Tracks Similar To Flooded
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
Everyday
Artist(s): Krstos (feat. DJ Eristoo & Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 40% / Eric Simiso Khayelihle Phungula (ASCAP) 30% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Future Bass, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Club, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Driving, Drugs, Gangster, Getting High, Hood, Hustle, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence, Zulu Language
Instruments:
Bass, Djembe, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Everyday
EVERYDAY (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the b*****s
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich n****s
I don't talk to the broke n****s
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
____________________________
EVERYDAY (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
I talk about money everyday man
Whiskey on the rocks everyday man
Smoking green leaves everyday man
I pray I pray everyday man (2X)
VERSE 1
I only talk about the moolah
I don't talk about the bitches
I wanna get rich everyday man
I wanna see my momma happy everyday man
I'm rolling with the rich niggas
I don't talk to the broke niggas
I were gucci everyday man
I look good everyday man
If you bring me trouble
Then I'll give you double
Hey Mr. Barman give me double
I'm a hustler man
They call me boogie man
They call me killer man
I am not a bad man
I am killer man
I'm a controls killer man
I'm a controls killer man.
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Wozala [Come here]
Bambala [hold this],
Sphethimali [we have money], Sphethiyingane [we have girls], Sphethiyihlahla [we have green leaves],
We sipping Hennessy
We are Superstars,
Sishayukotini thulubheke [we wearing fancy clothes watch and learn],
We moving levels sifuni [we need a] bank,
Awthulumbeje ngobaziwala [let's spend all the money cause it's a turn up].
CHORUS (2X)
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)
Win It Every Time
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, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Basketball, Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Mumble Rap, Pumped Up, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
170
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Win It Every Time
WIN IT EVERY TIME
PRE-CHORUS
Yea You know I don't miss (no I can't)
If I ever get to ball I'm shoot it I'm swish swish swish
And I'm going for the V
Waited my whole life, so if it up to me
CHORUS
I'm win it every time every time every time
Every time every time every time
If the game on the line on the line
Then I'm win it every time every time cuz
I can't lose (4x)
Every time every time every time (2x)
I'm win it every time
VERSE 1
Hopped off the flight to another one
We just got a dub I need another one
And I'm repping for the Home team
Champion I need a whole ring
I don't ever shrink away from the battle
All these boys getting beat like a paddle
Put you under my feet like the gravel
Here the judge come listen for the gavel
I don't ever run from it man, each game I need hun'ed bands
Dunk on ya with da funny dance, in the sky like the Son of Man
Gimme dat gimme dat gimme dat
Going for the goal yea I'm getting that
Finish dat finish dat finish dat finish dat
I be over here where the winners
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
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)
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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)
Important
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (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:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Mumble Rap, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Important
CHORUS:
All my cars fast cuz they foreign
My diamonds speak another language they imported
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name its not important
It's not important, it's not important
It's not important, it's not important
You must be talking old news man you boring
Cuz if I do not know your name it's not important
I been counting money for a week
Thought I was finished but it doubled in my sleep
My partner told me we was on I said preach
Beat the game on my own and neva cheated
Ey me and Lee be putting' on for the V
Send me the work I break it down we split the fee
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
Ya favorite rapper probably got his style from me
These rappers so wack know that I ain't neva tryna go back to no racks
I won't cut these hittaz no slack fasho that wrist be blinding like a kodak post that
CHORUS
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
Knockem Down
Artist(s): RubaKnight
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Ruben Henery Smith (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cocky, Confident, Epic, Fame, Finish Line, Fulfillment, Hustle, Lavish, Motivation, Moving Forward, Perseverance, Pumped Up, Rich, Self Confidence, Sports, Success, Swagger, Triumphant, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
146
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Knockem Down
KNOCKEM DOWN (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Fresh start now thatʼs major
Think about it thatʼs gangster
Got my own crew no thank ya
Stacking up chips like wrangler
I done rode with the best in the west
Broke bread with the best in the west
Deal jagged with the best in the west
I am the runner up guess whatʼs next
Looking through my lenses
X x-ray vision
Fake friends pretending
Like they mess with me
I am ending your envy
This my beginning
Travel like the speed of lightning
When I'm reciting
Hahahahaha
I told yʼall warm up
I'm feeling like the greatest
CHORUS
Iʼm feeling like the greatest
Got haters cause I made it
my motivation is patience
creating what I made it
They screaming loud
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
I got patience
Iʼm really feeling like the greatest
VERSE 2
Jump in the coupe I'm gone
Fresh out the booth I'm gone
Feeling like Gray Poupon
All up in my zone
Writing to this song
Sipping on Patron
They thought that I was gone
Pop out guess whoʼs home
KNOCKEM DOWN (CLEAN)
Iʼm trending I'm mending
Together your ending
Iʼm Kidding Iʼm kidding
Iʼm friendly Iʼm Bentley
Iʼm living this life as a legend
Sometimes they call me the reverend
Guiding his people to heaven
Blessed by the best no stressing
Iʼm living my life to the fullest and you better know that
You grabbing your camera Iʼm posing you taken a Kodak
CHORUS
VERSE 3
No sleep I am like
Row the boat
You stop
I still Row the boat
Knowing I can go some more
Charged up like a charger roll
Knowing I am in gutter mode
123 like butter rolls
Knockout you canʼt go no more
Rock-a-bye baby on the floor
You want to be the man
But Iʼm going to be that man
Cause greater is I am
And I am where I stand
I am living by his plan
I plan to be the man
cause I am gonna see it see it see it through until the end
CHORUS
___________________________
KNOCKEM DOWN (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Fresh start now thatʼs major
Think about it thatʼs gangster
Got my own crew no thank ya
Stacking up chips like wrangler
I done rode with the best in the west
Broke bread with the best in the west
Deal fucked by the best in the west
I am the runner up guess whatʼs next
Looking through my lenses
X x-ray vision
Fake friends pretending
Like they fuck with me
I am ending your envy
This my beginning
Travel like the speed of lightning
When I'm reciting
Hahahahaha
I told yʼall warm up
I'm feeling like the greatest
CHORUS
Iʼm feeling like the greatest
Got haters cause I made it
my motivation is patience
creating what I made it
They screaming loud
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
they screaming loud
they screaming loud
I knockem down
I knockem down
I got patience
Iʼm really feeling like the greatest
VERSE 2
Jump in the coupe I'm gone
Fresh out the booth I'm gone
Feeling like Gray Poupon
All up in my zone
Writing to this song
Sipping on Patron
They thought that I was gone
Pop out guess whoʼs home
Iʼm trending I'm mending
Together your ending
Iʼm Kidding Iʼm kidding
Iʼm friendly Iʼm Bentley
Iʼm living this life as a legend
Sometimes they call me the reverend
Guiding his people to heaven
Blessed by the best no stressing
Iʼm living my life to the fullest and you better know that
You grabbing your camera iʼm posing you taken a Kodak
CHORUS
VERSE 3
No sleep I am like
Row the boat
You stop
I still Row the boat
Knowing I can go some more
Charged up like a charger roll
Knowing I am in gutter mode
123 like butter rolls
Knockout you canʼt go no more
Rock-a-bye baby on the floor
You want to be the man
But Iʼm going to be that man
Cause greater is I am
And I am where I stand
I am living by his plan
I plan to be the man
cause I am gonna see it see it see it through until the end
CHORUS
Rise, Grind, Hustle, Work Hard
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, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Cash, Champion, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Football, Game, Hustle, Hypnotic, Money, Mumble Rap, Pumped Up, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Training, Trippy, Triumphant, VIP, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
166
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rise, Grind, Hustle, Work Hard
INTRO
Can't Stop
Never Quit
Been a legend
Been Lit
Trained all summer
No days off
Putting in the work
And it's gon pay off
CHORUS
Rise grind hustle work hard
Rise grind hustle work hard
Champion in the making
Oh I know it's mine for the taking cuz I
Rise grind hustle work hard
Rise grind hustle work hard
Oh I'm coming for the top spot
Too much heart that's what I got
VERSE 1
Ooh, I just hit the speed like a lambo
Run it up the middle like I'm Rambo
Bout to go to war with no camo
Locked loaded ready with the ammo
Champion in my bloodline
Bout to Make it rain like its flood time
Rose Gold calling with the big rings
Boy I knew I'd make it always had big dreams
Making moves from the east to the bay
All the opps being opps told 'em get up out my way
Came way too far just to quit now
Stand up guy I don't ever sit down all I do is
CHORUS
One Two
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:
Action, Against the Odds, Aggressive, Angry, Attitude, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Cocky, Combat, Coming Up, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dedication, Determination, Determined, Epic, Fight Back, Fighting Enemies, Game, Hustle, Overcoming, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Perseverance, Positive Attitude, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Swagger, Triumphant, Upbeat, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Bass, Flute, Synth, Violins
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Two
ONE TWO
INTRO
Drop it
CHORUS
On a roll Ima go til they drop me (Ima go)
The life we livin' like a program and they watching (the life we livin')
Toe to toe I don't fold for nobody (toe to toe)
My heart is frozen chasing goals we playin hockey (my heart is frozen)
One two bodies hit the ground
One two gotta get it now
One two gotta fight it til the finish
We gone always follow thru and hit like
Lightning in the ending
Hit like lightning
VERSE 1
We throwing punches in bunches
Said that I'ma give it to you know you don't want it
Everybody know I came from nothing to something
Put a little time in Money come in abundance
So ain't no frontin'
You know we got the blueprint we doing it wit a strategy
We shootin' for the moon but I root for the people after me
doing what we do ain't no losing We seen some tragedy
When we got into it they threw everything they had at me
PRE-CHORUS 1
I don't back down I stand up and fight it (2X)
Get the lighter stand on up n ignite it
So bring the fire raise it up when the night hit
You see we strikin'!
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Drop another bomb Ima problem don't even detonate
Kaboom
Me n the crew just stepped in the room
Hit whoever's left soon as they mess up n move
Losing all direction but got perfectionist views
On the road to the riches I get it I hit a bump or two
All these people keep jabbing at me I ain't know what to do
Came up they ain't laughing I'm happy and I been comfortable
Started in the back n my passion put me in front of you
PRE-CHORUS 2
One direction we ain't slowing it down
Karma catchin' up it's going around
Whoever stepping up we throwing em out
Applyin' pressure so they know what we about
CHORUS (2X)
Go The Distance
Artist(s): Shoreshot
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, Champion, Competition, Danger, Driven, Epic, Game, Goal, Hustle, Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Organ, Piano, Synth, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
76
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go The Distance
GO THE DISTANCE
VERSE 1
You can point out all my faults
Glorify all of my wrongs
Want me to run off course
Fall off track want me gone
what ya thought that
I'd fallback as if it would hurt
Or do any harm
I put it in the work
I'm a highlight reel in human form
You run your mouth
I run my route
You keep the hate
I keep the faith
I stay in bounds
You're out of line
And out of time
I end the game
I'm who they cannot contain
And that's not
Gonna stop or change
And I got a
Whole lot to gain
No matter what team we face
It's not a thing
Got to leave it all on the field
Got to go farther and farther
Got to go harder and harder
Got to put them all on their heels
Got to give it all i can give
Until the unthinkable is
What my team accomplishes
I can promise you this
Promise you this
CHORUS (2X)
I know I'm on my job
And nowhere close to finished, tho
I'm overcoming the odds
They don't know the love involved
If it's a ton of yards
Or it's only inches
I'll keep on going far
It's makes no difference
VERSE 2
If you make enough small steps
They can become long strides
But it's in the little things
And it's how you handle those
Before you can handle bigger things
Go and tackle bigger foes
Got to grow some bigger wings
Got to be what driven means
Or consider just hitting the road
Can't reach the peak without reaching lows
Got to keep on keeping on
Got to play a much bigger role
Got to make a list with bigger goals
Got to leave room for improvement
Got to take their expectations
Got to keep exceeding those
Got to reach our destination
Got to just do what we're doing
Got to prove what needs to be proven
Got to keep pursuing and pushing
Got to take our own objectives
Got to keep on meeting those
Got to keep on digging deep
Be the ones they couldn't beat
There's something inside of me
That'll never die
Got to have that burning fire
Got to have that inner drive
Got to have that will to win
That'll never be denied
Got to have a competitive edge
You can see it in my eyes
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'm gonna break it down
Keep on breaking ground
All for the taking now
One for the ages
Nothing but game changers
I'm gonna break it down
Keep on breaking ground
All for the taking now
One for the ages
Nothing but game changers
PRE-CHORUS
Records get broken
I'm ready to go in
I'm only beginning
I'm way too committed
And making it golden
A greater devotion
To go for the win
Flow it again
Records get broken
I'm ready to go in
I'm only beginning
I'm way too committed
And making it golden
A greater devotion
To go for the win
CHORUS (2X)
Champion
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Badass, Ballin', Boss, Championship, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dark, Energy, Football, Game, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Inspiration, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Sports, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Violent, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Champion
CHAMPION
VERSE 1
If you want to be the best
Then you gotta beat the best
No B.S. work hard, leisure less
I'm in a whole other league
They can't even test
Want to step to me
Go head and be my guest
Enough talking
Time to put this beef to rest
It's game on now
You about to be finessed
I don't care who your camp is
What your brand is
By the end of the show
They gonna know
Who the champ is
Every step,every rep, every breath
Every trickle of sweat
It's a ripple effect
only way you can win some respect
Is to keep on winning
And don't let them forget
It's like an overdue debt
I won't accept
No more rain checks
I'm here to collect
Better prep, better come correct
Come at me you better bet
I'm coming for your neck
CHORUS
No sacrifice, no reward
Got to fight to endure
Like a Champion
Not the type to ignore
They don't like me
Cuz boy I'm a Champion
No payment, no payoff
No pain, no playoffs
For a Champion
No discipline, no victory hymn
Yeah I'm gonna win
Cuz I'm a Champion
VERSE 2
It don't matter if it's practice
My passion's the same
To me it's the whole
Other half of the game
I don't half-ass it
Don't skip past it
Ain't no thespian
More like ESPN classic
Pass me the rock
Or pass me the mic
Like a pigskin
Underneath them
Stadium lights
Keep it tight like spiral
Aimed for the kill
My cranium is titanium
So they can't tell
Me that I won't
Cuz I know that I will
And if I do fail
Then I use it to build
Ain't a worse way to lose
Then to give up and choose
To not compete for me
There is no excuse
I'm an all star
Never surrender
I'll starve
Before you see me turn to flee
So don't start
This is what I'm here for
It's gonna be a war
And that means
There's gonna be more
Then some sweat on the floor
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion, champion
Champion, champion
When I'm a champion
Boy I'm a champion, champion
CHORUS
Sicko
Artist(s): Sauce Party
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Boss, Car, Cash, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Druggy, Drugs, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Mean, Money, Party, Rich, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP
Instruments:
808 Kick, Drums, Synths
BPM:
155
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sicko
Sicko
PRE-CHORUS
Might just pull up the club in a coup
Treat your girl top like I do my roof (take it off)
Everybody going psycho
Shinning keep you eyes closed
Get it lit, that's all we ever do
Make the party go sicko
CHORUS
It's Going sicko
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Watch us come alive in the night time
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
VERSE 1
Last night we was lit
I just spent like half a brick
Designer down my fit
Came in with some bands now I don't know where they went
I just spent, got it lit
Cuff yo broad, take yo chick
Hit the mall get my drip
Take a stack make it flip
That's exotic on the floor ain't no shoes in my whip
Bet it all in the bank, neva lose I just win
PRE-CHORUS
Might just pull up the club in a coup
Treat your girl top like I do my roof (take it off)
Everybody going psycho
Shinning keep you eyes closed
Get it lit, that's all we ever do
Make the party go sicko
CHORUS
It's Going sicko
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Watch us come alive in the night time
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
VERSE 2
I went and cop me a coupe yea
I never run out of juice yea
I pull up deep with the troops yea
Better be quiet we shoot yea
I got a waddie of cash yea
Look how we body the bag yea
Oh you boyfriend getting mad yea
Look how we stunt on his a** yea
I got the ball i don't pass no
I never run out of cash flow
Oouu I'm so high I might crash though
First, you come in last though
You come in last though...
Yea!
CHORUS
Make the party go sicko
It's Going sicko
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Watch us come alive in the night time
It's going sicko
It's going sicko
Mr. Get Back
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Trappaz)
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Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
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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
Last One
Artist(s): Shoreshot
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Achievement, Attitude, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Biblical References, Boss, Champion, Competition, Danger, Epic, Game, Hustle, Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Sports, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Tubular Bells, Violins
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
83
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Last One
LAST ONE
INTRO
Take them by surprise
When the right chance comes
You may not get another try
Make it happen get it done
VERSE 1
Each and every last one
Hit them with a fast one
Take them by storm
Write before the sunrise
We gon see who last long
See who stands strong
We gon see who doesn't
Have a leg to stand on
See who gets their last laugh on
Got to leave them gone
Gone in a flash from
Completing every task at hand
Slam dunk any objective
Like it's my last jump
Like I might only get the chance once
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Time is what nobody gets a pass from
While it's on my side I gotta do what no
Do what no one has done
CHORUS
Who can finish up the strongest?
Who can go above and beyond?
Who made it their purpose
To take it the furthest
In the face of adversity
and/or state of emergency?
Who can sling it like a psalmist?
And who's been in it for the longest?
Who made it their purpose
To take it the furthest
To fulfill a promise
Til the mission is accomplished?
VERSE 2
Last one that they're expecting to see
Once the dust settles
Last one to rise above the flood levels
I'm the last one doing it like it's
In my blood vessels
Last one showing up
Without a reservation
Without hesitation
To crush devils
Forget whatever
Was scheduled
There's something greater at stake
More important at hand
There can't be any mistakes
To go according to plan
We'll see who got what it takes
We'll see who can stay the course
As harm's way awaits
We can't call it off
We can't call it safe
Not until we see these dark forces
All disintegrate
Cripple any plot of the wicked
Trying to eliminate
The last one
Guardin' the state
I got a maker to meet
Until then His word's a lamp unto my feet
Light unto my path
Wiping out the evils
At a fast pace
Put them in their place
Cuz they can't compete
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS 1
CHORUS 2
Who can sling it like a psalmist?
And who's been in it for the longest?
Who made it their purpose
To take it the furthest
To fulfill a promise
Til the mission is accomplished?
Stupid Busy
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Busy, Confident, Cool, Crime, Dark, Determined, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Money, Motivation, Night Life, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Serious, Showing Off, Street, Success, Swagger, Tension, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stupid Busy
STUPID BUSY
CHORUS (2X)
What they doin wit me
What they doin wit me
Back to back exotic cars when we move through the city
Been on the run for way to long they wonder who can get him
See how I'm coming game is on I'm gettin stupid busy
VERSE 1
I been patient tired of waiting ain't no time for wasting
Wake up early In the morning and my mind is racin
My mistake I'm tryna be great but I'm still dodging cases
Been working overtime in know it's mine so stop the hatin
Pay attention take a listen no escapin prison.
The way we livin game I give I'm tryna make a difference
See it's a shame u make a name then people fakin friendships
I ain't crying gimme mine that's right I came to get it
We don't stop for nothin busy bee I got it buzzin
Them heavy pockets coming clean like I can mop or something
Let's get the top I want it when are y'all gone stop the Huntin
End up in a box or something just because u got some money
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Been floodin neighborhoods so long we never see a drought
There not a square up in my circle gotta keep em out
Just leave em out we grab the keys and pull the Beamer out
No reachin out We got the water get the leaches out
Now I'm invested got the method see what I been blessed with
We all been tested got thru stress so now we got a message
They wonder who applyin pressure now it's not a question
They say that blind gone lead the blind but us we got Perspective
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE
There's repercussion to ya actions Gotta make it happen.
Time ain't waiting for nobody hate it wit a passion.
I took a trip and had to pray that I can make it back in
I ain't slipping for nobody cuz I make the traction
CHORUS (2X)
Talk About Me
Artist(s): Omboi (feat. Blaqbone)
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Writer(s):
Christopher Stephen Hicks (ASCAP) 50% / Vusumndeni Mnikathi (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alcohol, Attitude, Braggadocious, Cocky, Confident, Control, Cool, Dark, Driving, Fame, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Killing, Money, Night Life, Rich, Street, Strength, Success, Swagger, Thug, World Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Sitar, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Talk About Me
TALK ABOUT ME (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
B*****s and n****s want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the n****s that are dope man,
If I kill a n***a you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
If I kill a n***a you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, b*****s and n****s
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
they wanna see me die man eh,
they wanna see my momma cry man eh
they don't know that I know man
they don't know that I stay low
money money money calling me man
moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
yeah blah blah blah
b*****s and n****s
__________________________________
TALK ABOUT ME (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Everybody wanna talk about me,
bitches and niggas want to lie about me,
I am rolling with the niggas that are dope man,
Fuck you nigga you a broke man,
My momma told me I am gonna be rich,
Fuck you nigga you are so stench,
I am gonna buy my girlfriend a Lamborghini,
you gonna buy your girlfriend some bikini
CHORUS
Everywhere I go they talk about me, oh they talk about me yeah
They talk about me, Everybody talk about me yeah
Everywhere I go they talk about me, blah blah blah blah yeah
They talk about me, bitches and negros
VERSE 2
They talk about me everyday man,
All this Televised everyday man,
They wanna see me die man eh,
They wanna see my momma cry man eh
They don't know that I know man
They don't know that I stay low
Money money money calling me
Moolah moolah moolah calling me man
CHORUS
OUTRO
Oh they talk about me
Everybody talk about me
Yeah blah blah blah
Bitches and negros
Itching To Snitch
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
75
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Itching To Snitch
ITCHING TO SNITCH (CLEAN)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a b***h)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (nah, nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this b*tch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only b*****s, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
____________________________________
ITCHING TO SNITCH (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
No honor, no ethics,
Witness protection ain't nothing but the
Underground railroad to the grave...you know it's over
VERSE 1
Hustling on the side trying to boss up
Spun his own web now the whole crew caught up
This elevator got some unstable cables
He can't eat from both sides of the table-what you thinking bruh?
PRE-CHORUS
He did what he felt he had to do (He's a snitch)
Preached a sermon on you and the crew (what a bitch)
Federal vaccine, relocate with plenty green
Ever known a rat to turn down cheese? (Hell nah)
CHORUS
Cause he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
He been dancing with the devil, then started to slip
Oh he itching to snitch, oh yeah he itching to snitch
Cooperate in every way, and get up out this bitch
He snitch in the morning, oh yeah he snitch in the eve
Snitching on absentee folks who stay squeaky clean
Disrespecting the game, when you speak a man's name
That ain't square business, 'cause only bitches, that comfortable being snitches
VERSE 2
They froze his accounts and killed his businesses
They quick to bring the wife and kids up up into this
He folded like a lawn chair, now he's breathing freedom's air
Either way he knew he'd disappear...
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Vibe
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Energetic, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Pumped Up, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Vibe
VIBE (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
B***h don't kill my vibe
B***h don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
_________________________________
VIBE (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
Coming atcha with some attitude
Spread the word cause yeah I'm coming through
I got the vibe cause honey issa mood
Like all the time yeah babe you know I do
Like knowing all the lyrics of the song
I feel like could do this all night long
It got me going going on and on
Yeah and I'm feeling like I'm 10 feet tall
So let me hear ya
PRE-CHORUS
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
Yeah uh huh (uh)
Yeah uh huh (yeah)
(2X)
(Don't kill my vibe)
CHORUS
Issa look
I'm looking fly
I'm feeling good
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
Vibing
Vibing
Vibing
Don't kill my vibe
(X2)
VERSE 2
Do what I want and do it every day
I got some tricks call me Cirque du Soleil
Cause I'm that chick I always get my way
Don't hate the player baby hate the game
I flip the switch and turn em off and on
You're either on the hunt or on the run
Let's get it going just like donkey Kong
So baby can I get a yeah uh huh
Let me hear you
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Bitch don't kill my vibe
Bitch don't kill my vibe
CHORUS
Million
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bling, Car, Cash, City, Club, Desire, Determined, Dirty South, Drive, Druggy, Drugs, Flaunting, Hustle, Hypnotic, Limo, Money, Party, Rich, Southern, Streets, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy, VIP, Wealth, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
65
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Million
Keep my day ones with me
Cup dirty keep it filthy
Shawty text me can she get it
But I've been way to busy
Fell in love with the 50s
Put the Hundreds in the ceiling
I swear to god I got that feeling
I just trying to get a Million (8x)
I'm just trying to get a a million
N*ggas tripping off of b*tches
they just trying to chase a dime
I'm just trying to chase a million
I'm just trying to catch a break
While n*ggas out here catching feelings
This for the n*ggas getting money thousandnaires trying to reach the first million
Swear to god I'm out my mind dressing looking like a n*gga made a million
Damn I love me some Rihanna I bet she f*ck me for a million
Million dollars all in ones I bet it stack up to the ceiling
My palms itching I can feel it
I swear to god I got that feeling
Verse 2
I'm just trying to get a million
New money not a day old
N*ggas shopping on Rodeo
Call that balling Oj Mayo
I'm just trying to get rich
In this b*txh to get rich
For them dead white boys overtime on that grave yard shift
N*ggas grew up having nothing
Why the f*ck you think we hustle
LA girls say I'm something, accent southern shhhhh but they love it
The whole city riding with me
Bombay is in my kidneys
My N*ggas smoking like some hippies
If it's about that money come and get me
Kung Fu
Artist(s): Mike Sarge
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Michael A Manning (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Accomplishment, Adrenaline, Aggressive, Asian Influence, Chill, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determination, Driven, Energetic, Fight Back, Fighting, Fighting Enemies, Honor, Hyped Up, Independent, Inspiring, Laid Back, Martial Arts, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Pressure, Pumped Up, Success, Swagger, Triumphant, Victorious, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Bells, Drums, Flute, Koto, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
148
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kung Fu
KUNG FU
INTRO
Oh yeah, hi-yah!
Uh, yeah
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Ha!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 1
Yeah, uh
I'm built for this moment, ain't feeling no pressure
Just like a diamond, bringing the tension
I only get better
Then I stand tall in that in the storm
Wit that goose neck in my form
Was called the chosen since I was born
Got the footwork, I'm the Karate kid
No matter the challenge, ain't scared, imma go body it
Taken down all my foes, check the dragon kick
List of my battles know that I've won, list is immaculate
Look for the fake, and it ain't round me
All that hate, but it ain't round me
Talk that trash, but it ain't about me
If you got beef, then it ain't ground meat
They wanna quit, they tappin out
Now they know what we all about
Blasting off like NASA
They punch, we block much faster
CHORUS
Man I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
I'm comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu (Hi-yah!)
Breaking down my Enemies
You can't drain my energy
Comin' with that Ku Fung, Kung Fu
They want me to fall
but that won't be the end of me
VERSE 2
Look Energy, Energy, push it up, move around
See a wall, made of bricks, Go ahead, and break it down
Gotta stay focused, even when it's hard
Get a little bit of buzz, infinity and beyond
They wonder how we move like that
How we set the mood like that
Cuz the groove gon smack
But across the map
They look confused by the way I rap
So take a pause for a minute
Don't need a crowd, we independent
Ain't taking no L's, always winning
Family Proud, like I'm Penny
we counter quick with blows that are super damaging
Mulan flow, the way we do it for our family
Bringing honor to land is what we gon do
Come in wit that disrespect and we gon hit you
We gon hit you wit that KUNG FU
Dope Boy Balling
Artist(s): Square Biz
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Writer(s):
Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 50% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ballin', Boss, Braggadocious, Brash, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Hood, Hustler, Hustlin', Irreverent, Money, Power, Rich, Street, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Throwback Feel, Thug
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Electric Piano, Organ, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
86
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dope Boy Balling
DOPE BOY BALLING (CLEAN)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'f*cka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
N*ggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy n***a you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
______________________________________
DOPE BOY BALLING (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
I'm a dope boy...I'm a dope boy
VERSE 1
When it's all said and done, I'm out shining all the rest
Been chasing me for years, now they running out of breath
Could be broke den a m'fucka, still be fresh to def
You couldn't pay the fee it costs to stand on my steps
They know I'm in the game, life in the fast lane
Everything on me head to toe definitely brand name
Walking slow so they can see me, draped in all these VV-SS's
Niggas start sweating, counting my blessings
CHORUS 1
I'm a dope boy balling, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy balling, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
Dripping sauce spicy, oh I'm so nice see
So cold we frozen out the fountain oh I-CEE
Used to set the pace now you steady slow crawling
Scoot over make way for this dope boy balling
VERSE 2
You couldn't bust a grape in a food fight
More useless than flashlight shining in the daylight
Staying on top ain't easy had lots of opposition
Hate to break it to ya playa--you ain't my competition
Looking at me like I'm something off of TV
Frustrated in the mirror wishing you could be me
Want my lady, my car, the watch off my off my wrist
Honestly the way I live is beyond what you could wish
CHORUS 2
I'm a dope boy ballin, can't relate to me
I'm the kinda grimy nigga you ain't ever gone be
Dope boy ballin, driving haters insane
Swagged out flavor changed the taste of the game
BRIDGE
Hit club plenty deep--we all in
Jewelry dripping so hot-it's scalding
Too much money in my pockets--I'm falling
We got cars like the stars--we balling
CHORUS 1
Deliver ASAP
Artist(s): Brit Fox & Luke Aymon
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Writer(s):
Brittany Michelle Stephenson (ASCAP) 50% / Lukas Eamon Selig (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Bad Bitch, Ballin', Bold, Boss, Braggadocious, City, Cocky, Confident, Dance Club, Driving In Car, Energy, Fast Cars, Fast Living, Flaunting, Hood, Hurry, Hustle, Hustlin', Impatient, Irreverent, Late Night, Night Life, Power, Rush, Streets, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Triumphant, Winner
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Organ, Rhodes Electric Piano, Wood Block, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Deliver ASAP
DELIVER ASAP
INTRO
Got got got
What you need
CHORUS
Got what you need got a guarantee
Bet I deliver ASAP (4X)
VERSE 1
Shot up to the top oh whoa
I could be an engine nitro on go
Watch me accelerate never me never late
Ahead of the game even if my foot on the break
Just wait let it sink my friend
Need your energy to match the tempo and the bpm (wait)
Just wait let it sink my friend
Need your energy to match the tempo and the bpm (wait)
Cuz I sting like a bee stay fly so I float
Like butta with the wings one time knock out goat
From sea to sea they see me never quit gotta get to the moment
PRE-CHORUS
We gon get it, we gon get it til the sun comes (6X)
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
Under the spell of my own ether
ride pass the gaslight push through the meter
I got no limit you shouldn't either
Make you understand me like a lesson plan
I'm the deepest in the land so underground I swim in aquarium
Get it get it get it get it how you live it livid vivid vision be on vivid
No limit to my possibilities I go 'n get it ain't no quit in me
Been a winner since day one
prodigy don't chase em just replace em ASAP
PRE-CHORUS:
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
(ASAP)
Get your countdown on
(ASAP)
Get your 321
(Go, go, go!)
(ASAP, ASAP, ASAP)
Get your countdown on
Get your 321
CHORUS
Go Like Whoa
Artist(s): Kali J
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Writer(s):
Kali Janette Arnott (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Attitude, Bad Bitch, Boss, Bounce, Bravado, Brazen, Confidence, Confident, Edgy, Flossing, Flossy, Gangsta, Hood, Lean, Power, Raw, Shake, Streets, Style, Success, Swagga, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Chimes, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
81
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Go Like Whoa
GO LIKE WHOA (CLEAN)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say f**k the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them b*****s never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
____________________
GO LIKE WHOA (EXPLICIT)
VERSE 1
If you're tryna cross me I'd forget it I'd forget about it
Better learn your place before I go and throw a fit about it
Cause I got the money with me yeah I never leave without it
We are not the same, but babe there's never been a doubt about it
Cause I am the real one and I keep it keep it so one hundred
Yeah my touch is gold I'm in control and so I keep em coming
Got em in the palm of my hand cause I can you know they love it
Just in case you don't understand it's my world I keep it running
CHORUS
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
VERSE 2
I am at the top and you're not and it's cause I do it different
Yeah you're busy trying to fit with them I say fuck the system
You will never be anything and that's more than my opinion
Yeah I tried to tell you before but them bitches never listen
Feminine adrenaline yeah I'm practically robotic
Gunning for the dream like a queen and I'm going super sonic
Everybody loving my style and so they try to cop it
But you'll never do it like me and that's me just being honest
CHORUS 2
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like whoa
(3X)
Yeah I got the yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
And I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Yeah I got the uh
Whoa Whoa Whoa
BRIDGE
I'd forget about it
I throw a fit about it
I never leave without it
There's never been a doubt about it
I keep it so one hundred
And so I keep em coming
Yeah you know they love it
It's my world I keep it running
CHORUS 3 (2X)
Yeah I got the uh
That they love me for
There's no stopping me
I'm in the zone and I go like
Whoa whoa whoa
TAG (8x)
Whoa whoa whoa
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)
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