AlunaGeorge Breaks Down "Turn Up The Love" How 'Insecure' Tied A Frank Ocean Reference Into Every Episode Of Season Two Rewind: The Evolution Of Ariana Grande Breaking Down Taylor Swift's "Look What You Made Me Do" Disses To Kanye & Katy Perry Lukas Graham Breaks Down "7 Years" Take all the time that you need dear I don't mind waiting in line I got my reason to stay here You got your reason to fly So what you done for me lately? It's on everyone's mind You shrug your shoulders imperceptibly And look me square in the eye Hi - goodbye Now I know it's not for me to say But this is a mistake And my answer, my answer, it might change Someday I could try my best to rearrange But all I'd feel was fake And my god, who'd want to live that way? That's not me That's not me It took a million man army To build the city we love This is the crime of the century This is your sign from above Enough Now I know it's not for me to say But this is a mistake And my answer, my answer, it might change Someday I could try my best to rearrange But all I'd feel was fake And my god, who'd want to live that way? That's not me

I had to prove that I could make it alone But that's not me I wanted to show how independent I'd grown now But that's not me I could try to be big in the eyes of the world What matters to me is what I could be to just one girl I'm a little bit scared 'Cause I haven't been home in a long time You needed my love And I know that I left at the wrong time My folks when I wrote them Told 'em what I was up, to said that's not me I went through all kinds of changes Took a look at myself and said that's not me I miss my pad and the places I've known And every night as I lay there alone, I will dream I once had a dream So I packed up and split for the city I soon found out that my lonely life wasn't so pretty I'm glad I went now I'm that much more sure that we're ready I once had a dream So I packed up and split for the city I soon found out that my lonely life wasn't so pretty I once had a dream So I packed up and split for the city I soon found out that my lonely life wasn't so pretty

Said she gave you everything She broke her back to be What you need I tried so long to just compete Can't take no more Losin' sight of me I'm lettin' you know this can't go on this one way street I'm walkin' alone This time I'm breakin' free I'm goin' to find me I can't sit and be passive Won't tolerate no more That's it I tried so hard to be What you wanted me to be If it can't be 50/50 Then know that it don't fit me I can't give you all that's in me 'Cause baby that's not me Don't want you to think that I'm selfish I'm just sick of your one track mess of you can't meet me Halfway I think it's time that you be on your way I love you but I can't baby If it's yo mama you want You know just what to do I looked in the mirror Everyday I saw myself Fading away You tryin' to mold be into her I loved you so I put you first but I can't live my life this way I can't sit and be passive Won't tolerate no more That's it I tried so hard to be What you wanted me to be If it can't be 50/50 Then know that it don't fit me I can't give you all that's in me 'Cause baby that's not me I was so lost in love before I couldn't see the light But now I'm strong enough to leave you now So you better treat me right Don't wanna throw it all away So baby Here's your last chance Don't wanna fight with you But I need more of you Give me all Or it's the end I cooked, I cleaned I washed your clothes You were so mean, so ungrateful at night I cried so many times Tell me how could you go diss me When you know one day you'll miss me If it can't be 50/50 Then baby that's not me I can't, I won't, I can't, won't

Only if a nigga knew like It's amazin' what 365 days can do for you This time last year niggas was like Talkin' 'bout cuttin' budgets and shit I dropped the biggest record of my career, yeah Nigga business partner with JAY Z Shout out to Ty Ty, wassup nigga? Emory, what it do? You see 'em Gotta pick 'em wisely Gotta choose 'em carefully Got niggas I know that weren't there for me Got bitches I know that don't care for me Could of went on tour with your favorite rapper and declined Why? I'm tryna break CMG So fuck that, I'm doin' mine They see I'm mad, see they call in the streets, call me back Say they miss the old Gotti, old Jeezy, old Boosie, that was real rap In New York with 3 bangers Did Jimmy Fallon with Meaghan Trainor I guess the sets won't taint him Guess the money can't change him Decisions Homie on probation Took him up to Roc Nation Let him meet Jay, told him be patient Decisions, and lil homie really got it Trying to tell him wait his turn He ain't learn, lil homie caught a body 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em how it's done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Biggest deal of my career I feel the pressure, gotta follow up Same time I can feel the feds Gettin' closer, lockin' niggas up Decisions Closer partners, they in prison Never want to be the biggest I just want to be the realest I pay 6 figures a year for a hitter Knockers, see your goon, he my nigga He got the city divided Bring it together, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it Fuck them lil niggas, I tried it I am the king, your highness You want a problem, well find it I was too busy gettin' too many million Like now the perfect timin' Let them lil niggas in They what they do to bitch I don't be trippin' at all Whatever come with it, I'm with it Lil nigga, I swear I'm good for it all 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done 9 times 9 is 81 I'm an 80's baby born in '81 From a family full of hustlers, youngest son They say get that money, show 'em him how it done How it's done, got it, got it how it's done You would make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done Gotti you make that shit look easy, how it's done 1 million, 2 million, 3 CM9 strictly for the streets I'm tryna get a twin piece First class nigga, I'm a millionaire First class nigga, I'm a millionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire I'm tryna be the first trap billionaire

June, you're a jenius Do what we want entertainment And can't be fucked with incorporated Smack a nigga ass LLC I'm on some cold gangsta shit I might get blocked out the industry (i am) Ain't wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can't do it) Still don't feel my enemies (i am) Ain't squashin' no beef, i'm fryin' it (hibachi) If it 'bout the money, i'm tryin' it (i'm tryin', i am) My price went high, it's thrity, a brick (what 'evs) Water been tight, flyin' in (whoosh) Let's say, "Goodbye" to the ghetto (hello, hello) And, "Welcome" to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch) What's happenin', gates? Mulholland estate I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet) And there go the neighborhood Neighbors been bitching' cause they heard The lamb' in the driveway At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh) It sounds like a plane when I drive away Might put a rolls on a lawn Fuck it ain't got no alarm New Richard Mille on my arm (factory) I'ma king, you a pawn (nigga) I'm a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am) New Ms to the city In detroit more than big sean (facts) I'm on some cold gangsta shit I got a lil' bitch on the westside Couples of hittas from South Memphis And another lil' hitta from eastside I can adapt to the pain I understand the poverty (poor) Why would I let a record label fuck over us When I did the robberies? (never gon' happen) They told me watch what I say in these raps (why) Fore they fuck around, sentence me And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh) Whenever you mention me You not relatable I'm a street nigga and that not debatable Tryna buy loyalty, they not available I got a hundred round dick on this AR Now hold this tableble All my bitches bad, tens Bitch love so what, fuck her Hold up, we hitttin' the benz, yeah Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit 'Long she down, i'm up, bitch Don't ask my name, i'm doggy Get the head twice, dont call me Heard she had fire, i'm stalky Beat her ass down in the office Make her hit the (?) in the benz Lean, weed, drink Bitch one-off, get painted X was a ho, we ain't Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can't Gotta pay me to perc' no shit, I'm famous Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin' Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin' Then put in her hair Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' 380 for the war What they want for the 'Claren I just want the truck, I'm sayin "Skrrt" (no cap) Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (come on) If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (he is) 200 in chains, i'm dancin' Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat) All five cars not rented (none of 'em) None of these bitches can check me (none of 'em) Ask around, "who run the city?" me (Who you know run the city)

Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I can retro my jersey, I been doin' this shit Couple niggas try, couple don't survive Championship rings, one to all the guys You fucked up then she fucked up, why you act surprised? You don't own the pussy, guess you can't accept the fact she lied Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Mama was a ho, I guess that's how a mama raised him Daddy was a pussy nigga so I guess she fucked with suckers All she know was lame ass niggas, look at her brother Gotti, where you been, where you been? I been out the scene countin' millions by the teens I been on vacation chillin', fuckin' bitches friends I been kinda silent, still slidin' gettin' revenge Paper-heavy, paper-heavy Get this money, take shit from nobody how they raise you? Mama made me savage, grandma took my filter early Thirteen out the service, AMG all on my dresser When they hang up my jersey that's a 36 I could hang up my jersey, I sold a thousand bricks They can flame up my jersey, I blew a hundred sticks I'm the streets MVP, it don't get real as this