You Stay (feat. Meek Mill, J Balvin, Lil Baby & Jeremih) - DJ Khaled

We The Best Music Twenty-nineteen we ain't taking no shorts unless we going on vacation Big fish Another one Uh DJ Khaled Drop top gone (Drop top gone) Sellin' popcorn (Sellin' popcorn) I went from licks to most wanted to the top of the Forbes Fucked up the trenches (Fucked up the trenches) I weather the storm (Weather that shit) Young living legend, I be on that shit that these niggas ain't on (Niggas ain't on) I went to war with the system (Yeah) To give my son toys on Christmas (Yeah) Probably won't give me no Grammy (Give me that) Putting awards on wrists (Yeah) We had to kill just to make it out Shit, we puttin' rewards on niggas (Brrt) Live by the gun and we die about it Shit, I'm prayin' the sword don't kill us Prayin' the Lord forgive us, we going to war with killers They put a bounty all on my dawgs, want 'em dead by morning, nigga We took risks to live like this, ain't doing consignment (Doing consignment) I brought my mama tears, and I turned 'em to VVS diamonds (VVS diamonds) I know you see me on top of my game, ain't see me declinin' (See me declinin') Turned to a monster, the next time you saw me You seen I was climbin' (Seen I was climbin') They took my elevator, I said fuck it I'm takin' the steps (Takin' the steps) Got me on bail, they want me in jail, they say I'm a threat (Say I'm a threat) Fighting for freedom eleven years, they been takin' my breath (Taking my breath) Watchin' the feds taking pictures, it been makin' me stress (Makin' me sweat) Tappin' my phone, takin' my rights, and makin' 'em wrong Deep in this shit, had to dance with the devil to make it back home, yeah I got a call from one of the dawgs, say, "You been ridin' private" He say I should tell the pilot to come and get him And the crazy part about it, my nigga sittin' in a prison And the other crazy part about it, I really know that feelin', yeah I can't put my trust inside the system Gotta be here for my sisters And my niece believe in Christmas And her dad, somebody killed him Some shit I don't remember 'Cause I left him in a box when they had me in them locks I blame God for my convictions Never give a judge that ammunition Never had no co-defendants God gon' be my only witness Never take it personal, it's whatever when we handlin' business We been through the worst, them situations we can never mention You gon' have your mom losin' her mind if you get a conviction Got some homies sittin' in the feds, hope they get an eviction Prayin' to his gun, he got his fire, he ain't got no religion I heard Meek got two for a wheelie and I was in the kitchen servin' Had me thinkin', is it all worth it? Thinkin' 'bout the chances that I took to buy you purses Thinkin' 'bout them licks that we went on and just go splurge it Switched it up and everythin' been workin'

قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري الكبدة اتقطعت بين زوج من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي من Oran ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري يا وقلبي ما ينساكشي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Les vagues s'écrasent sur les roches, fauchent, façades moches Vie de cloche poche, vie de pez fastoche Mais la poisse accroche ma face de métèque Je viens du bled, pleins de verbes dans les bagages Ca je tiens ma rage dans ma gorge La plage déserte me pousse au cafard Tu traînes dans les bars tard le soir Où les soûlards se filent au rasoir Spliff noir dans le cendar Je sombre dans le mégotrip égoïste Jette mes tripes dans la musique Mars, ma ville, un plateau Où le désert avance, un gâteau partagé à 10 Mes khos pendus à un lasso Nourri au gaz de ville, à la lumière orange Comme elle, je dérange, étranger aux pensées etrangers حتى نقول نبطل وترضى لي علي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي Tellement نبغيها يا نبدا نجيبها من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من Oran ل Marseille دلالي Des odeurs de couscous, de tajine, de pruneau De mafé, yassa, poisson frais Pâtes carbo les épices me collent à la peau Assise là, les pieds dans l'eau sous l'œil du tréo Ma ville s'éveille chaque matin quand les fourmis s'en vont au boulot Fragile, emporte ta faux, situation où tout le monde se marre L'économica autre comme une vieille bécane Pluries Ethnie cohabitation naturelle Les cultures, les mœurs, les couleurs dansent comme dans une aquarelle Seul le Serval dévoile la face B de la carte postale Atone cache les nuages, un cercueil passe, mauvais présage L'ennui vainqueur, sueur, peur devant les seringues de l'horreur Le noir château entré sans un mot Mars aspire au renouveau خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافها من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي خلّوا البحَر ياكُلني ولّا زعافهم من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي يانا بغيت لقليبي المحنة الفاكرة من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي من وهران ل Marseille دلّالي قولوا لعمري ترقد وطفي الضو من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي من وهران ل Marseille دلالي