around your friends you think that they don't know
They can see it in your face that we be fucking on the low
I came from nothing, I ain't have no bed sleeping on the floor
I was robbing I was selling drugs, tired of being broke
Know some bitches wish I never met, wish I never spoke
Know some niggas wish I never met, wish I never spoke
VERSE 2
If I ever shot a nigga block I'm coming back
Turn this bitch around I'm hopping out nigga where you at
I got a nine millimeter with a thirty on my lap
Bout to make my family proud stacking pennies Kyla Pratt
Got some killers that will shot for me that's if I ask
If you run then that nigga done shoot him in the back
And you know we coming black and white like sister act
Two twin glocks, one of the Cody one of the Zack
My brother he my brother I know my brother gon shoot for me
Never trust a bitch cause I know what that bitch a do to me
Right is right, wrong is wrong, only when you using me
Play me then I cut you off that what happens usually
My nigga Imma hop up in that pussy Imma dive it
Jackie Robinson you know Imma slide in it
Get rich or die trying, Imma die with it
You the main so don't worry about no side bitches
CHORUS 2
BRIDGE
Into that new shit
Lit like my waist
Everytime I leave she having a fit
Man I got these niggas pissed
Wishing they can flow like this
Wishing they can flow like this
Making hits after hits
To left and right Muhammad Ali in this bitch
Man it's looking tight for anybody that try to compete
Might as well step aside, yea
Y'all might as well step aside
Yeaa
CHORUS 1
Land Of The Gritty
Artist(s): Boom Doggottie
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Writer(s):
Cleo Michael Page (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Aggressive, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Driven, Edgy, Epic, Football, Game On, Gritty, Hustle, Hustlin', Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Victory, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
Cello, Drums, Electronic Drums, Horns, Snare Drum, Synth, Synth Bass, Theremin, Tubular Bells, Violin
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
118
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Land Of The Gritty
LAND OF THE GRITTY
INTRO
Ya'll don't get it, no, this is our house
we ain't playin no games
VERSE 1
Been down counted all of my blessings,
life lessons game on still stressing.
No guessing never let them see you sweat man,
my depression smiles my confession.
Daily testing I'm flexing my muscle
for the win no in I hustle,
grind hard take a loss what's that
bases loaded, two strikes, swinging my bat.
Boom ping ting run & tell that,
Winner's Circle gritty whole team on my back.
We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that.
(We can't lose, chant that chant, we can't lose, chant that chant,
we can't lose, yep bet that)
All black, game fact, off track,
we own and y'all wack, team Spirit! Get 'em
CHORUS (2X)
Welcome to the land of the gritty
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
This is my house we're shuttin them all down
Welcome to the land of the gritty
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
Showing suckers no pity
VERSE 2
Break my focus, eyes on the prize,
competitors fear they see no lies in my eyes.
Me try know I do, wall up, wall down, run through, ka boom!
Look who stepped in the room,
MVP everybody know me,
highest points scored on every cellphone screen,
nothing but the T-O-P for me.
I, Hi-5 oh, so live, my stride, I glide, slip slide,
run, dive, collide, four more yards till the touchdown line.
Defense up, they're all fence off,
God I hit him hard they playing too soft,
we playing football, man I think they playing golf
we can't lose while I walk my walk.
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
Welcome to the Jungle I'm a panther not a kitty,
only one rule here survival of the gritty.
See that on my back whole damn city,
we can't lose, no time for the tripping.
Squeezing, flexing, fingertips gripping,
drool and sweat is the only thing dripping,
this is my house, ya'll need my permission
My rules, there he go boys get 'em!
Ya'll don't get it
y'all came to lose we came to win,
cuz this here this is our house
and we ain't playing no games
CHORUS (2X)
Keep On Winning
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Encouraging, Epic, Football, Game, Heavy, Hustle, Inspiration, Marching, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pounding, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Snare Drum, Synths, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
77
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Keep On Winning
KEEP ON WINNING
INTRO
Just keep on winning, keep on winning
Ain't no bowing down
Just keep on winning, keep on winning
Bring the talent out
(Let's get to it)
VERSE 1
Just run ya route before you lose the chance
We making noise from in the field way out in to the stands
I'm In the game I make the plays and got the smoothest plan
You couldn't catch me at ya best because I'm too advanced
I'm gettin groovy on the move just tryna beat the odds
I'm chasing dreams ain't losing me so I can keep a job
I give em heat I'm redefined they giving me the signs
I'm the type to move discreet and ima leave em blind
PRE-CHORUS 1
Everyday just give it all that you got
Tryna hold a little tighter when the ball bout to drop
(Ain't tryna hear it)
CHORUS
Outwork em, outthink em
It's the game of life
Ain't nervous we gifted
We can pay the price
Opportunity keep knocking when ya game is tight
And if you want it bad enough it's time to make it right
Just keep on winning keep on winning ain't no holding back
Keep on winning keep on winning we can show the stats
Just keep on winning keep on winning ain't no bowing down
Just keep on winning keep on winning bring the talent out
VERSE 2
Stand up like a man or lay down like the cowards do
I seen em down and out but strength is how you power thru
So call the doubters they can witness what I'm bout to do
I'm working hard so I can wake up to a Mountain View
I got some people rootin' for me ones that want me gone
I know some folks In higher places some that done some wrong
They never understand the play like "why you want the pawn?"
So quickly it can get mistaken cuz I want it all
BRIDGE 1
How can you ever be the best if you don't chase ya dream?
These people out here looking stressed, but they don't make it seem
CHORUS
BRIDGE 2
How can you ever be the best if you don't chase ya dream?
These people out here looking stressed but they don't make it seem
I think I'm next I put the pressure on to make the team
Don't miss a step I'm like a vet don't ever play wit me
PRE-CHORUS 2
Everyday just give it all that you got
Try to hold a little tighter when the ball bout to drop
(Ain't tryna hear it)
Yea I know they say I'm talking a lot
Go get it while you can one day the coffin will drop
CHORUS
OUTRO
We keep on winning
We keep on winning
We keep on winning
We winning bring the talent now
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Against the Odds, Aggressive, Attitude, Back Story, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, City, Club, Cocky, Confidence, Cool, Empowerment, Energetic, Energized, Family Appreciation, Hood, Hustle, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Powerful, Rich, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
79
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Flooded
FLOODED (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the s**t I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new n****z they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple n****z quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it
Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill s**t at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
_______________________________________________
FLOODED (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the shit I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new niggaz they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple niggaz quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill shit at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
True Champion
Artist(s): Shoreshot
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Patrick Terrence Whelan (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Championships, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Dedication, Epic, Game Time, Hustle, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Horns, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
True Champion
TRUE CHAMPION
VERSE 1
What can truly move them and grab them
You show them who's the prevailer
You go from failure to failure without
Losing enthusiasm you be the silent preparer
The work'll do all the talking
Be who they never exhausted
Straight fuel make room take caution
Be the one who breaks through
And came for their portion
And take it by force when the op arises
Time to rock-a-bye ya's
Comp looking lopsided they cannot deny it
Go getter tone setter stop this won't let ya
Won't fold when thrown pressure
Show them why they should've known better (known better)
Don't ever, don't you ever let what they say
Have a millisecond to live
Never getting into your way
You give everything you can give
Focused how you stay
How much you doing everyday
There's one who wrote the movie
One complaining pressing play
Who's who what's what
This is predator vs. prey
CHORUS
Don't you, ever try to,
Tell me when or
How it can't be done
That will never apply to
It never will to
A true champion
Break through, break through
Break ground, break ground
Break who
There's no breaks now
Through and through
Thick and thin
Losers lose, winners win
VERSE 2
Do what they couldn't do or fathom
You show them who's the prevailer
You go from failure to failure without
Losing enthusiasm you be the silent preparer
Put purpose in how you're walking
Fulfillment over fortune
Be the leader not a trailer
Fearless when they try to scare ya
Be the one they can't even bear the
Thought of competing with
You let them speak of it
And claim they want to piece of it
Don't let them deter you
When they try to derail ya
Trailblazer unfair favor
The gain's greater game changer
Rain maker clear and present danger
It couldn't be put any plainer
What legacy you trying leave
Last in the draft
Or the highest seed
Cash out first or be the last
Of a dying breed
Go out with a bang
But keep on winning quietly
Understand the irony within it
You finished what you starting
Or you starting to be finished
You tell me which one is it
CHORUS (2X)
No Stopping
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alexander Edward Cassano (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, Cocky, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Dedication, Epic, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Stopping
NO STOPPING
VERSE 1
Present day just watch ya back like there's a target attached
You the big dog of the yard but I'll be larger than that
They say my rhymes are like titanium
Don't argue with that
Too far gone there ain't no
Savin em be smarter then that
Lookin back yea there's some things
We shoulda did wit finesse
It matters why I'm satisfied long as I give it my best
I had to try now Ima ride I'll go get me a check
To hide the pain ill find a way so I can live with the stress
CHORUS (2X)
Sometimes I think about my past until I pass out
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Everybody fragile like they living in a glass house
I'm on the road to get the gold until I cash out
Got no navigation cuz they say I got it mapped out
VERSE 2
Listen up I put it down before I pick it up
To mix it up I went n bought myself a pickup truck
Get some courage to go do what u ain't did before
We get discouraged tryna figure what we living for
What you know is how you is so check a different show
I'm in position I been gripping like a figure 4
Be careful latching on to people cuz nobody last
You end up wit a memory and hope it's one nobody has
Been kicking doors like I been going to karate class
We got it off the floor we tryna make it more then mom n dad
VERSE 3
They didn't listen when we told em we gone plan it out
Now they seeing us grinding on a mission and they standing out
We getting chicken tryna figure why ya hand is out
And every single time we hit the scene you got ya camera out
I got the ball I hit the ground n then I ran it out
Like Sanders I'm the man so understand I'll have em campin out
I put the time in so my rhyming Doin damage now
I see the light I had to find it like abandoned house
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Climbing right up to the top and we ain't coming down
(Ain't no stopping us now)
Get gon, get gon wassup
I'm on the road to get the gold until I cash out
Got no navigation cuz they say I got it mapped out
CHORUS
Bad Bad
Artist(s): Slaz
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 34% / George Jr Salazar (BMI) 33% / Johnny Russell Burke (ASCAP) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 67%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Chill, Coming Up, Common Experience, Determination, Explicit Lyrics, Honest, Introspective, Laid Back, Moody, Overcoming Obstacles, Pensive, Perseverance, Reflective, Self Confidence, Self Esteem, Social Dynamics, Social Observation, Story Telling, The Grind, The Hustle, The Streets
Instruments:
Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Electronic Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
70
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bad Bad
BAD BAD (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
You're not someone we
You're not someone we know
Girls who want the D
Let's keep it on the d-low
I'ma pour my drink
My drink never pouring me though
I'ma smoke my weed
It could be worse, I'ma g though
Brick by brick, I'ma build this s***
Make a mansion out a kilo
Push comes to shove
I'm a man about love
If you hurt mine
You might bleed slow
Are who you hang with
Are they nameless or soon to be famous?
Sit back, back track and think about
If you're happy with the company you came with
PRE-CHORUS
Are you happy with everyone you see?
Are you happy with what you might be?
CHORUS
I took a few steps back
I ain't trying to back track
Fed up thinking about my past
I glowed up, I'm past that
I was down, down bad
Now I'm up, I'm bad, bad
Feel like they can't keep me down
'Cause I'm up, I'm bad, bad
I took a few steps back
I ain't trying to back track
Fed up thinking about my past
I glowed up, I'm past that
I was down, down bad
Now I'm up, I'm bad, bad
Feel like they can't keep me down
'Cause I'm up, I'm bad, bad
VERSE 2
I'm more conscious of what I read
I'm more conscious of what I see
I'm more conscious about the company
I keep around me
'Cause the energy is off, don't know a thing about me
I need sunny in a life that's been partly cloudy
I saw the vicious cycle
But the dishes cycle
Working 9-5 surely kills ambition
When I switch the position is what I call really living
And I know that I'ma do it, get to it
When the tough get going, I'm the truest, stay fluent
The real music gonna speak
And the fake music makes sewage
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
-----------------------------------------
BAD BAD (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
You're not someone we
You're not someone we know
Girls who want the D
Let's keep it on the d-low
I'ma pour my drink
My drink never pouring me though
I'ma smoke my weed
It could be worse, I'ma g though
Brick by brick, I'ma build this shit
Make a mansion out a kilo
Push comes to shove
I'm a man about love
If you hurt mine
You might bleed slow
Are who you hang with
Are they nameless or soon to be famous?
Sit back, back track and think about
If you're happy with the company you came with
PRE-CHORUS
Are you happy with everyone you see?
Are you happy with what you might be?
CHORUS
I took a few steps back
I ain't trying to back track
Fed up thinking about my past
I glowed up, I'm past that
I was down, down bad
Now I'm up, I'm bad, bad
Feel like they can't keep me down
'Cause I'm up, I'm bad, bad
I took a few steps back
I ain't trying to back track
Fed up thinking about my past
I glowed up, I'm past that
I was down, down bad
Now I'm up, I'm bad, bad
Feel like they can't keep me down
'Cause I'm up, I'm bad, bad
VERSE 2
I'm more conscious of what I read
I'm more conscious of what I see
I'm more conscious about the company
I keep around me
'Cause the energy is off, don't know a thing about me
I need sunny in a life that's been partly cloudy
I saw the vicious cycle
But the dishes cycle
Working 9-5 surely kills ambition
When I switch the position is what I call really living
And I know that I'ma do it, get to it
When the tough get going, I'm the truest, stay fluent
The real music gonna speak
And the fake music makes sewage
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Mr. Get Back
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Trappaz)
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Desire, Dirty South, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Money, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Stripper Pole, Thug, Tough, Trial, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Synths
BPM:
75
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mr. Get Back
CHORUS:
Still talkin money that's that doe ish
Flyest go-getter and you know it
Eat with all my homies that I roll wit
This is 8ball music to a whole brick
Mr get back homie on the get back x3
If it's all about a check then let me get that
Feelin like a boss feelin feelin like a boss x4
Countin the money and stackin them bands
Chef in the kitchen I'm cookin the yams
Finessin them jugs and trappin them grams
I get to the money you don't understand
Time to get littie and run thru the city
Got hundreds and fiftys
Got drums on the 50
Got shooters that's with me you dig me you dig me
You wanna get busy then come n get with me
Bossed up on flex, need a AP or rolex
I'm like KD wit 2 techs
When I shoot boy your shit wet
Diamonds dancing they wet
I'm on comma digits and checks
I'm a go getter for that bankroll
That money here on deck
I'm just tryna get it whip it flip it pitch it make it go
Trappaz on me clip em rip em spit em what you take me for, nah
Never been no _itch
Never been no suckaz
Man I keep me a clip, cuz I don't trust mutha uggaz
Trapped up on go, four pound four oh
I give that green light on your homeboys
That there mean go
We go hard since day one
Me and all my day ones
That NWA ish, we spray ish wit them k guns
Certified this G ish, white work keep weed lit
People bleed like I do, better them bleed than me _itch
We catch wreck and we wreck homies
Shooters wit me on deck homie
Throw bullets see you picked off
Round here we intercept homies
CHORUS
Squeezin round the city, flexin like I'm Nino
Dealin wit them pookies and money like casinos
Getting G money, breakin down them kilos
Course if you a boss then you make your whole team known
I got the sauce now wipe me off
FA on em, I am the boss
Play wit them sticks just not lacrosse
30 shot clips that'll knock you off
Know you heard nigga got the word
I got white n**** I got birds
I got pounds n**** I got herb
Bitches gimme brain n**** I got nerves
I got the urge just to up and splurge
Throw on my ice n**** rock my firs
Everything Gucci and the wrist on burn
Money in my pocket getting rich off her
I'ma go HAM nigga I'ma go HAM
I'ma go Ferrari I'ma go Lam
I'ma go white n**** I'ma go tan
Trap full of white like the Ku Klux Klan
CHORUS
Regardless
Artist(s): Juuuu & Matisse Tsoy & Nate WILL
Similar Tracks
Writer(s):
Julian Jaleel Thomas (ASCAP) 30% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 40% / Nate Williams (BMI) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 70% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 30%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Champion, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Determination, Drugs, Flossing, Focused, Grinding, Gritty, Laid Back, Money, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Proud, Rising Above, Showing Off, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Winning Attitude
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Nylon String Guitar
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Regardless
REGARDLESS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil n***a you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh (let's go)
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) n****s (what's the word)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a n***a causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking ish, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil n***a
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
B****, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my s**t like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, s**t (I'ma splurge)
Ain't with that bulls**t
We put it to the curb (to the curb)
____________________________________
REGARDLESS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil nigga you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) niggas (what's the word nigga)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a nigga causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking shit, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil nigga
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu bitch)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu bitch)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
Bitch, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my shit like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word nigga)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, shit (I'ma splurge nigga)
Ain't with that bullshit
We put it to the curb (to the curb nigga)
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