I only hear my radio-o-o-o Turn the radio up and we can have a good time Got me feelin' like J.J. on Good Times Back when Thelma had that ass, hope the fam good My sister said she like my raps cause they sound good Told me not to cut corners, used to cut quarters Sittin' in the room, on the phone, cookin' up orders 'Til my pops popped me off, that was family matters Used to watch him in the kitchen sippin' Sammy Adams Now I'm rollin', iPhone stolen Mama whip with five of my guys, four holdin' Tryin' to live our lives like our lives so golden Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling 'Til we strike out, we just hopin' we don't strike out 4th quarter, how you gon' go and take Mike out? Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out Ridin' gettin' nice cause it's nice out Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class Sing all you want, just don't Drake on they ass Sure you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck Bizarro, my caro, I borrowed from Chuck A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em Gassed than a bitch no car with him Market him, tell him that he's buzzin' Like a game o' operation with Parkinsons Young kid rappers, kidnappers Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya Will get at you, come get at you Wanna break ya off, come Kit-Kat you Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (Okay) Now the team work make the dream work Go ahead and send an application if you need work If it need hurt, then I'ma bring hurt How you finna see the clouds if you never seen dirt? Now you finna play it loud, listen how it's goin' down Didn't know the name before bet you niggas know it now Chi-City nigga, made a 50 out'a penny Got some titties at the cribby And the Savemoney with me and we going in (Going in) Going all out for them hoes again (hoes again) Now I'm fin to bring the fucking flow and bend it back And show there's more to this than rap Love my parents for supporting cause they know I'm finna crack Know my niggas got my back, got some niggas selling packs But I'm tryin' to get 'em cheese so I can get em out the trap Now my figures getting fat, a lot of hoes be tryin' to jack But I got her on my lap, all she do is make it clap (make it clap) Let's land in the land where the Famo stay (yeah) Grind all day 'til the fam okay (Uh huh) It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away Let's land in the land where the Famo stay Grind all day 'til the fam okay It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray For the fam of my friends when my mans go away (I only hear my my radio) (I look around me, what is there to see?)

Mick Jenkins Verse Aye Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch Uhh Smoke straight from the farm I'm on my grow shit Aye Repasado to sip How much I pour ya She in the Oscar de la renta I might have to de la Hoya Call my lawyer Don't even ask me Nigga I came, fashionably late Her style was conde nasty That Pyrex Wit tight neck I swallowed my breath Hers was more of an architectural digest I digress Wit our chests we'd both get to Speaking our minds All kinda Interior designs Superior grapes from inferior vines Switching time zones these curious times It's loose noodles no furious spoon Fuck the waves if I could bury the moon I mean Shit is getting very cartoon I keep this Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch Uhh Smoke straight the farm I'm on my grow shit No boat made our on waves You hot or cold no lukewarm Can't have nobody folding More coat hangers my way No low hanging fruit here I pal trees to my face Won't speak hate to myface Y'all on some hoe shit Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch Smoke straight the farm I'm on my grow shit Vic Mensa Verse I smoke my own shit man (what's it called) Oh you aint heard Uh huh, this shit from farm to table Had to run it up, I never harmed an ankle And a distribution chain so major I could start a label Sometimes I wish I could take a weekend off but I'm hardly able Louis Vuitton liaisons Pierre Mas out of reach of the DA's arms And Paris fashion week for perceiving you rappers even having seats It's an unwopable waffle, the shit a masterpiece Some fine art's Master P Sidebar cash is king, my large bag of dreams My daddy went Yankee, his son slanging Gasoline A million in the first three months is like two billion streams We blowing up like Israel did to Philistines Gaza strip mobbing through Bethlehem and they rocking Ricks They bent on us for the way they plundered the continent Got the world buying plane tickets off of my Ghana trips I've been walking it my nigga now let me talk my shit Mick Jenkins Verse Bad bitch on my arm and she's no bitch Vic Mensa Verse Uh 93 from the farm, I smoke my own shit

Told me you loved me in October You said I made you want to change But here we are, another summer's over It's all the fucking same This conversation's getting older and older And I'm not sure that it will ever end, but Tell me again it's not you, it's the situation Tell me again it's out of your control You keep me waiting With the worst of you (oh, yeah, yeah) You keep me waiting With the worst of you (ooh) And you call that love You give me nothing but I still can't get enough And I call that love And I call that love You give me nothing but I still can't get enough And I call that love Baby, you know when I call that love You give me nothing but I still can't get enough And I, I, oh, ooh-ooh Dear Ms. Aalegra, Lord I know you're fine I know I'm not always on call, but I'll be on time You heard from your ex-man, I can read your mind I'm trying to get inside that thing that's in between your eyes I need a real woman, that somethin' I had to realize I'm done with the games, we should burn money in paradise In a Vetements jacket and a pair of Docks Make it rain in southern California, that's a paradox Say, I'm always skating, but I keep you here waiting Girl, you know I idolize you like I'm Clay Aiken Girl, you know I fantasize about you laying naked In a villa in Negril, drinking wine as if we Jamaican So call me Liam Neeson, tell them niggas you taken You just so advanced, them other bitches is basic You bad on your own, but we so much better together Just give me the green light, I'm ready when you ready Told me just to wait a little longer (but how much longer, baby?) 'Cause all that gets you through the night Is the thought of us together, oh, baby So you think that when you, you hold her This conversation's getting older and older (gettin' older, baby) And you keep getting harder to defend, babe Tell me again it's not you, it's the situation Tell me again that I should just understand, yeah, uh You keep me waiting, baby With the worst of you You keep me waiting (I've been waiting so long, yeah) With the worst of you And you call that love

Aarhn! M'ahyɛ da na mama mo low gap (now!) Did it on purpose (ahh) Anytime I hear myself rap (hui!) I get a lil' nervous (ahh) Ɔmo disse they want me to hit back (now!) So they can sell records No matter what you do I'm still Sark (woo!) Oouu I'm so reckless Tema boy ah mede rap no akɔ Las Vegas (ha!) Ɛhefa na mode mo nnwom no akɔ duru, come tell us (now!) Chale me I'm always at the top mempɛ last (woo!) Ɛyɛ mesɛ moafɛ ne mе mo nkɔ checki intervals (ha!) Mo twɛn me sɛ mɛ loosе nigga I was born a winner (now!) Mo firi sɛ m'awie, I'm warming up the dinner (yes!) I be going hard like I'm a fucking beginner (ha!) Ɔhemaa forgetti boy no hop in the beamer, let's go Nigga don't kill my vibe (now!) Ɔmo firisɛ pressure bɛma nnipa a coili Nigga we're still outside (woo!) Everybody wanna see a nigga go down But you ain't gonna touch my pride (no!) Nasɛ ɛba no rap ah nobody like me I'll be killing dem till I die (yes!), illest nigga alive Say they wan' stop me, I doubt that (ha!) Take a lil' break then I bounce back (yes!) Ɛba no Ghana rap ah, I am a fuckin' outcast Dawgi ten years, I was only doing sound check (ahh) I put my heart in this and niggas been doing the worst (now!) Omo se m'akyɛ but who be putting in the work (now!) Life's too short, goddamn it Tɛsɛ Drake space ɔde maa Lil Durk, ha! Oooh! Everyday bless that's my vibration ay I can't waste my time with waste men Tom Ford Noir Smell like wealth, she like my fragrance Porsche Cayenne Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations Shake the block! Big chain, big man, big vibration Pop out every day like an occasion 'Cause we made it that's a celebration It's going down, ay Send a bottle of Jamba Sit at yo' table and pass it around, ay This is a hit, I got Sarkodie back on the mound I used to ride on a bus then I got it bussin' just looking at me now (yeah) I feel like the mayor when I'm in Accra, we dey runnin' the town Osu what's happenin', Dzorwulu what's crackin', Nima what's brackin' I might pull up in Burma with all the sticks you'd think I was campin' Me and M.Dot in that M dot 6 we speedin', we mashin' (yeah) I'm getting paid everyday, Daily Paper my fashion International calls to all of my dawgs that's locked on the yard They behind bars living through my bars They just wanna see me shine I'm a star I got brothers wanna see me a dead man, I feel like Mufasa & Scar You look like you ain't be getting no bread man You niggas been counting your carbs I been eating now but I had to starve Money vanished like I saw a mirage I was down bad, dabbled in fraud Selling pounds and cracking 'em cards Polo Beach club we in a VIP Shout out to Smallgod, Joey Lit From Chicago to the Zongo, chaley call me Koforidua Vic Oooh! Everyday bless that's my vibration ay I can't waste my time with waste men Tom Ford Noir Smell like wealth she like my fragrance Porsche Cayenne Pull it up, fill it up with vibrations Shake the block! Big chain, big man, big vibration Pop out every day like an occasion 'Cause we made it that's a celebration