Late 808

I only roll with originators

(You started with a mere hello)
When the time’s right (Yeah)
When the time’s right, baby
When the time’s right (A boy is a gun)
(Look)
No, don’t shoot me down

You know I got the sauce (saucy)
You know I’m saucy

Realistically expect my gross is twenty times your checks
Triple that diamond around your neck, besides I hate cars
You feel the turbulence, fasten seatbelts, close your vents
Rugged horsepower, M-20-F, executive manifestin you a lesson
False representation’ll leave y’all sweatin in the train station

They say boys don’t cry
But your dad has shed a lot of tears
They say I should be a strong man
But baby, I’m still filled with fear

I remember when I first told my father who I was dealin’ with
I’m like, I told him I was dealin’ with Benny
He was like, “Benny from Montana?”
He was like, “Be careful with him”
He was like, “That boy crazy, that’s the H block”

What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Yeah, we could be superstars
We been rather wreckin’ cars (Ayy bro, is that Jambo?)
What is at stake for us?
Kickin’ off power mirrors
Yeah, we could be superstars
But I’m pretty sure our time is up
And so we fell off the spinning tops
Don’t know, maybe for trial
But way more error (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies
(Tell me lies, tell me, tell me lies)
Oh, no, no, you can’t disguise
(You can’t disguise, no, you can’t disguise)
Tell me lies
Tell me sweet little lies

Well I’ve been out walking
I don’t do that much talking these days
These days
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to

Jukebox on a blacktop
That’s that West Coast love
After school, hookin’ up in your drop top
West Coast love
Shootin’ fireworks in the sky
Oh, how the time goes by
Boy, how you never left my mind
That’s that West Coast love

West Coast love
Never left my mind
West Coast love
Never left my mind

See, I’ve got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic and I’ll be rockin’ the whole park

First of all, I wanna thank my connect
The most important person, with all due respect
Thanks to the duffle bag, the brown paper bag
The Nike shoe box for holding all this cash (Okay!)
Boys in blue who put greed before the badge (Okay!)
The first pusher who ever made the stash (Okay!)
The Roc Boys in the building tonight (Hey!)
Oh, what a feeling, I’m feeling life (Hey!)
Thanks to the lames, n….. with bad aim
Thanks to a little change, I tore you out the game
Bullet wounds will stop your buffoonery
Thanks to the pastor, rapping at your eulogy
To Lil’ Kim and them, you know the women-friend who
Carry the work cross state for a gentlemen
Yeah, thanks to all the hustlers
And most importantly you: the customer

I can’t stop and look the other way
‘Cause I know what could be, babe
And you never feel the same
You’d be thinkin’ ’bout it every day
Don’t believe in fairytales
But we got our fantasies

What’s news to you, it ain’t news to me
What’s news to you
What’s news to you, it ain’t news to me
And what’s blue to you, it ain’t blue to me
It ain’t blue to me, it ain’t new to me (Oh)

She said she feel it now, I don’t even feel at all

They won’t take me out my element
Nah, take me out my element

Tonight might be the night
You might mess around and fall in love
And then I might be the guy
That’ll make you want to fall in love again
Girl, what’s your name? Happy that you came
I’m the man in this, stick with me, you can’t lose
Looking everywhere around the world, don’t you know, girl that
I’ll be looking for you

It’s a human sign
When things go wrong
When the scent of her lingers
And temptation’s strong

Cold, cold heart
Hardened by you (oh)
Some things lookin’ better, baby
Just passin’ through (no, no, no, no, no)

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
And this is what I should have said
Well I thought it, but I kept it hid

These b…… love Sosa, O End or no end
F….. with them O boys, you gon’ get f….. over
‘Raris and Rovers, these h… love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra, now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa, you boys ain’t making no noise
Y’all know I’m a grown boy, your clique full of broke boys
God, y’all some broke boys, God, y’all some broke boys
We GBE dope boys, we got lots of dough, boy

It’s time to move righteous, I’m movin’ precisely
I looked at my schedule, no time for no wifey

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you
Everything’s adding up, you’ve been through hell and back
That’s why you’re bad as f… and you know you are

Summertime, city life, Chi-Town, my town, my town
After-school matters, like I’m needing that stipend right now
Kennicott parking lot, got caught with the blunt, like, wow-wow

Run, run, run
Mama say come home
Before the streetlights do
Ice cream on my front porch
In my new FUBU and my A1s, too
Watching my happy block
My whole neighborhood hit the Diddy bop

Babe, don’t make a sound
2:00 a.m. love gotta keep it down (keep it down)
Don’t wait around for a signal now
Gimme some verbs, I ain’t talking nouns (I’m naughty)
You wanna ride in the 6
You wanna dine in The Six (dine in The Six)
But when I lean for the kiss
You said I’ll probably send you some pics
And I’m likeHell nah, been waiting too long (I’ve been waiting)
Hell nah, I want that crew love (don’t leave, baby)
Hell nah, been waiting too long (I’ve been waiting)
Hell nah, I want that crew love

I been looking at the stars tonight
And I think oh, how I miss that bright sun
I’ll be a dreamer ’til the day I die
But they say oh, how the good die young
But we’re all strange
And maybe we don’t wanna change

Are you doin’ this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?
Which is more important?
Getting or letting go?

T-minus 90 seconds and counting
Sound suppression water system now being armed for release
We have three main engines ready for ignition
Space shuttle now on internal power
Liquid oxygen and liquid hydrogen fill and draining valves are closed
Saw the rocket booster flight data recorders are activated
30 seconds into the flight, Atlanta’s almost two miles in altitude
Almost six miles downrange from the Kennedy Space Center already, traveling 500 miles an hour
One minute thirty seconds into the flight, fifteen miles downrange, traveling almost 2000 miles an hour
Three good auxiliary power units, three good fuel cells, three good main engines
Ten seconds away from summit-rocket booster separation
Nine, eight, seven, six, five—three, two, one, zero

“At 5:49 a.m. EDT (9:49 UTC), the SpaceX Crew Dragon Endeavour spacecraft and Falcon 9 rocket will lift off from NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. Shane Kimbrough and Megan McArthur of NASA, Thomas Pesquet of the European Space Agency, and Akihiko Hoshide of the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency will join the station’s crew, for a mission of approximately six months. This will be the first launch through our Commercial Crew Program to fly two international partner astronauts, and the first reuse of a Crew Dragon spacecraft and Falcon 9 rocket for a crew mission.” -NASA

This is where the helicopters came to take me away
This is where the children used to play

Tell me something babe
Just tell me it was worth it
I know I didn’t deserve it
Didn’t deserve nothing
I needed loving babe
And you gave me a version
It wasn’t always perfect
But now it’s nothing

Riding ’round the city
With some brand new heat
Brand new car
Brand new feet
Brand new seats
Brand new smell
Put out the roach
Light a brand new L

I spent the whole night driving home
Just wishing you would call and tell me
To turn around like I ain’t done
With what I started, babe

Might buy the block, build it up like it’s Tetris

It’s bigger than black and white
It’s a problem with the whole way of life
It can’t change overnight
But we gotta start somewhere
Might as well gon’ ‘head start here
We done had a hell of a year
I’ma make it count while I’m here
God is the only man I fear

Wood grain Nada, yes I’m the Baba
Don’t rock Prada, what’s a stylist
I’d rather make my clothes, merch by the boat load
Banana club popping, yep I’m super biased (true)

Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
But now it’s gone
It doesn’t matter what for
When you build your house
Then call me home