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"Boat Shoes"
(feat. Gangrene)



(Doin' it big, 'bout to go out there on the water (Ya heard me?)
Let's roll out
Talkin' 'bout, when I'm gonna raise the sails? (Hoist that bitch)
Man, I'm 'bout to start ballin', for real
My vacation 'bout to start, I can't post none of this shit
It's too much ballin'...)

Uh, pull the Lamborghini machines up on the double
I'll make a youngin pull his jeans up
Tuck in his shirt and get 'em cleaned up (C'mere, c'mere)
Fold the crease in his chinos and have 'em steamed up
I was solo then I teamed up (What up?)
Now I'm pushin' buttons like Scotty when beamed up
The unidentified flyin' object defyin' logic
I'll ride a pocket 'til my body rotten
More gone and forgotten, so many sons I put a couple up for adoption
'Til then for me to stop is not an option
Spillin' the clicker on the yacht while it was dockin'
Caught me slippin' with no socks, in my moccasins
I'm like your favorite fruit when it's in season, I been sneezin'
Roll down the tint, I need my skin to the wind breezin'
I need to feel the sun on my skin' beamin'
Drownin' my thoughts, scratchin' the whiskers on my chin region

(...gets mad or over-dramatic, it's shitty
You're drinking when you're writing?)

I never said I came to re-invent the wheel
But I don't roll with the squares, it's blockin' out a nigga skill
Posted in my pajamas in my Hugh Hef
Pavin' the way, see, I can show y'all a new step
Or take it to the head like Russian Roulette and gamble thoughts
The cost crossed 'em off and thrown like a lacrosse toss
Shit, I'm slumped on the throne like a drunken boss
Sittin' on the wave still, supplier's an albatross
I need space like astronauts
Astronomically high, watchin' the stars crash a lot
I'm a doctor, but I'm not Cliff Huxtable
I got a sandwich and my feet up on the couch, I'm comfortable
There's no sacks in the hush, I get it plush
Crush your luck, bag it up just to feel the rush
Now that's a bad jewelry heist, the way I'm droppin' gems
Zeitgeist trim, precise, my advice is win (C'mon)
I need to feel the light breeze from the slightest wind
The gang's 'bout to light 'em again (Go and let 'em in), yeah
Go on, let 'em in

(We know the air is unfit to breathe
Our food is unfit to eat
We sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes
As if that's the way it's supposed to be
We know things are bad, worse than bad, they're crazy
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore
We sit in the house
And slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller
And all we say is
"Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms
Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials")

No storm can last forever...
Which is very unusual...
 
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"Body Something"
(performed with B-Real)



Yo Alchemist we takin it back on this one my nigga
Ya dig? Cypress Hill, Soul Assassins, uh

As the game gets older all you niggas get younger
You put your hand in my plate, go 'head and question my hunger
I'll show you how the 6 spit a barrel of thunder
Shoot the math one round, put you six feet under
Pour the liquor out, for my homey who didn't make it
We hold your name up, and celebrate it, never be faded
You on the grind and sometimes shit boggles your mind
How you got away with the crimes and you prospered
Took advantage, of every single thing life has to offer
Thugs never got nothin nice in the brain
See cold-blooded ass niggas swish ice in their veins
You blinded by the ice on the chains
Divided by the price of the fame
You rollin like dice in the game
It's a gamble, too hot to handle
Got to know when to hold 'em, fold 'em and then scramble
Move quick, we blow your head out like a candle... candle...

Y'all know I got the shotty pumpin
So you know I'm gonna body somethin
Got the blood in your body pumpin
Big guns that'll keep your party jumpin

Y'all know I got the shotty pumpin
So you know I'm gonna body somethin
Got the blood in your body pumpin
Big guns that'll keep your party jumpin

I get... more from the hustle
I get... more money, more problems
I get... all the look stoned people
I get... pigs knockin on my door
I get... hard times all over
I get... bitches schemin on me
I get... dough cash in a tight-ass grip
I get you a casket bitch!
 
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"Bonus Beats Pt. 1"


Ohhh it's real (real!)
I can feel it

Ohhh it's real (real!)
I can feel it

Ohhh it's real (real!)
I can feel it

Ohh but it's real
I don't wanna [echo]
Christ is the answer

Ohhh memory
Ohhh memory
From the corners of my body
 
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"Bonus Beats Pt. 2"


Won't you praise my Jesus
Praise the name of Jesus
Won't you praise my Jesus
Praise ye the Lord

We've got a job to do
And we've got a job to do
Judgement Day is soon upon us
Soon upon us
Soon upon us

And we've got a job to do
And we've got a job to do
Judgement Day is soon upon us
Mmmhm upon us
Mmmhm upon us
Mmmhm upon us
Mmmhm upon us
Mmmhm upon us
Mmmhm upon us
Mmmhm upon us...
 
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"Brand Name"


Uh, keep it going yeah, uh-huh
Two things are on a nigga's mind, shit

Brand name fire
Brand name safe
Brand name star
Brand name space
Brand name
Brand name with the car
Brand name place
Brand name car black car
Brand name AK
Brand name with the broads
Brand name place
Brand name gods
Brand name gods
(Top to bottom)
Fly shit

Midnight oil burning
Bouillabasse with London Broil stirring
Making all the lawyers nervous
You fake like soy burgers
You was hating on the lord weren't you, waiting on a short circuit
You played your hand too quick did you
Could've made a couple grand a hundred gram but you a bitch nigga
They say my shit too hard school
It's the type of shit you do at least a thousand dips up in the yard to
Back in the county on some fuck shit
Fucking with you next thing I knew shit was cracking and now we on a bus trip
I need the diabetic trays with the orange
Got the hypertension trays for the tre-8 in the morning
Three peanut butters for a bump of chips
I know you niggas seek love that's common sense
My tolerance is high for price
Not offended by what you pied pipe
My mind on the slice wild life
You got your rhymes on the mic
I got my classmates doing time, 25 double life
Parasites be trying to slide up on your boy
That's why I'ma need that 85 Bombardier vibe on the flight
The flight attendant suck dick
The flight attendant got a fat ass
The flight attendant fuck chicks

Brand name fire
Brand name safe
Brand name star
Brand name space
Brand name
Brand name with the car
Brand name place
Brand name car, black car
Brand name AK
Brand name with the broads
Brand name place
Brand name gods
Brand name gods

Bushmaster muzzle break
Wilson suppressor your du-rag
You push back your other face
Snatch some bullets out the rubbermaid
18 gallons of blue tang, your crew had to andale
Watchale way
We be the drug war veterans too
Salute, that's what brothers say
That's why I had to look the other way
Fuck a Tony Montana, I'm the other way
Just like Sosa
Throwing feds off of helicopters for my culture
I was just chest-naked in the trap
Breaking down molder in the bathtub, relax
Haiti flag on my face
Two cannons on the flag on my face
One drum on the flag on my face
36 dums on the flag on my face
Fuck out my face
 
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"Breeze"


Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really you should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga, I'm out here

I've waited hell of a long time to get mine
Right now I'm in a position to shine
You could tell from my posture, I don't give a fuck
You could tell from the watch, when I clean up
Now that's good taste, my shit is all that
New York style, with the Al Capone hat
Upscale sex, I have big fun
You're just a hater, you mad you can't get one
I got 20/20 vision, and my 2021 Ferrari, banging this shit
Real turned-up, and my trunk don't raddle
I'm not cheap, you get what you spent
Nigga spared until you broke, and money ain't gon' help you
But that's another story, now where were we?
Oh yeah, getting swervy, and this ain't nuttin'
Look, my rap more wordy than your prayers, my shit stunning
I'm alcoholed out, I can't even drink orange juice
Cause it remind me of the gin I was swimming in
Thirsty bitches trying to get a quench from me
Then I remind them this is Don P you're dealing with, bitch

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really you should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga, I'm out here

Shortie, you ain't gon' make it now, I tell you right now
You either gon' do life, or you gon' get killed
Yeah, your options are real slim, when you got contemporaries
Like the Perignon, kid
I bring a lot to the table, all you wanna do is take greed and larceny
I see it all in your face, I hear it all when you speak
Who you think you run the game on, you trying to con me?
Put yourself up in a world of pain, though it's nothing like Earth
I'll get you there right away, begone
Fuck, that was blowing my high
Back to the real life of rap music's most fly
My Timbs with no socks on, basketball shorts and a T
In the Bible Belt, blowing mad weed out the windows
Of the Prevost, on stage at Baton Rouge
I stop the show to give love to Lil' Boos'
Got a flight in a couple hours, let a nigga sleep
But everytime I'm about to doze off, my phone ring
There's no rest for the wicked, get plenty when I'm dead
Get paid while I'm alive, and live to the end

Them niggas got trash, I got quality
If you only knew, really you should follow me
Your fave rapper, he scared
I'm catching all this breeze, nigga, I'm out here
 
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"Bundy & Sincere"


Yeah, yeah, Eastside
Uh

[Curren$y:]
Bullshit run a marathon
Rap shit got my parkin' Bentleys on a lawn
Continental Ts, got that red label, all ours
Don't confuse me with these other rap frauds
I'm a crocodile in the swamp
Them niggas a little frogs
Back to back, G bodies, Chevies with my dogs
Freddie safe full of fetti, plottin' another heist
Already, I'm ready, already outside
3 in the morn, like Bundy told Sincere
My nigga come on, I'm 'bout to start blowin' the muh fucka horn
I'm tryna get everything I want painted and rimmed up
Before the fall really hit
This jet life shit, ESGN, sippin' juice and gin
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Money and yo bitch, both on my line
Told shorty that I can't make it, told money I'll be on the way, quick
Sands in the hour glass, so goes the days of our lives
Make sure you touch something luxurious before you die
Light one for Mac Miller, blue slide
Park, in the sky, still in here

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Yeah
Rest in peace, Mac

Wet dope on ground and paper, I lay it down
Let it dry, you can leave the money and stick around
Feel like I'm stuck in the system, runaway slave child
My lifestyle straight out the gang files
Can't drank, insane, bunny rabbit five game
Rest in peace Big Lord, he took a thigh shot in the main vein
Bitch, I rap for fun and sell that coco leaf to maintain
Niggas gettin' a check up off that Meth, I made a lane change
Walk the white, walk the wheat
Cookin' up that Jesse Pink
Niggas'll open up they mouth to talk, but they don't often eat
Me and my comrades is well fed
Sincerely yours, unfadeable Fred
Kane

What else can I say (I say)
You kept it real, today
 
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"Calmly Smoke"
(feat. Evidence & Styles P)



[The Alchemist:]
I wanna smoke 'til my brain is numb
'Til I can't feel nothing and the pain is done
Take the good with the bad, that's how the game is won
'Cause the sun only comes out when the rain is done
And when I exhale the smoke I let the problems float
When I blow out a cloud I let the drama go
All the bullshit, the issues, all the gossip goes
All the rumors, all the whispers, all the talk just goes
All this money in my pocket and I still feel broke
I let go of all the nonsense and I calmly smoke
There's nothing that can make me angry
So take it up with God, that's the way that he made me
Or take it up with pops, that's the way that he raised me
Or blame it on the game for the way that it paid me
Then blame it on the money for the way that it changed me
And blame it on my lifestyle and say that I'm crazy
And blame it on the [*hitting herb sound*] trying to say that I'm lazy
There's nothing that you can say that's makin' or breakin' me
And when I blow the smoke out it takes all the problems away from me
Let go of all the nonsense and I calmly smoke

[Evidence:]
I want to smoke so my eyes can bleed
So they don't see my pain, they just think its weed
Use the trees so they don't see my game, they just think I'm green
Inhale deep, my problems shrink away
God forgive my sins, tomorrow's a new day
It's like the smoke is novacaine easin' my brain
From the world going on outside, I stay sane
(Way out) I don't smoke to forget
Before I hit this, hold my head, God bless the dead
And I don't hold regrets
After I hit this, I don't listen, fuck what you said!
You know greed was never part of my weed plan
It's fire, blame the lah for murder he wrote
I let go of all the nonsense and calmly smoke

[Styles P:]
I take long tokes, c'mon folks
Ain't nothin' in the world like strong smoke
We only blowing green shit, at least we ain't on coke
You would know what I mean if you was born broke
Raised in the ghetto where there's nothing but torn folks
What, torn house, torn heart, torn clothes
I just blew four, got another four rolled
Will I die today? Shit, only Lord knows
So I exhale, inhale again, did it for my little man
'Cause he's in jail again, need bail again
Gotta get rid of this shitty feeling
Alchemist, get your nigga higher than a New York City building
(Roll another one, and another one)
Sour diesel haze, kush mixed with the bubble gum, call it troublesome
'Cause the only thing that calm the Ghost
Is a deep beat, zone out and calmly smoke
 
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"Camp Registration"
(feat. Step Brothers, Action Bronson, Domo Genesis & Blu)



[Evidence:]
Uh, yeah
The first rule of business is mind your own two
Cause it ain't hard to make a shit list especially when the rhyming is through
I keep a distance, never been predicted
Never been a victim of any math defining my moves
I keep a needle to the wax and keep my eye on the groove
Present the evidence and every single client is true
I'm out for gettin' it and not forgettin' it
These are differences of different elements inside of the booth
It's all you

[Alchemist:]
Ride dirty, transport filthy
Trench coat white leather to the floor milky
I killed a chinchilla and left the store guilty
[Action Bronson:]
The velvet was crumbled but the velour silky

[Blu:]
And I crushed it like butter leathers on my futon
Tossing money like croutons
Make the pair fit gator boots on
With the newton
Rolling the new triple south central
Dipping in continentals
Pin it quick to shut up and kiss the instrumental
Shits official like it came with whistles
They know the drizz when they roll with blizz
Crack the tree roll the sour d in a fronto leaf
Follow me, I tell it how it be
Like that's how it is

[Domo Genesis:]
How the fuck you shit on a nigga who believes in himself
Inebriated on my dreams, I had to see for myself
Even my family couldn't see what I felt
But that ain't stop me nigga
Watch me mute your talking I don't need any help
I'm creeping in stealth
Driving and proving I'm nice to these niggas
Jiving trying to provide em through all the whack raps
You cats supply em, I'm lying
I'm the epitome of the perfect timing
Purpose writing got me surface riding
Dawg it's perfect science

[Blu:]
We shoulda went half on a boat
We toast mimosa's
Had the chauffeur pass me my coat
The day was over
I told her play the grown up she suppose to
I would toss the g
But it's just the g she knew me
The corporate office often
Will say your boss and the boss' bitty
I couldn't find a better bitch to boss it with me
We talk of titties or we talk of titties
We talk bikini's
Now Puerto Ricans envy so we talkin mini's
Damn

[Alchemist:]
Pardon me I'm just thinking on the angles
You disconnected due to the friction on the cables
You flipped on me, switched the position on the tables
Surfing on a cloud blowing kisses at the angels
I'm still out grinding, chasing the dream
Nights I slept with my face in a machine
Seven weeks in thermal and denim jeans
Dirty from the trenches my record was never clean
I'm a front line soldier
When it's possible I steal blood
It comes with the territory my boots carry mud
Scheming on the next young stallion that got strut
Somewhere in between too much and not enough

[Action Bronson:]
Damn
I still remember when I broke the roaches open
Now you see us floating on a boat and uh
To say this was my dream would be a lie
But nowadays it seems to keep me in the beamer breezing by
Nothings forever right? I don't know man
I like the show for now until they change the program
Since I was one second old I've been a grown man
Showered in cologne and own my own land
Oh man
 
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"Cartridge"
(feat. Action Bronson)



Yeah
La da da da da da da da da...
you should already have your lighters
La da da da da da da da...
probably just settlin' in
Realizing what you gettin'
Muthafuckin cartridge yeah [shotgun sound]
Me too la la da la la la…
Uh let me out right here

And my corvette was clockwork orange
Tequila sunrise 7 o clock this morning we getting Saturday night high
Fuck niggas assumin' why we doing shit that you only seen in the movies
Silver screen bitches dig my gold ring chilling
like full length chinchilla resting on satin pillows momma listen
These is blessings real game lessons
Guidance
Show you how to make a fucking fire uh

[Hook:]
Yeah bitch they got weigh it on a scale they weigh the whales with
One sniff a make a german shepard backflip la da da da da da [x2]
Hold on

Uh them cadillacs trucks pulling up look at us came through done my stuff never front high as fuck
In your city doing promo runs with 2 big cuties call them my little honey buns
The rain ain't such a bad thing once that money come
You'll understand that homie once you get you some
Lit off paris og
New orleans meet flight to los angeles is now boarding
Al left the oven on for me la da da da da da da da... huh

[Hook:]
Yeah bitch
They got weigh it on a scale they weigh the whales with
One fat gold chain 2 pinky rings one big ass dream to own all this
Yeah yeah La da da da da da da...
Yeah muthafuckin cartridge

Uh Same side never switch
Underground nigga mainstream rich
Worst nightmare when them suits try not to play fair
We fuck up everything in there
Make them tear down reconfigure the data make that shit [?] sound
Moving these rounds like pounds in and out yo town
Clientele full of whales puttin' large money down
Walk the walk I'll run it now uh

Yeah bitch
Gotta weigh it on them scales they weigh the whales with huh (nigga)
One sniff a make that german shepard back flip huh…… la da la la la
One fat gold chain 2 pinky rings one big ass dream to own all this nigga

This the muthafucking cartridge (shotgun sound)
Muthafucking marksman
 
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