Mick Jenkins – Different Scales Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse 1]
In pole position, had to strip it down
Was rarely fucking with the vision, they was feeding me the bread
Well come eleven and the water only trickle down
Needed pumpernickel, wasn’t fucking with the fickle minds
This shit would get bumpy over time if we pickle beets
They just want the hooks, got me out here fighting sickle cell
Niggas sound like crooks in front of cameras, I hear crickets now
Have some art commissioned more than living off the ticket sales
You for the ‘Gram, we weighing this shit on different scales
No picket fence, I know we grew up on different streets
It woke me up, I know it’s way more niggas counting sheep
Bouncing checks, tryna slide off the counterfeit
They hella foul, niggas out here playing county ball
Still bounty Saul, shame they’ll never win a Golden Globe
Some niggas only taking naps, some niggas comatose
You get ’em fired, you find out some niggas Omaros—

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Sosa been call this shit here the zoo
Multiple elephants in the room, ain’t nothing new
Poachers done settled in, they using sedatives, too
I’m still preaching the same element
Exploring business ventures with my fellowship
Eliminated the light bulbs with no filament
You ain’t in my circle if we not intimate on some level
Got dumbbells on my shoulders, I folded
Drinking Folgers these days, I talk the water ’til my clothes is moldy
Bodie Broadus if came down to the wire, niggas couldn’t hold me
They always talk the old you, them niggas never know me
I never owe nobody nothing but John
Who cutting onions? These days I’m all about cutting the line
Cutting through the bullshit, my nigga, it’s nothing to shine
It’s nothing to stunt, it’s nothing to rhyme
You elevating minds or you fucking the blind and ducking the smoke?
Sup with the swine but wanna be goat, you really just sheep
You wanna be woke, you really just sleep-
Walked in front of me, man, what are these jokes?
Rich in spirit, I won’ t hear it if you cunning me, bro
Tried to pass these hoes the joint, they didn’t want any smoke
I wanna be blunt, when I spit out the truth
They want me to choke, they want me to front
Ruffle feathers and they’ll want me to ghost
Crumble concentrates, I’m rolling for real
Sand trapping, I won’t shorten my stroke

Watch a Full Trailer for Atlanta Season 2, “Robbin’ Season”

The first season of the Donald Glover-helmed FX series Atlanta won Emmys for acting and directing, as well as a Golden Globe for Best Television Series, Musical or Comedy. The acclaimed show is back for its second chapter, entitled “Robbin’ Season,” on March 1. Today, FX posted a full-length official trailer, following a teaser premiered early last month. The new clip features Alfred/Paper Boi (Brian Tyree Henry) and Earn (Glover) dealing with clueless white DJs, weed deals, and couch crashers. Earn’s domestic life seems fairly cozy, though there’s a glimpse of him crashing in a storage space. Darius (Lakeith Stanfield) presides over and comments on the proceedings. Watch the new trailer below.

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Lil Wayne – Big Bad Wolf Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh-uh-uh-mmm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Keep that shit on Twitter
Y’all ain’t lit, y’all litter
Keep that shit in your shitter
Or eat that shit, don’t spit up (Rrr!)
Keep my bad bitch did up
Keep my man bitch, put up
Watchin’ me do push-ups
Just playin’ with herself and I looked up (Damn!)
Your thot need to get her look up
You plottin’ on me, my foot up
Your squad ain’t hard, that’s cushion
That ain’t sauce, that’s puddin’
Tunechi across her bosom (Damn!)
Shootin’ up the jurors (Damn!)
Don’t name my pistol
I name the trigger, Benjamin Button, push ’em (Bam!)
Y’all just pussy, get buried together and let ’em play footsie
Y’all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon’ pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got some hookers hookin’ up with some politicans
And some athletes and some college niggas
Send your missus on all kind of missions
I’m the sickest nigga skippin’ doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin’ hockey sticky
Put a stockin’ on my face and hit a lick in’
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I don’t fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
I don’t fuck with cops, that’s the piggly wiggly
Fuck my bitch’s friends, and they friendly-friendly
While your bitch givin’ me her twenty-twenty like she tired of Mickey-D’s
Wendy’s, Denny’s like she tired of Macy’s
JC Penny’s, I got bitches gettin’ tired of spendin’, spend it
If we winnin’, win it
I know Dream Chasers that ain’t never dreamt it
So I had to tend it and I had to rim it
And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
It’s the Blood gang, it’s the money gang
Red rags to riches, need happy endings
Then it’s back to business and we laugh at sentencin’
Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
Hungry artists or starvin’ artists in the kitchen
Restaurant and cafeterias
Don’t make a difference if you taste the difference
Better pay the difference to the racketeers
Now your good luck lookin’ like you crackin’ mirrors
Now the artificial become sacrificial
That’s a body count, where the mathematician?
Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples?
With an ass that jiggle with a grab or tickle
With a throat deep enough to land a missile
If ya nigga miss you and he have opinions
Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
Now we at his villa, aiming at his pillows
Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
And I catch a triple, flip kick jiu-jitsu
Throwin’ pool parties, she don’t have a swimsuit
Neither of her friends do, I think that’s official
Got my neighbor’s eyes bigger than the Simpson’s
And I’m magnificent so I had to pimp her
And she had potential but he lacked credentials
So give me a sec’, I’ll go at your neck
And send you back lookin’ like the Dracula bit you (Rrr!)
Yeah, cannibalism goin’ animalistic in a land of civilians
These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia
When she left her thong, that’s paraphernalia
Sound familiar? My plug’s Sicilian
He the one who told me that sometimes you gotta leave ya la familia
Behind the millions
Rhyme or reason
I’m the reason, got they eyes wide but too blind to see it
With friends like those
It make me text all my enemies and tell ’em I don’t need ’em
Hallelujah, power intruders
Bitch walk around my house like Hooters
Towel user, power user
Molly mixed with white girl, Molly Susan
Niggas talkin’ out their bowel movers
Turn they homies into flower choosers
Turn your kids into father choosers
Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
I’m a silent shooter with a silent shooter
Clap at you, if you don’t die, I’ll boo ya
Tell a doc that’s tryna to save your life and runnin’ wires through you
He could die next to ya (Rrr!)
I’ma make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter
Let her partner shoot it
We pull out the movie, win awards
She got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
Niggas prostitutin’, these rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit
Not even ’bout pollution
Ain’t got a house to live in, ain’t got a pool to swim in
Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
In route to Houston with a contribution full of Monster juices
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo and I know that you know
I’m hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
I’m out of my loophole, you outta the loop though
Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
The power to do so, my pockets is sumo
Gettin’ the mula by the minuto
Mafia Nuvo, I am the uno
Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo
Pull up trigger finger, holler, and pull though
(Pah, pah, pah)
Sound like a symphony or Operah, tudo
Hittin’ some new notes
And I am the maestro and you just a typo
Private flight, don’t fly in too low
I’m wiser than you know, a private school flow
I got me a new ho and now it’s a duo
One went to college and one went to juco
I had to ask ’em, what’s four plus two though? (Rrr!)

Quavo and Childish Gambino Hints At Some Joint Music Coming

Quavo and Childish Gambino are cooking up some new music in the studio.

The Migos rapper recently wrapped up his joint album with Travis Scott and already he is moving on to work on something new, this time with his fellow Atlanta artist and close friend Childish Gambino, aka Donald Glover. Quavo ignite Instagram yesterday when he posted a photo of himself and Gambino in the studio. The pic shows the “Portland” rapper appears to be cutting up weed while Glover stands in front of a laptop. “H U N C H O G L O V E R N A W F A T L A N T A,” he wrote in the caption.

He didn’t revealed what they are working on but it could be music or some TV production. Migos appeared on the first season of Donald Glover’s hit comedy TV series Atlanta. He won a Golden Globe award for the show and gave Migos a big shou-out during his acceptance speech when he praised them for their single “Bad and Boujee” and even refers to the group as the Beatles of this generation.

This is the second time that the two posted a photo of themselves in the studio together in recent weeks. Back in October, they posted a pic of Quavo, Donald Glover, Lil Yachty, and Chance The Rapper in the studio together. The final products from those recording sessions are not here as yet, but we are all waiting patiently. Quavo is one of the most requested artists this year for guest verses on other artists music. He is also one of the most streamed artists on Spotify this year as he continues to build a catalog for himself out of the group. Migos is currently working on their new album Culture 2, which they say is coming soon.