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Whole!
We want the whole!
Whole,whole,whole!
We want the whole
Uh whole, whole, whole
(Chorus)
We want the whole thing, whole thing
We want, we want, we want the whole thing, whole thing x3
Verse 1:
Tell me do you know
Trying not to break down when your bank account says you broke
Waking up to dream killers with a bunch of niggas at the store
Surrounded by niggas who live up to fill up their livers
It’s easy to give up
I’m bout to be lit up, I’m bout to be lit up
Fuelled up, fuelled up, fuelled up, riding with the tank low
Ain’t nobody, nobody, nobody, I could bank on but the bankroll
Tell my nigga keep the dank rolled
Need me mine like its Anglo
Love me angels
That would do it for the bands tho
You could do it on my man pole, better handle
The good feller
Henry hill, sell my story to the booksellers
Off season with the pockets, watch the shit swell up
Tell your hook up I’m the hook up for the wholesalers
Need my whole set up, nigga rep rep
Kill the scene while they busy making death threats
See the team too strong we don’t need to flex
They ain't never been a broad I needa impress, I find her yet
Or maybe I’m just over it
Too busy sobering
Drinking henny got me 2 stepping
Drink it straight mixed with no beverage
Same old G on some new habits
Might just DM Angie Miss Lavish
Might just tell her that I like em all and your flaws happens to be my preference
(Chorus)
I don’t need no niggas no, no, no
Niggas who got tell me whose who, bitches who got tell me whose new ,No,no, no,no
Oh its getting heated on this cold stove
We could do the feature, its gon cost tho
I’m not Pun or Biggie, I’m colossal
Oh, where my bitches at? where my bitches at?
I need all you back x3
Scrolling down my phone x3
Searching for ya’ll, you know I’m a dog
And I got them on the pedigree
The boy finna blow, TNT
Presidential status on that ANC
Dog I need me carrots that they ain’t see
Oh no, oh no
Need me something flashy for these photos
Love my women classy speaking Porto
Drink my henny dashless on the rocks tho
My road to riches is a one way
She still had me driving out to Fourways
Straight out the 1-6 for foreplay
And I know that small talks your forte
Okay, I’m on the road
Digging for some diamonds in the city of the gold
Hardly on the greens but I’m always on the go
Hardly ever seen with some niggas I don’t know
(Chorus)
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m claiming what’s mine
I don’t need handshakes for credit
I don’t chase pussy forget it
I don’t do drama, thats petty
Tell the radio, I’m ready
I can’t do little like Eddy
I ain’t sign up for comedy
No time for jokes with the pennies
Committed to vows, confetti
I don’t announce progression to lessen jealousy and envy
People get edgy
Like it was your fault they weren’t sketching
Like you ain’t do no time to practice perfection
Like you ain’t considered to quit all this rapping
Reppin, reppin
Kempton, Kempton
1618 32, section section
Nigga whoop, nigga whoop
Aston, Aston, need a coupe, need a coupe
Doors to success I could do
Savio told me not to vent
When I have some weight on my chest
Its nothing I cannot bench
I do the job, they retrenched
Need me some ends that won’t end
Beemers to help me beat bends
French kiss my that’s french
I hope you all comprehend
Receive the message thats sent
I am the capo they turn to the head of the kin
And I’m kosher, la cosa nostra with the culture
Too much drive to be chauffeured
I need this thing till its over x2
I need the whole, thing
We need the whole, thing
And its not a discussion
Vanity breeds where I’m from
So owning a Mustang is a must thing
Godfather Don Corleone
Going off to see us one x2
They say
I sound like so and so
When you at a level that’s rare its only fare for the to compare
You, to so and so
The plan is all written, I don’t forget and I’m not so forgiving
Or giving a fuck
My efforts are essences of luck
Nun of this shit will be luck
I need my set to be up, less niggas setting me up
More bitches calling me up
So hustle hustle
Fuck what society thinks, man just do your thing and burst up their thinking bubble
Oh, I’d rather struggle to get it then get it and struggle
No
Word to my cousins
Makaveli niggas thuggin
We ain’t out until we all in
Guluvas anthem watch us all spin
The whole, thing
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3. |
Pablo (Prod. by Lowkey)
05:05
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(Chorus)
Man I must be Pablo
Lamborghini dreaming diablo
Loco when I'm skeeming my vatos
My owens and my Naijas from Lagos
Pablo (x2)
Verse 1:
Damn, this for the fam
Picture me rolling, rolling on the grams
Blam it on grams, R.I.P Yams
My Naijas and Congolese know it's je t'aime
Ye je t'aime, a lot of respect
Heard they tryna ball on us, well watch us intercept
I'm cooking up a storm, raining days on your chef
Their terms and conditions I cannot accept
Decline your contract
We ain't taking L's only M's with a $
Brown tingz and brown drinks, only sip cognac
Worked on herself and she from the projects
My future wifey that's the one I project
Hear my project
From rokit sixes, get me digits come in sixes
10s in christenes, true religion
Intuition, promised vision, promising living like...
"Seniores
Yo soy Pablo Emilio Escobar Gaviria, mis ojos estan en todos lados asi ustedes no pueden hacer ni una puta sola mierda en el departamento de Antioquia sin que"
(Chorus) x2
Verse 2:
Ai ya check them tingz when we ride by
Hide di ganja when di babylon come by
If they find di jar then its boom bye bye
Rockas ragga ja nuh see it Rastafi
Keep em bad ass like I'm Joey
Headed for the ball cut like I'm Zoey
Swoosh, ballin
23 jumpman like I'm Jordan
And I'm VVIP that's very, very important
Damn, you know my gang
Them girls like em D from the G thats the thang
Smelling like success, cologne and some dank
Sweet as taboo at Taboo, my boo thang
Man, I need that cash money like I'm Baby
Ocean blue 600 hundred Benz wavy
Keep it one hundred with the hundreds 90s baby
Man, I need that Ghost going ghost, Patrick Swayze
Woodgrain dashboard seats all suede B
All that I ask for, that type of shit persuades me
Oh lord save for whenever that day be
Still throw the E for their side wherever they b
(Chorus) x2
Verse 3:
I'll be good, good, good
With a bad, bad, bad
I'ma trap, trap, trap
Till they rap, rap, rap
I'm going live I might put this on Silkour
I need me juelz like I got the swastika
Zi'girls zi'right , swear these girls getting thicker
Fuck pick up lines, they out dated my nigga
She rather be with an older nigga, who can pick her up
Take her out on trips, making sure she taking pics
For instragram and shit, maybe it helps a bit
Get her social media up, uh
What you think I'm in it for?
The show money gotta start from four zeros or
Settle for rappers who feel exposure pays more
I feel better when all my shit is paid off, paid off
(Outro)
I need a lot of shit
I need certainty none of that lotto shit
No sharing bills on the bottle shit
I need ownership straight from the dealership
No, spending mama shit
No papa budget driving borrowed whips
I need online budget have my shit all shipped
Got these bitches thuggin all foreign shit
Oh Pablito adios amigo man I'm bout to be a Dios
As long its up to me hoe
Pablo...... Pablo...... Pablo
(Chorus)
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5. |
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(Intro)
Yeah, Christene's Interlude
Haha, yeah
(Bridge)
I be on my way, high, driving to the north side
In my Opel white Kaddet,ride, straight from the east side
Where the niggies smoking jets,right, Kempton airport sides
Where the skinny niggas ride E30s and Golf 1ns, are Glorified
Here's the story right (Crusin)
(Verse)
To my uptown girl
Who's down for a nigga from a down town world
Who makes this place feel like it's a small world
Girl it's a small world, so I'm here getting faded (Faded)
Off this ghost face killer
It's making me enjoy how these conversations build up
I see myself in you like I'm looking in the mirror
I'ma make that pussy buzz, girl I'm there to deliver
(Chorous)
Get ready, no make up tonight
My over sized T-shirt on your body for the night
High socks on with your hair tied x2
(Verse)
If I make there soon enough, tell me will you bend down for a nigga?
If I hit right and good enough, will you go down on a nigga?
You've always been my uptown girl, that's always been down for a nigga
I know you got a new man, but I know you're still down for a nigga
Are you down for a nigga?
Uptown girl, yeah, uptown girl x2
(Bridge)
I be on my way, high, driving to the north side
In my Opel white Kaddet,ride, straight from the east side
Where the niggies smoking jets,right, Kempton airport sides
Where the skinny niggas ride E30s and Golf 1ns, are Glorified
Here's the story right (Crusin)
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8. |
Re-Up
02:51
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[Gucci Mane Skit]
Interviewer : Is it, is it hard to be fresh if you don't have money? or can you still pull it off?
Gucci Mane : See when I had no money I still had sauce, see if you ain't got no sauce, then... you los'
But you could also get loss' in the sauce
Interviewer :How you get lost in the sauce?
Gucci Mane : Man a bitch, man a bitch gon get loss' in the sauce mang, you know what I'm sayin' ?
I'm sprinkling sauce dropping sauce as we speak mang
You na'mean?
Overdose on sauce
No meat juss sauce
Interviewer: When you're born can you be born with sauce? or do you acquire sauce?
Gucci Mane:
Noooo! you can't born with sauce
How you gon be born with cesar, you gotta get cesar
I wasn't born without the sauce, I done acquired the sauce
Skrr skrrr
Yeah
[Hook]
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce (x2)
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce
Sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce, check my sauce
Sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce, check my sauce
Sauce, sauce, sauce
Lost up in my sauce
Check my sauce, check my sauce
Lady check my sauce
[Verse: Frank Casino]
All we want is a money, on some maleven shit
Here on some business shit, swear Lord I've been the shit
I start it then finish it, 360 spinning shit
Own it don't loan shit, fuck all the rental shit
On some construction shit, out here just fixing shit
World records guinness shit, hot new hip hop and shit
Up for like 6 to 6, need me 6 zero shit, after like the first 3 zeros shit/ I'm 23 Jordan shit/ vintage whip, modern bitch/
High end couture and shit, straight out the border shit/
Ski mask, see what's in store and shit/
My half is here to take all this shit/
The whole thang, ain't here for negotiations/
The whole thang, no need for initiations/
MOB bet they know the abbreviations/
KMP sending yo' hoes the location
[Bridge]
Every time I represent, I go 110 percent
110 for my motherfucking presidents, dead presidents
And I put it on my presidents, my presidents
Check my sauce
[Hook]
[Verse: Priddy Ugly]
Scared I will never be, instead I'm a battle fiend/
I'm prepared I'ma panel beat, mama said/
My mama said you'll be the man you see/
My threads mwah, magnifique/
The stares say Im hella see, I need bread I need hella cheese/
My friends they need hella weed, meds for their allergies/
Fuck the feeds on my camp, niggas baggin' trees /
We leave you dead, niggas scared nigga halloween/
They put the spotlight on you, you couldn't shadow me/
Now who the fuck you thought you boxing? Show me those/
Put you guard up till I'm in the coffin, holy ghost/
When I die I'm coming back a goblin, to haunt you hoes/
And besides, losing is not an option homie no/
Lord the struggle is trying to keep me hostage, hold me close/
I'm trying to fly yes trying to keep me ostrich, show me more/
I need profits, Lord I need profits, show me O's/
I'm cool with one girl but two of my homies need four these hoes/
Check my sauce
[Hook]
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11. |
Henny
03:02
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Ye
This is that "its about 4am in the morning"
Its not even about "4am in the morning" it is 4am in the morning.... and we gone, ye
(Chorus)
Gone off the Henny, gone off the henny
Lately I've been going off the henny, going off the henny
Throwin out the E for my side, E for my side
Throwing out the E when we ride, E when we ride
Verse:
Ye, I've been sippin
Convoy got my niggas tippin
2 stepping but we ain't slippin
Girls work it for a nigga uh, damn I'm pimpin
So mean with it
They won't cut it, man I'm too fitted
And my niggas ice grilling mouth too chilly
Going Yaya with the tooth filling, head spinning
Off the henny in my cup lit as fuck with the seat low
Themed out, G shit, thats the sequel
Blowin out swishers like its legal
Ye, nd I'm smooth with it
Its not about what you do, its what you do with it
Bodman upon di ting, me I'm rude with it
Frank Cino murder ink, Ja I rule with it
Ye da crew winning
With dem gyals pon di basement
Alla dem know dem boy a killer, he a waste man
Gone off the Henny, gone off the henny x2
(Chorus)
Gone off the Henny, gone off the henny
Lately I've been going off the henny, going off the henny
Throwin out the E for my side, E for my side
Throwing out the E when we ride, E when we ride
(Bridge)
Henny
Lately I've been going off the henny, henny
Gone off the henny, henny
Gone off the henny, henny
Henny
(Beat Switch)
O11 mixing lean with the sodium
Slowly making way to the podium
Watch for the kid Nickelodeon
Ridin with Simone nd she od'in
In a droptop matchbox, ye the old bm
And we going off the henny, henny
Ye we going off the henny, henny
Going off the henny
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12. |
Hittas
04:14
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(Chorus)
Rolling, rolling
Like the whip is stolen, stolen
Like to see us rolling, rolling
Like the whip is stolen, stolen
Me and my, Hittas, hittas x4
Verse:
I be on some East shit, we be on some G’ shit
Henney is all we sip
Leaning like the seat sits, leaning like the seat sits
I know that you peep’d it
No its not a secret but we plan to keep this
Vision till you see this
Riding till its pink slip, riding till its pink slip
Only tripping when it’s road trips
(Chorus)
Verse:
See this is that, I don’t give a fuck who you are song
See lately I’ve been selfish, I can’t help it
I just want to see us on the screens
Even though you don’t think its that important, Ima do it
For those who’ve been supporting since grade 7
Back when I recorded my first song with Dellz and Savio, I swear that shit was heaven
By far the greatest session, I’ve had in studio who would know this same session
Would be a blessing and turn me into the guy you know
I got love for you niggas dog, now you know who to call if you ever need some bail
It won’t be me dog, cos dog, we’ll be together in jail
In those orange jerseys, won’t happen, Jewish attorneys
La familia, built from ground up Bob the builder
I picture a better life, no filter
Inspired by the fact we felt ourselves before the world could feel us
Talented musicians thinking like drug dealers
Cos the coolest guys in the hood are top spinners
Who don’t wait to be told that they winners
Go getters never do it good, they do it better
In this world only a legacy can live forever, I gotta live forever
A dream I will endeavour, for as long as I’m here
We not perfect we should try be
That’s what my moms tells me all the time, Thanks mom that’s what I needed to hear
(Chorus)
Outro
Me and my hittas, hittas
All my hittas
You know I, gotta do it till we touch the sky, high
Yeah, yeah and we out
Like yeah, yeah, till we out
Like yeah, yeah, lalalala
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14. |
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Verse: 1
Too much opulence in my confidence
Look at all the deals that they offer him, all for him
To show up in his new Balenciaga
New phase, the new saga, the star, the panty dropper
The car, the ghost pop up, out of nowhere
As spooky as it is, man there’s no fear, oh fear, oh yeah
La vida loca is what we oath here, so rare, oh we’re
Moguls in the making, making moguls, go too’s
Protools, protocol, pros and cons
Consequences of being way too, way too on, way too on, way too gone
Going like I’m never stopping
Here’s something you won’t like man I’m never stopping
Always shopping, for new desires but never buy into what they talking
No music vents just twitter rants, they always talking, keep stalking
My profile on the low, while I’m working on getting my tires on the low pro
All the people around me are inspiring
Can’t burn me out, man I’m tiring
Frank is tailored made as the attire on him
And I know the envy weighs as much as they admire him
CEO flow on the job, can’t fire him
If I were you too I’d also wish I were him ,yeah, yeah
Here’s another masterpiece, to my art museum
I guess this the record for those who’ve been fuelling him
Fooling him, is a no, no, you should all know
Auto motor when I manoeuvre, ooh I, Knew I
Was a special case, when I was born during a comma
Been through thick and thin, now we trying to tone up
Our days at the Daytona, politicians, business owners, whenever we pick the phone up
Ring, ring, does it ring a bell?
Something from me, something from myself to you
Verse: 2
They wish you well until you’re well on your wishes
We burning up swishers, while they burning up bridges
The vision is just too vivid, for us to be ass kissing, no, no
The train is moving, oh no, you just missed it, like ah, there it goes
You just missed your exit, Frank is too expert to be desperate
Best threads, legs spread, bedspreads, so wet, so wet, moët, moët, ah yeah, ah yeah,ah yeah all year
And we taking all your women, silky as Montana with the linen
Protagonist got her tagging with the villain, what a feeling
Feeling like a million dollar home, with high ceilings, yeah
For every prices there’s a sacrifice
I done sold my car to be a star, story of my life
Ironic right? How this killed beat simply give me life
How I tell my visions from your living room televise
Look mama I’m on TV
Just before the riches, that’s my song, that’s the DG
Frank, when you dropping a EP?
The sound is international, is he really where we be?
GP blue number plate, the city where gold be
Got your bae camping like its Clifton at coast beach
We don’t pay for numbers like these labels for post reach
The character in me is calculated like post tweets
OG, OG, kush up, kush up, kush up
On the la la, I need your V for entertainment Lala
Bad ting, bad ting, bad ting, you me reggae
Young, heartless and famous
What a life that I’m chasing
I cannot live basic
Something from me and I embrace it
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[Verse1]
Let all my real niggas know
That ima be that famous rapper that you gon know
And if you don't know, you probably won't know
That I've been about it tho, that I've been about the dough
Fuck your where and abouts
I've been in it for a minute man I'm talking bout' the droughts
I'm pass being scout, we gon hustle till we out
Till we fade away the pain, getting faded everyday just to fade away the pain
Bring fame to my name no shame
Ah, and I hope I never pop shit. If she got a booty Ima tell her please pop it
Take your time baby, please don't stop it
Take your time baby, please don't stop it
Ah and I got the realest clique. All real niggas man we all getting rich
We gon run it in a few so we all getting fit
We don't like bitch niggas we don't feel your fits
[Chorus]
Rose gold Rollies tho x2
OHH tell em light some more
Till the city glow x2
OHH Rose gold Rollies tho
[Verse 2]
Lost some homies so
We were meant to blow but I guess you'll never know
Life goes on its a process
I guess things change when a young nigga progress
All or nothing always been that no less, OH Yes
We coming for the top now
Summer or the winter winners ride with the top down
Ah and we headed for the top boy
Talking big engines just to blow the top boy
E30 type of nigga especially with no top boy
Screw a conversation, man I'm through with the talk boy
Ah and I've been riding round the city
Couple bad bitches with my real niggas with me
All white bitches and they ballin, All Britney's
And we gon drink it hard so hard to the kidneys
[Chorus]
Bridge
Better pour me some screw, bring out the 32s
1632, Kempton Park pull through x2
RIP to my grand mama
Rest in peace to the rest tho
Rose gold Rollies tho
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Verse: 1
I got mixtape bars niggas
I don’t miss takes when it comes to these bars niggas
So full of bars I should probably charge niggas
I’ll be on this boss shit till the day I’m in charge, nigga
And with these bars, I’ll probably have all I need for bail
And every story that I tell is not a fairytale
I’m selling soul music but the soul is not for sale
I’m the centre of my city, cruising down Allendale
Thinking to myself, rich is not enough
I could with wealth, not even sure if that's enough
I don’t ever fail, I prevail and I’m passing up
Everything that's mine, man it's yours, it belongs to us, yeah
Mi La Familia, making sure we brings the deals up
Envelopes with the gwala so full, that bitch don’t seal up
Banana coupé tops, that roof gotta peel up
Making sure that I boost when I move, Yeezy Adidas
Franky they need us
They really do… yeah
Verse: 2
Searching for myself in this music shit
I need original material out, dog I’m too legit
Gotta have that capital on lock, that option won’t shift
And I made a promise to myself that we’ll all be rich
Yeah, we got goals and the aim is to exceed the scores
99 problems, 48 Powers Of law
Help manoeuvre through the sewer, shit I can’t ignore
My checklist says I need a cheque to be listed on Forbes
Big money shit, BMF’ing Money Mitch
PMS’ing rappers they behaving on some funny shit
Bitches acting saucy cos at times I ain’t finna dip
Tell them they can have them wet me if they ever see me slip
But, the weight on my shoulders really broadens my shoulders
Tell them hop on board, I sail the ship up like I’m Noah
Too wavy I switch these flows up, re-up you see the glow up
Sickening when I throw up, the E, my side, my coast up
Yeah...
Verse: 3
Fuck a co-sign but if you talking cheques then it's you that I co-sign
I always gotta get mine
If they say the favour’s free, they do it just to buy time
Till they really need you for whatever at the right time
Don’t conform to the industry standards
Always remember the industry is standard
I don’t take it if its free handed
I’m painting pictures like its free handed
I’ve been hot, black nigga tanning
Tracing my paper through these machines like a nigga scanning
See it hacks them you would swear I’m doing the scamming
This is called preparation and planning
This is being one piece with yourself when abandoned
Vision panning, a lot wider and we stretching the perspective
Dapper Don, move silent, enter by the exit
Never borrow nothing, always show up least expected
Gotta own your throne fuck a loan they expected, nigga
Taking all nigga, yeah...
Gold city boy bout to fuck your plans up
The one who does supply even though the demands up
Got em in a stick-up, all I see is their hands up
La Cosa Nostra money, motherfucker
RICH IS GANGSTAR
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