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"My Priorities"
(performed with Prodigy)



"Working late tonight doctor...?"

[Intro:]
Oh yeah, we here
That's right, man, my niggas
Light that shit up, light that shit up, oh yeah
Check the bottle is cracked at
It's been live for the homies, that's R.I.P. you feel me
What y'all niggas know run down the line like this

[Prodigy:]
Before I get the watch, I get the big Glock
Before I step foot in the V, I get the stash box
No matter the occasion I'm bringin' my heat
Take my kids accessory place, I'm bringin' my heat
For show, you never know, it might pop off
Better safe, than sorry niggas could never rob me
Or reach they hand towards me in any type fashion
Fuck what you heard and think, my shit's blastin'
We here in the club, I get my contraband in
You fuckin' with us, you rather suck maaad dick
Before I squeeze, I aim for ya head than
Without hesitation turn your shit backwards
Soon as I purchase my kicks I put the gem stars in
So if they lock me up, my razor make mad hits
Before I die the world gon' hear me
And make me rich, my kids will be filthy

Priorities - my gun on, I'm ready for the day
Two - tryin' to hit you before you hit me
C - here a good nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight

Nigga I don't shoot cars up, or shoot doors up
That shit I did when I was sixteen, word up
That's child's play now I got a taste for blood
I gotta see some meat hangin' 'fore the job's well done
I need to see a nigga drop before I make my gun stop
And before I start shootin' I make sure you hops
Niggas wind me up and wind me up
Till I pop up on your scene like Jack-in-a-box
With the two topics cuttin' at you like butter
VA style nigga you meat get smothered
Mobb style nigga me and my blood brothers, kill
Pretty boy rappers if they song speak of us
Oh you shot niggas before? That's cool with me
But you gonna need experience toolin' with P
Before I came to Q.B. I was already thug
Before all this rap shit I was already bugged

Priorities - my gun on, I'm ready for the day
Two - tryin' to hit you before you hit me
C - here a good nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make the money money never made me
Eight - live by Four and shit'd be straight

[Outro:]
- Heard the one about the two bulls?
... Not yet...
- Not yet... well these two bulls are sittin on a grassy knoll
Overlookin a herd of Guernseys...
And the baby bull says "Hey pop, let's run down and...
... fuck one of those cows"
But the papa bull says "No son...
... let's walk down and fuck 'em all"
 
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"Never Grow Up"
(feat. Evidence)



I play the low end, you never know, you probably never heard of me
My hands'll never shake, it's steady hand surgery
Already banished as courtesy
DMC didn't need it then I'll be MC
E-V proceeded by the B-A-B-U
A-L-C and no mothafuckin' take two
Mistakes do happen and I ain't afraid to keep 'em either
Add 'em with a little pain and leave 'em with the smell of reefer
A padded room with the cell receiver
Odd thoughts from a rhyme that you could tell is even
I ain't tell 'em either, I did tell 'em listen
Didn't tell 'em givens, but did sell the seeders
I say it like I seen repeaters
I seen 'em come and go selling out theaters
Too back, peddling back they caught me dealing
Better sell it in scraps and never seen a ceiling
Sell a feeling for derivative exposure
I'm a think tank and driven like a No Limit soldier
There is no gimmick to this closure
Just a image with a fork ridden over
Just a vision of the finish line
Energy ascends, that is cinema within a sign
Rap sitting on the bench like it's dinner time
Major events, I'm getting mine
 
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"New Thangs"


[Documentary & Curren$y:]
The white girl is Donna, another prostitute
In five years she has had five pimps
She now operates without one
I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done
Employ 'em for love affair
That's what they love, like
Everybody wants love (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And a pimp isn't going to go like that
As soon as another younger, cuter girl comes along that can make more money
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da)
I'm going after her
I can't stand
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Curren$y:]
Uh, white and yellow Airmax as I step out my Lac
Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that
My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that
They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act
I pulled up in a what's this, I came out in a what's that
A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack
They talk but never attack, I walk with God I'm relaxed
I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors
(Gone take you to that next level)
You niggas always stressin'
I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin'
New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em
Yeah

Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yeah, yeah
Rockin' Virgil Airmax, Off-White cook crack
I got the razor blade and clippers you get your shit pushed back
I turned some shit into sugarcane a nigga couldn't look back
I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that
One pair of shoes now I got everything to lose
Virginia street blues
Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues
Pussy ass nigga
Runnin' around with a motherfuckin' pack like you ain't
Like you did that shit before the Kane nigga, Kane train bitch
You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin
Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria
I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner
Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac God damn it
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that Lac God damn it
It's Gangsta Kane
 
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"No Days Off (Intro)"


[The Alchemist:] "Hard working..."
[Fat Joe:] "Alchemist"
[James Brown:]
"Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thang
I wanna get into it, man, you know
Doin' it, you know
Can I count it off?"
"Hard working..."

[Prodigy:]
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah, hold the fuck up, man
Fuck that, man
It's time, man
Ayo, ALC, yo, Alchemist, man, let's shut this shit down, man
Fuck that
We takin' over this muthafucka
Yo Alchemist, take control of the system, man, know'mean?
It's to let these niggas hear how we do it, son, know'mean?
It's about that fuckin' time, man
2006, and it's fuckin' on right now, man...

[Prodigy:] "Up in the laboratory..."
[The Alchemist:] "No days off"
[Juelz Santana:] "It's like no days off with this shit, man"
 
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"No Idols"
(feat. Tyler, The Creator)



[Verse 1: Tyler the Creator]
Ladies and gentlemen, Wolf Hay and Domo Gen in this bitch
I mean the building, we came with planes and two Taliban kids
Some gasoline, me and Doms, we're two talented kids
Bitch, I'm back like my jump on Jimmy Fallon's ribs
Think I give a fuck? Axes get to hackin' at dicks
Then toss salads while you swallow you a gallon of jizz
Man this rap shit is borin', this tourin' is tearing me a new asshole
I'm not even enjoyin' the fruits of my labor
That's cause I'm up 'til four in the morning recording, fuck it
If you think I'm a dick, you bitch then why don't you, shove it
Up your fuckin' ass, I mastered this shit like I'm, Grudman
Cuban chain tucked cause you know I don't like, stuntin'
But since we're on the subject, I'm good bruh it's, nothin'
Lettuce in my pocket, salty niggas need to, catch up
You're full of bologna if you do not think my, bread's up
But let us get this cheese, you musta heard Rella
Never mind, you don't even like sandwiches fella
And I'm still fuckin' hungry, that's probably cause I'm African
Domo thanks for giving me the gift to wanna rap again
Actually, fuck this, Adult Swim pays good
Loiter Squad season two, bitch I wanna act again

[Break]
Uno, dos, tres, quatro [x8]

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

Liftin' up like the collar of Kanye on College Dropout
To be honest, when I drop it I'm knockin' the whole block out
Off the glass, even when it look good I still box out
Bitch regardless, I'm the hardest, pullin' all of the stops out
Smellin' like success, leave the room I bet it linger
Word slinger, oh it's itchin' I'm fixin' the trigger finger
I don't get respect it's like somebody gotta die tonight
Type to hit my special five times in a title fight

[Verse 3: Tyler the Creator]
Six in the morn, asthma flared and there's snot in my nose
The needle got me sick, whatever robotussin will get it
I'mma dragon, I speak Portuguese and Spanish
I drive a wagon, momma said that I could be anything that I imagine
I wanna be successful by the age of twenty-one
Cause twenty-three's too late, I'm done
I wool-knitted this purse and bullshitted this verse
But lucky enough the dick-riders will still go berserk
It's No Idols, nigga
Domo Genesis

[Verse 4: Domo Genesis]
I got the game toe-touchin' like it's pigeon-toed
Put the homies on and flip it like reciprocals
Listen yo, quit the bitchin', why you timid?
I got this shit controlled, boy I be the illest feel it in my soul
For all you know I'm ultimate soldier type, it's a horror story
Reason you feelin' worried, cause I'm the poltergeist
I'm the evil thought that's approachin' 'em on the coldest nights
So when they ask me if I'm 'bout to kill 'em, tell 'em, "Show you're right"
I got my focus right as you could fuckin' see now
Plannin' for my spot, make you forget it like you senile
Document my awesomeness cause I don't like to freestyle
I like to hit the dougie while she suckin' on my penile
Domo Genesis, what I tell them bitches I'm finished with
Spit the sickest shit, don't put them tickets on your Christmas list
Get a glimpse of this probably make you go out and slit your wrists
Shit, watch these niggas just spaz on some schizophrenic shit
No Idols

[Outro:]
Our boy Al, everybody's pal
 
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"No Window Tints"


To go, to go, to go, to go
The sounds (Yeah) Just the wind on my skin

[Curren$y:]
Uh, fine fabrics, interior serious
Dash board lavish, 14-Karat gold instruments
I'm outside looking at it, I didn't even sit in it yet
I can't believe that it's just how I envisioned it
Watchin' the speed limits baby, we smokin' weed in it
Without no window tints, to me that don't make no sense
Can't hide, when you this fly
Them niggas is seeing it
Takin' in this sunset on the lake
While reminiscing on how narrowly I escaped
We divide the cake, brunches with the heads of state
Mimosas on different coasts and these niggas ain't even close
They don't want no smoke
Them niggas broke they wan't hand outs
I'd rather hand them a rope
Standing in one place won't get you paid
They fire desperation shots but I'm not fazed
 
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"Now & Later Gators"


Snort somethin'
Do what you do
You know it's alright, baby
All night, baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know it's alright, baby
We goin' all night, baby (Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Slidin' down on them F blades, like
Yeah, white two tone Escalade like (All night baby)
Fuck rap, a nigga stay paid like (All night baby)
How you livin', nigga live made like (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me
Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee
Yeah, but I don't got time for these hoes, truthfully
Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry

Pimp like I got now-and-later gators on
Bitches on my phone, you know we can do it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's alright baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga play the game
Thirty for a thing, you can come and get it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's all white baby
(All white baby)
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Slidin' down on them glass feet like
Yeah, back pack on Swisha Sweet like
Yeah, she let me beat, a nigga don't repeat like
(I ain't gone say shit, baby, don't worry about it)
That's how it is when niggas live the street life, yeah

Freak hoes, them bitches stay choosin' me
Rich bitch, I should've charged a choosin' fee
Yeah, but I don't have time for these hoes, usually (Yeah)
Yeah, I whipped the wet and VVS the jewelry (Yeah)

Pimp like I got now-and-later gator on
Bitches on my phone, you know we can do it all night baby
(All night baby)
You know it's alright baby
Ay, ay, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
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"Now That I'm On (Interlude)"


Now that I'm on
I don't know why they wanna hate me, man
I pull up, roll that window down, say 'What's up' to my kinfolk
Yeah-What's up, kinfolk?
See, now, now that I'm on, it's real lonely
They say it's lonely at the top, but it's real crowded at the bottom
So I what I want you do is just roll up that reefer if you got it
And just smoke it... yeah
 
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"Ocean Prime"
(feat. Boldy James)



Where we at with it?

We tuna melt all of the smelts and fillet the salmons (What else?)
Ocean prime with the Caesar salad but the dressin' Italian
Had to break out the real scales, took a day to count it (Uh-huh)
Plug out in St. Thomas, from the Virgin to the Cayman Islands
This yacht life is a blessin', flip-flops and my Nautica sweats
Got your bitch on her knees swabbin' the deck
Oyster Perpets, flood the yacht with baguettes
Submariner, what a sea-dweller, this is not a Patek
Pack got sent from overseas with a postcard
Drownin' in sin, life's a beach, need a coast guard
Great Lakes to the coast, activate the alarm
Now we dockin' the boat, big rope with the anchor charms
Simply straight return, three-thousand miles away from home
Middle of the ocean, had to cut the navigation on
Nautica Competition accomplished on my windbreakers
Settin' sail, takin' Dramamine, I get seasick
Papa was a ladies' man, Popeye was a sailor man
Jewelry clearly Canadian, diamonds water, aquarium
Fish scale professional, we got that oil sheen, yeah
On the river tryna water wing me up a stingray
We got the same guns the Navy got, why panic?
Why these loose lips sinkin' ships like the Titanic?
On a deserted island, plug tried to leave me stranded
I can't understand his Inglés, he can't understand my Spanish
Big fish in a small pond full of guppies
Like The Bermuda Triangle I can make you vanish
Burnin' exotic coral reefer with all my blooders
The chain a treasure chest, but my piece hit like watercolors...

(They don't wanna see you die...)
 
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"Oleg's Flight"
(feat. Fashawn)



This is dedicated to you, the halfway crook
Poking bitches on Facebook
Same lame get his chain took

I throw flames let his frame cook
Glad bags and black mags is the season
Mothafucka I don't get mad, I get even
Burning the devil's, lettuce out the Garden of Eden
20 deep in the park, pardon my heathens
We all here, Grizzy Gang playing your pallbearers
I support the right to arm bears
Long stares, I'll lift you out your lawn chair
Nigga, better keep 'em calm when the Don's near
This is cloud rap off a loud pack
Committing foul acts with a wild batch
A game having, chain snatching
Crime figures, you know, my niggas
Fucking with [?] thugs
Out to get scratch like a lottery ticket
Never stopping my mission, nigga, uh

This is dedicated to you, the halfway crook
Poking bitches on Facebook
Same lame get his chain took

It's only logic that I gotta be the mothafuckin' man
If you could empathize with me then you would understand
That I'm an over achiever, a born leader
That was taught to never ever leave the house without a heater
And for the dearly departed, pour out a couple liters
And let 'em sink in the cement
Niggas said that I graduated from scheming
Well, maybe not, still California Dreaming
A parking lot full of Impalas and Beamers
A couple yachts, bitches swallowing my semen
Shoe box full of dollars for no reason, I'm a problem
Best believe it, vomit like I'm bulimic over something supersonic
Kinda rhyming procedures, ironic
My competition's just a bunch of juniors, Cuba Goodings
[?], in fact life is Russian Roulette
Only way to win, if you do it to death, it's F
 
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