Rough Lyrics by The Game Ft. Yelawolf

The Game Ft. Yelawolf - Rough Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]

What do you do when life gets too hard for you

Shed tears or is that to hard for you

I’m just a man, reflection of my family

Meaning you ain’t gotta have one to understand me

I got kids, I got friends

Only difference between me and you is I don’t care bout this benz

I care about Will he was dying and he needed me

I care about the Grammy they gave Missy they cheated me

But they cheated Drake, they cheated Justin Bieber

Guess America don’t like Canada we some f-ckin heathens

Game can’t watch his mouth thats why his daddy beat him

Same mouth made him millions and now his daddy need him

Finally got a black president look at how they treat him

Kids starvin in Africa why only Oprah feed them?

What happened to the music that I know

I miss it, U2 I guess we feel like Bono

[Game: Verse 2]

The living, the dead

These Dre beats, my head

My life, featuring Wayne

That was Jayceon, this is Game

Adjacent to the fame aint chasing a damn thing

So tonight let all of your pain be champagne

I cant tame my killers but I can tell them chill

I might give you a pass depending how I feel

The bi polar bear

They said the end of the World is comin I know it’s here

Cuz California cold this year

Detox, R.E.D

MC’s dead

Kill them softly like Lauren Hill

Skin heads goin K-K-Krazy cuz a n-gga in a foreign wheel

We all born to die, some of us born to kill

If that don’t wake you up I hope tomorrow morning will

[Yelawolf: Verse 3]

Never I thought I’d see the day when I, would roll up in the parking lot

And having people comin up to me for a photograph of the shit I talk about

Yela can I get an autograph Alabama so proud that we just can’t wait

Congrats on the Shady deal, any news on the release date?

I told them what I can, shake another hand sign another autograph it’s cool

Got fans gettin inked up, they de-cater to me I love you too

Got 3000 too, the spirit of rock and roll

Long barrell .38 loaded I’m John Wayne in Geronimo

So I dont really know whats got some these p-ssies panties in a ball

Cuz I never done shit but get better and believin’ in God

And leavin’ my mom at 15 with a dream and a cross

A cross that I didn’t see until I was nailed to it for believin’ at all

That I could ever be accepted the way I saw it

I mean I knew it would be hard but really come on yall

Oh I’m a redneck? F-CK YOU tatted on my neck

I’ll sip high life in a can at the grammys now add that to my rep

Bitch!

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In The Air Lyrics by Mac Miller

Mac Miller - In The Air Lyrics

[Hook]

I dont think they know it yet, but I do, I do

And if you f-ckin’ with it then you my dude, my dude

We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air

[Mac Miller - Verse 1]

Hey, everything good right now

Little bit of money make your boy ride down

Thinking I could probably figure out my style on a stage

Looking at a big high crowd

They go insane when I run out the stage

Cause we don’t give a f-ck, don’t need to act our age, hey

When I’m old I’ma spend my days, layin’ with my girl on the beach in the shade

Have every single thing I can name

Thank god everyday I dont sleep in the rain

Blessed with some success so I’ma try my best to

Live my life right, when I see God he’ll be impressed ’cause

I’ve been on my grind, thinking I’ll be fine if I take my time

Working so hard I might break my spine

So all yall goin’ see this face of mine

There’s different ways to shine

I’ma find my own, know when I disappear

I’ma find my way back home ’cause…

[Hook]

I dont think they know it yet, but I do, I do

And if you f-ckin’ with it then you my dude, my dude

We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air

[Mac Miller - Verse 2]

Days go by and I think that I

Maybe going crazy, maybe loose my mind

Looking at a constellation

Me and God have a conversation

Got a nine sorry about the lingo

Just kick it in the cut playing bingo

I be all over the beat like Ringo

Look sweet honey bee gonna sting though

I’m here, wanna do my thang

You can roll no matter who you bring

Like your wifey wanna loose that ring

I don’t pay her no mind, I just want, I just want, I just want the paper

Bring the games a little more flavor

Say wat up, take a flick with a hater

Throwing a deuce like see you later,

That’s funny, all I really want is a little cash money

Then life is gonna be so sweet, nah it aint a hotel, nah it aint a hotel,

I’m next, shhhh, don’t tell

[Hook x2]

I dont think they know it yet, but I do, I do

And if you f-ckin’ with it then you my dude, my dude

We always down to dap or give a pound to those who got their thumbs in the air

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Devil’s Got A Hold Lyrics by Travis Barker Ft. Slaughterhouse

Travis Barker Ft. Slaughterhouse - Devil’s Got A Hold Lyrics

[Hook]

I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night

I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite

It seems that I can’t win this fight

Hands together if you there tell ‘em leave me alone

Devils got a hold of me

Devils got a hold of me

Devils got a hold of me

(Devils got a hold of me)

[Joell Ortiz]

Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat

He hates when I’m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,

vibrating and all that

I don’t wanna see no wall crack

I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I’m dope like them four packs

Sitting in, writes on my window sill

Making sure everything stays on chill

? wearing all white ? Sayin’ pay yo bills

So that raw metaphor that I thought of before

I don’t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store

And I heard “so you off touring?”

I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score

Looking at me like I’m something she aint never ever saw

So a one hour run somehow turned into 24

Wifey callin’, I hit ignore

My priorities is poor, listen Lord

[Hook]

[Royca Da 5'9']

(Nickel)

My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it

Plus I am awkward, uh

I am an addict’s son, plus I am an addict son!

I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums

I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers

I am red rum backwards

I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me

I signed a deal with my maker, Satan’s my record company

I got a k canon, I buy chincillas

My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon

Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon

The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing

I am the bank bandit

I got a buying problem

I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob ‘em

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]

I’m talking, I’m talking,

He talks, I listen

GPS on my position

Just living, just hanging out with the opposition

Can’t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen

Stupid, ya’ll, think it was just me

I belong in prison crazy by my own admission

On a mission to grab a podium

Let me tell the public that I’m self-destructive

I aint looking for no help, f-ck it

Look for a way to get high

I’m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try

?

We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain

What are we sayin’, friends and family wanted me to change

But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it

I don’t wanna be another n-gga with no gold

No fame, success, n-gga, no hope

Sleep in the corner in Soho

My uppers down, its no dough

F-ck it they aint put me under yet

Think what you wish I aint got one regret

[Hook]

[Crooked I]

My automobile is not a Bentley

He knows that my pockets empty

The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me

Standing on the block, you should not offend me

I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don’t think the spirit of God is in me

Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating

I heard you got a safe in your crib so I’m there waiting

Nobody safe in your crib, when I’m in that staircase I’m bare-faced

Possessed by what you possess, I’m hell raising

And I just left somebody’s father a quadriplegic

Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt

He did not believe it

He’s losing blood and I’m cold blooded like I’m anemic

I need a doctor I’m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret

Or see a Priest and I might just chill

Or will I blow ‘em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill

Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will

I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

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XXL 2011 Freshman Class Freestyle Lyrics by Mac Miller

Mac Miller - XXL 2011 Freshman Class Freestyle Lyrics

Coming from the city where we rep them Stillers

On be summer months I’m iller than Godzillaa

Yeah my skin vanilla, I’m hotter than Chincilla

Hittin’ Vegas for the night and cop a villa

Get my lyrics from L, and my sould from J Dilla

Chllin’ with the sour cause southern smoke’ll kill ya

I’m just me, tryna cover all these magazines

And bitches dressing up for me like it’s halloween

A little old school flavour when it’s germ on the drums

? to bullet points like its words from a gun

I’m spittin fire and it’s burning my tongue

Bitches wanna f-ck and they heard that I’m young but they still do

I’ma stick around call me mildew

Go an stay in Bel-air like uncle Phil do

Get rich goin’ buy me a mansion then get my parents a nice crib in the Hamptons.

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