XV – 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics by XV

[Hook]

We going high, high, high, high

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky (Vizzy)

We going high, high, high, high

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky

We going high, high, high, high

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky

[Verse 1: XV]

I do it all for the life that we cherishing

And dimes like a ferryman

And paper like librarians

And a whole bunch of Squarians

Who keep me on shuffle

Knowing I’m gon’ win

This is game 6, 4th quarter, Dallas in a huddle

16 years old, you woulda found me in some trouble

Cause I hustle while they cuddle

And threw knuckles when they juggled

And I stacked chips but never singles

These are pringles those are ruffles

And if Kansas burned down now, you would find me in the rubble

Cause I rep it like every second

And I get it like every minute

I’m more serious every period

And I’m in it with every sentence

Before it’s all over I promise they’ll carry the best

My brother is Dillion, I’m bound to be stressed

No dollars is on them streets boy

All you gon get is reality checks

I’m overseas like Bono and hittin’ tree like Bono

Blunts fat as Yokozuna

But my eyes like Yoko Ono’s

And all I have are hopes man

That one day they’ll all get on me

You found out that I’m dope man

Go ‘head and snitch on me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Wherever you think I went, I didn’t go

And if I did I took a pic of it and sent it home

Deserving my spot, I put that sword in the rock like Pendragon Arthur, Arthur

Vizzy bitch I’m in my zone

They do what the Romans do, when in Rome

And I do what a cobra do, spit venom

Told my city I did a song like lights up in a rented home

We fight just for the time thats here

And live life until my minutes gone

My-my how fifteen minutes fly by

They tellin’ me I rep it

And I just reply “I try”

They know just where my head is

Where my head is where I’m headed is the sky

The game was hungry and these monkeys just fedded a bunch of lies

And they give food while they give food

And I came through like I’m they hero

My label is asking for hits I’m thinking I’m steadily bringing them kilo’s

And shawty is asking for one on one

I’m asking them for a trio

I get over her like scorpio

My hearts on sub zero

Heroes

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The Game – I’m On Lyrics

I’m On Lyrics by The Games

[Chorus - Mars:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 1 - Game:]

You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive

Killer California, the door’s commiting suicide

Bitches ain’t fucking with you unless you in the newest ride

You know me, 5 star nigga do or die

I’m from the home of the scandalous

East, West, North, South, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles

We got the baddest bitches on the north campus

Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom

Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door

Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for

Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out

Busters leave when it’s nighttime

15s in the trunk hit me ‘fore they see me come

Wear 24s no need to ask where I’m from

Westside home of the purp, even 12 year olds put in work

West coast got ‘em bang

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 2 - Game:]

31 still banged out shots let ‘em rang out

Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out

Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house

Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out

That ain’t a threat but little do you forget

I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga’s sets

Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet

Try me in ‘em high lows coming up out the Tech

Now I’m getting money big Snoop on the techs

Andre Young on the bottom of my chest

Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques

Matter of fact Chucks, red Cadillac trucks

Panamera red folks, peanut butter guts on my Pauly Shore shit?

Hit the block and post up

Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up

Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

What what!

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, I’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 3 - Game:]

10 million albums sold I ain’t gotta brag

Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag

AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain’t a paparazzi flash

2011 Gang banging, y’all copycats

How you throwing a stocking cap and ain’t never cocked it back

Nigga copy that, capiche nigga

Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga

Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga

Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher

Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24′ed up

Hop out knockout whole chest froze up

I be in the back of the club looking like so what

20 bottles 40 grand pro’ly why she shows up

Now she in the ? center with her nose up

Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

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Mac Miller ft Talib Kweli – Family First Lyrics

Family First Lyrics - Mac Miller ft Talib Kweli

[Verse 1 - Mac Miller]

Dealing with everybody’s opinion

Trying to do me

Only down one, I’m in the final

Shooting threes

Like I don’t give a f-ck

Music we f-ck, switch the position up

We love the things that keep on

Bringing out the kids in us

Been working all my life to do some different stuff

For people to say I’m young and haven’t lived enough

To say I haven’t lived enough

I’m on the road, my girl so sad I’m gone

It’s hard when I can’t even find the time to call my mom

When she thinks I’m going Hollywood

I guess she probably should

It seems like people see the bad and don’t acknowledge good

I feel the shade but I can see the sun, it’s cool

I got the time to feel the need to run, a fool

Is what I’ve become, young and I’m dumb

Been spending cake to get some bump in the trunk

Drums with a pump like some Reeboks

See me from the treetops

They worry but they need not

Heating like a teapot

Now I think I’m cool cause I got a pair of shoes

A mug dog, a jacket with a Polo logo

My cup always filled with Henny

So no Four Loco

They should know, so..

I could go slow, you see that I’m smooth now

Used to ignore me

They study what I do now

With some help from Kweli

And it’s Like on the they

Its cool to say my cypher complete

[Verse 2 - Talib Kweli]

Word. I’m so sick with the verbs I use

The words to heal us

They love how I kill it on stage, man

Murder theaters

No wonder they call it a ? asleep in the coffin

Dead tired

Exhausted from how often I be touring

So gangsta, Like the occupation of Made Men

Creating chaos, my operation is Mayhem

The movie never stopped the frank changeover

We add a map to the wolfpack: hangover

That Hen is not a friend

I’m on that Lager ?

Whatever substance, I abuse it like a grown man

I’m not a kid no more

Don’t want to hold your hand and fall off

And make you shoulder-lean like you drove, fam

Go ham, like Abraham reading all the signs

Oh yeah, and don’t forget to call your moms

Same thing I told Bow Wow last year

Take care of the fam

Cause it’s all we really have here..

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Wale – I’m On One Lyrics

I’m On One Lyrics by Wale

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for Purple Label this Summer

Folarin

Ambition

[Verse 1]

Two white cups and I got that drank

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Redbox flow and I do not date

Real G shit I don’t use no cape

I got my cake; I love hip hop

J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big Sean

Nigga wanna act we can get improv

Bread on me that’s a garlic knot

Tats out and my hair long

Loud shit, Weird noise

Like B.o.B., Got airplanes

Not one J got a pair or more

Folarin bitch releast nigga in this ho

Shoutout to them niggas who still f-ck with me at Interscope

My ambition to blow

This is why I’m in this fo’

Women at my pole

This is oh so much like getting votes

I make her kitten moist

This is why her nigga mad

I just give her bigger O’s

He just get her bigger bags

I’m an asshole, so what my bitches like it?

I’m why she get excited

You why she buy the vices

The tightest writer to write, dopest flower to quote it

I’m zonin; I’m in Seattle with Little Cheyenne and Tony

What up? My sister and them, All my niggas listening

I be one and done’ing hoes like Crawford at Michigan

Realest nigga told you that, Cloey love me more than rap

Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that Kobe rap

DMV we on the map, it’s over for these corny niggas

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

There’s no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

I’m on one, we on weed but she on E

She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I’m a don see?

No car key and I mean that

Cause I show fur, no bikini wax

My Moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch I never need a match

Undefeated, GS in a t-shirt and my Leaders hat

Change of scenery, I’m Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeah

Turned into a shark and I got that from all this DC crap

Fuck yo bitch to The Weeknd, I ain’t speaking bout that CD player

But shout to that OVO, Shout out to the whole T.O

Shout YMCMB, MMG we run the globe

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

A neutral mover, truly cool with a bunch of crews

Better keep a shooter, there’s always one with something to prove

Nice for that war, trying to see my daughter walk

Keep wifey in La Perla and don’t you ask her what that tori cost

Always keep a dodie on on me, I ain’t for that Maury talk

A 40 of that OE, Casey Veggie my homie

Out in LA Im fakin’ hitting switches

This ain’t mine, it’s Ricky, but shhh don’t tell my bitches

I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this business

I swear it’s like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Intuitively and gifted, Too empty, this is Lipton

Hallucinating from Rufilin, Who is saying is iller?

Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, Swizzy flow

Women front, they get its cold

She never play no games with me so I never get her Coach

I’m supposed to boast, this lyrical overdose

Niggas George Foreman grillin’, shit I spit that rope-a-dope

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

White boys gon set the mood, yeah, that’s word to Hall & Oates

And it’s still f-ck everybody

I run the Summer, don’t plan on sharing potties

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

That yellow bitch, a lot of face, she that emoticon

Got a bunch of haters, but I got more to count

Mohammed got a little mac, don’t get your shoulder popped

I don’t really know a lot, but I hope these people know my heart

My Nomo could be found in stores with a jersey only Nomo got

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

If I’m getting geechy I can rock three chains on either block

DC maybe PG MMG shit please do understand it

The only team more powerful? Sasha and Malia family

Malia family, We the family

I give these bitches my seed, swear they don’t need a nanny

Won’t see me in the Phantom til a nigga see a Grammy

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Drake – Trust Issues Lyrics

Trust Issues Lyrics by Drake

[Drake - Chorus]

All I care about is money and the city that I’m from

I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done

And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young

And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one

Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one

Yeah, I said I’m on one

F-ck it, I’m on one

A strong one

Two white cups and I got that drink

It could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one

F-ck it I’m on one

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

You know what I’m like, oh yes, oh yeah

Oh yes, Oh yeah

Oh yes, Oh yeah

You know what I’m sippin, I teach you how to mix it

But you’re the only one, cause I don’t trust these bitches

I don’t, I don’t trust these bitches

They might catch me slippin’

So you’re the only one, cause I don’t trust these bitches

They might, they might catch me slippin’ and put in something different

So your the only one

Cause I don’t trust these bitches

I don’t, I don’t trust these bitches

They might catch me slippin’

So you’re the only one

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Oooo ooooo ooh

Oh yeh, oh yeh

Lets call up I’m drinkin, lets all get wasted

I’m drinkin’, lets all get faded

Drizzy Drake, check me out

Coming live from the the muthaf-cking north side

Kick game, run game, run it real good

But never ever have my bitches sittin’ courtside

Same nigga that you knew way back when

You actin’ like it’s somebody you don’t know

Tell me how the f-ck we supposed to stay friends

When you got a bunch of feelings that you don’t show

I can tell, I can tell, I can tell certain people don’t like me no more

New shit don’t excite me no more

Guess they don’t really make ‘em like me no more

Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I aint myself

Cause if ya what I created than I hate myself

But still, let them girls in,

And tell em all leave their cell phones on the table where we see ‘em

I’m all day with it man, AM to the PM

Niggas hatin’, I just wish they would say it when I see em all

Thats that shit that drives me crazy

And it’s all that I’ve been gettin’ lately

And it’s probably why I’m scared to put the time in

Women wanna f-ck t like they’re me and I’m them

Looking for some things that I think I can find in you, in you

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Oooo ooooo oh

Oh yeh, oh yeh

Lets call up I’m drinkin, lets all get wasted

I’m drinkin’, lets all get faded

Oh yeh, oh yeh

call up I’m drinkin, lets call up

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