Lyrics:

89. Sneaking ft. Drake, London on da Track, Skooly, & 21 Savage 4:12

Yeah (We got London on da Track)
This is

All God's doing, man, you can't plan it
But if the Devil's in the details, then I'm satanic
'Bout da take over your city and you can't stand it
My accountant say you sinking like the Titanic
David Blaine, last summer, man, you had a vanish
I get the hits like somebody pitching underhanded
Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish
Really, when she get da talking, Ion't understand it
Ye' ain't own it right away, you had a wait on niggas
Man, I'm only 29, have some patience with us
Plus, I never met nobody from my label, nigga
I just pop up with the music, then they pay a nigga, yeah (Yeah)

Shit ain't been th? same like befor?
I still love it, but I used to love it more
FaceTime wit' my shorty on tour
And she texting Purple Hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yeah

Niggas keep reaching and dissing (And dissing)
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (Not on this end)
Make me call my bros for assistance (For assistance)
You gon' made me call my bros for assistance (For assistance, yeah)
Niggas keep reaching and dissing (And dissing)
Put me in a fucked-up position (Up position, yah)
Make me call my bros for assistance (For assistance, 21)
Make me call my bro (Call my bro)
Don't

Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic
When I come around, thee rapper niggas start da panic
And they pockets going under like the Titanic
I get some head last night and it was outstanding
They was hating on me then, but they hating now (Hating now)
She was playing wit' me then, but she waiting now (21, 21)
Used to sleep inside the den, I got acres now (Mansion)
I was fighting niggas then, but I'm spraying now (Blasting, yeah)
I don't pay no mind to no sneak-diss (Nope)
I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch (Broke)
Niggas taking cheap shots on some cheap shit (21)
They the type da stand in line for some free shit (Broke bitch)
Baby girl gon' suck it 'til her jaws locked (Suck it up)
She gon' made me put my bitch on call block (Fuck it up)
We the ones popping, we the ones shopping (21)
We the ones dropping niggas, we the ones (We the ones)
We the ones ducking when them heaters come (21, 21)
You that nigga snitching on your people, huh? (Shh)
21 Savage aka The Reaper, huh? (21)
Pussy niggas getting shot for all that reaching, huh? (Ya dig?)

Niggas keep reaching and dissing (And dissing, shut the fuck up)
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (Not on this end, count the fuck up)
Make me call my bros for assistance (For assistance, 21, 21)
You gon' made me call my bros for assistance (For assistance, yeah, bros)
Niggas keep reaching and dissing (And dissing, hol' up)
Put me in a fucked-up position (Up position, 21)
Make me call my bros for assistance (For assistance)
Make me call my bro (Call my bro)
Don't

Ion't need love, I'm the G.O.A.T
I just hit the beat and float
And I'm selling out arenas, but chu putting on a show
I've been tryna change life around for everyone I know
'Cause if I don't share the wealth
Then, how the fuck we s'posed to grow?
Mom's stressed, there's a lotta things we need
Chain smoking in the house, it's hard a breathe
I used to have da hit my T's wit' Febreze
Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese
I'ma turn this TSX into a Benz soon
I'ma see a lotta blessings for my friends soon
Hunnid-50-inch screen in my bedroom
6'1', man, a nigga need some leg room

Shit ain't been the same like before
They ain't even wanna look up at the score
FaceTime wit' my shorty on tour
And she texting Purple Hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yeah

Niggas keep reaching and dissing (And dissing)
Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (Not on this end)
Make me call my bros for assistance (For assistance)
You gon' made me call my bros for assistance (For assistance, yeah)
Niggas keep reaching and dissing (And dissing)
Put me in a fucked-up position (Up position)
Make me call my bros for assistance (For assistance)
Make me call my bro (Call my bro)
Don't
90. Tuscan Leather ft. Drake, Cappadonna, & Curtis Mayfield 6:08


Yeah
Alright, yeah

Coming off the last record
I'm getting twenty-million off the record
Just to off these records, nigga, that's a record
I'm living like I'm out here on my last adventure
Past the present when you have to mention
This is nothing for the radio, but they'll still play it though
'Cause it's that new Drizzy Drake, that's just the way it go
Heavy airplay all day wit' no chorus
We keep it thorough, nigga
Rap like this for all of my borough niggas
I reached the point where don't shit matter to me, nigga
I reached heights that Dwight Howard couldn't reach, nigga
Prince Akeem, they throw flowers at my feet, nigga
I could go a hour on this beat, nigga
Yeah, I'm just as famous as my mentor
But that's still the boss, don't get sent for
Get hype on tracks and jump in front of a bullet chu wasn't meant for
'Cause you-on't really wanna hear me vent more
Hot temper, scary outcome
Here's a reason for niggas that's hating without one
That always let they mouth run
Bench players talking like starters, I hate it
Started from the bottom, now we here, nigga, we made it
Yeah, Tom Ford Tuscan Leather smelling like a brick
Degenerates, but even Ellen love our shit
Rich enough that Ion't have da tell 'em that I'm rich
Self-explanatory, you just here da spread the story
Wassup?


Sitting Gucci Row like they say up at UNLV
Young rebel, Young Money, nothing you could tell me
Paperwork taking too long, maybe they don't understand me
I'll compromise if I have to, I gotta stay with the family
Not even talking da Nicki, communication is breaking
I dropped the ball on some personal shit, I need a embrace it
I'm honest, I make mistakes, I'd be the second to admit it
Think that's why I need her in my life, da check me when I'm tripping
On a mission, tryna shift the culture
Tell me who dissing, I got some things that'll hit the culprit
Them strep-throat flows, them shits to stop all of the talking
All of the talking, got one reply for all of your comments
Fuck what cha think, I'm too busy, that's why you leave a message
Born a perfectionist, guess that makes me a bit obsessive
That shit I heard from you lately really relieved some pressure
Like, 'Ayy, B, I got cho' CD, you get an E for effort'
I piece letters together and get to talking reckless
Owl chains like credentials, you know you see the necklace
My life's a completed checklist
I'm tired of hearing 'bout who you checking for now
Just give it time, we'll see who's still around a decade from now
That's real (That's real)


How much time is this nigga spending on the intro?
Lately, I've been feeling like Guy Pearce in Memento
I just set the bar, niggas fall under it like a limbo
The family all that matters, I'm just out here wit' my kinfolk
Off everything my pen wrote, we went from Bundy da Winslow
This for shorty up on Glengrove who love when I catch my tempo
I sip the Pora and listen a Cappadonna (Talk to 'em)
The fresh prince, just had dinner wit' Tatyana, no lie
All these nineties' fantasies on my mind
The difference is that with mine, they all come true in due time
I might come through without security da check if you're fine
That's just me on my solo, like, 'Fuck it', like, 'YOLO'
Wanted a tell you, 'Accept yourself'
You-on't have da prove shit to no one except yourself
And if you end up needing some extra help, then I could help
You know, back on your feet and shit
Tryna get my karma up, fuck the guilty and greedy shit
How much time is this nigga spending on the intro?
How this nigga working like he got a fucking twin though?
Life is sounding crazy, 40 on Martin Scorsese
And I wouldn't change a thing if you paid me
Now, real nigga, wassup?
Ayy, yeah, ayy
How much time is this nigga spending on the intro?

If there's-If there's-If there's hell below
I'll see you when you get there
Are you enjoying yourselves?
If we may, we would just like to close off wit' something a bit inspirational
Hopefully something a bit relevant as to us all are having the same fears, shedding similar tears, and of course dying in so many years
It don't mean that we can't have a good life
So we'd like to just maybe close out wit' something
Some food for thought
For all of us
91. I'm On One ft. DJ Khaled, Drake, Rick Ross, Jessica Gomes, & Lil Wayne 5:00

(I get 'em up, I'm on one)
(I get 'em up, fuck it, I'm on one)
(I get 'em up, I said, 'I'm on one')
DJ Khaled (Uh, Khaled)

I'm getting so throwed
I ain't went this hard since I was 18
Apologized if I say
Anything I don't mean
Like, 'What's up wit' cho' best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me'
And, 'What's up with these new niggas?'
And, 'Why'd they think it all comes so easy?'
But get it while you here, boy
'Cause all that hype don't feel the same next year, boy
Yeah
And I'll be right here in my spot
With a little more cash than I already got
Tripping off you 'cause you had yo' shot
Wit' my skin tan and my hair long and my fans who've been so patient
Me and 40 back da work, but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumors, hate the bullshit, hate these fucking allegations
I'm just feeling like the throne is for the taking (Watch me take it, all I)

Care about is money and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip it 'til I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody shoulda told cha
I'm

On one (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm on one
Yeah (Yeah)
I said, 'I'm on one'
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money da be got, and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said, 'Fuck it, I'm on one'

Huh
I'm burning purple flowers
It's burning my chest (Huh)
I bury the most cash and burning the rest (Stunting)
Walking on the clouds
Suspended in thin air (Yeah)
The ones beneath me recognize the red-bottoms I wear (Check it)
Burner in the belt, move the kids to the hills (Boss)
Bend shorty on the sink, do it for the thrill (Whoo)
Kiss you on your neck and tell you, 'Everything is great' (Right)
Even though I'm out on bond and might be facing 8
Still running with the same niggas 'til the death of me
Never seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully (Haha)
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams (Whoo)
In a room full of money out in London as she screams? (Whoo, huh)
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally da make a pair (So, yeah)
We on one, the feeling ain't fair (Khaled)
And it's Double MG until I get the chair (M-M-M-Maybach Music, all I)

Care about (Cheah) is money and the city that I'm from (Huh)
I'ma sip it 'til I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody shoulda told cha
I'm

On one (Yeah)
Fuck it, I'm on one
Yeah (Yeah)
I said, 'I'm on one'
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money da be got, and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one
I said, 'Fuck it, I'm on one'

I walk around the club
Fuck e'rybody
And all my niggas got that heat, I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah (Yeah)
Too much money ain't enough money
You know the Feds listening
Nigga, what money?
I'm a made nigga
I should dust some'
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, ain't nutting sweet like the Swishers
I'm focused, might as well say, 'Cheese', for the pictures, oh (Oh)
I'm about to go Andre the Giant
You a sellout
But I ain't buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to your world like the Mayans
This a celebration, bitches
Mazel Tov
It's a slim chance I fall
Olive Oyl
Tunechi be the name
Don't ask me how I got it
I'm killing these hoes, I swear I'm tryna stop the violence (All I)

Care about is money (Yeah) and the city that I'm from
I'ma sip it 'til I feel it, I'ma smoke it 'til it's done
I don't really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I'm young
And I'm only getting older, somebody shoulda told cha
I'm

On one (Yeah, Young Mula, baby)
Fuck it, I'm on one (YM—)
Yeah (CMB, yeah)
I said, 'I'm on one' (Uh-huh)
Fuck it, I'm on one
Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple or could be pink
'Pending on how you mix that shit
Money da be got, and I'ma get that shit
'Cause I'm on one (Haha)
I said, 'Fuck it, I'm on one'

(I get 'em up)
(I get 'em up)
(I get 'em up)
92. Connect ft. Shawn Lawrence & Drake 4:58

(There's three balls and a strike
Here's the pitch)
(It's belted deep da center)
(Revere goes back, jumps at the wall, and it's gone, yeah)

Isn't it amazing
How you talk all this shit and we still lack communication?
How beautiful our kids would be, girl, I don't need convincing
How every conversation starts with, 'This time will be different'
Oh, oh, the idea is fun
Oh, the idea is fun
Oh, the idea is so fun every time
At least we try for home run every time

Swanging (Swanging)
Eyes closed, just swanging (Swanging)
Same city, same friends, if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends, if you're looking
I'll be here, just swanging (Swanging)
Don't talk to me like I'm famous (Like I'm famous)
And don't assume, 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe
I'm just tryna connect wit' something, babe
Yeah, swanging (Swanging)
Ayy (Ayy)

She just wanna run around the city
And make memories that she can barely remember
And I'd allow her
Talk about pussy power (Yeah)
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinking and driving in a eighteen-wheeler
And I'd allow her
Talk about pussy power
She used to say, 'You can be whoever you want, even yourself'
Yeah, I show up knowing exactly who I was
And never leave as myself
But when it falls apart, I'm always still down
To pick a million tiny little pieces off the ground
Wish you would learn a love people and use things
And not the other way around

Swanging (Swanging)
Eyes closed, just swanging (Swanging)
Same city, same friends if you're looking for me
Same city, same friends if you're looking
I'll be here, just swanging (Ayy)
Don't talk to me like I'm famous (Ayy)
And don't assume 'cause I don't respect assumptions, bae
I'm just tryna connect with something, baby
I'll be here, just swanging (Just swanging, ayy, ayy)

I remember when my schedule was as flexible as she is
She call and tell me be here before the sun up
I be dressed before we hung up
I take Eglinton to 401 East
And exit at Markham Road in the East End
Where all the pretty girls are sleeping
My license been expired, I renew it after the weekend
Fuck, I know I said that shit the last seven weekends
Girl, I guess procrastination is my weakness
I hate stopping for gas this late
'Cause there's niggas creeping and not like how we're creeping
Summer is coming, know you could feel it
Twenty on pump, whatever, I ain't got enough to fill it
Won't knock on your door
My uncle say, 'You drive my whip like it's yours'
I got the pedal to the floor
I'm on my motherfucking way, swanging
Don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'll be there, just swanging
I'll be there, just swanging
I treat chu good, girl, like you're famous
I know I'm late, it's always the same shit
But don't fall asleep on me, hang in there
I'm on the road right now, swanging, girl