Pablo Skywalkin – Ramen Noodles Lyrics

[Intro]
It’s Rich Lo in this bitch nigga
I’m richer than you, your mama and your bitch
Back and better hoe
Dumbass niggas
Aha!

[Verse]
Lando got slapped with his strap I ain’t going for that
Walked out my cell doing my dance you can’t hold me back
15 cases turned to 2 that’s a f**king fact
Hasean Quinn you can go ahead and google that
Niggas like damn where the f**k was his noodles at
[?]
Tryna make jokes about my teeth I’ll be some tomorrow (Get off my dick broke ass niggas, aha!)
Lookin at my mugshots laughing at them comments
Most of y’all niggas thought that shit was funny y’all behind y’all rent
Most of y’all thought I wasn’t gon bail out y’all ain’t got common sense
Y’all don’t see every pic 5,000 on my f**king pics
Shout out everybody shit that posted free me
Some killers show me love in that bitch I was on TV
23 hours locked down they ain’t been able to see me
Every time I enter the courtroom [?] like E.T
How the f**k you get a paid lawyer it wasn’t easy
Judge tried to ask me about my case I don’t wanna hear it
Cause I met some niggas doing life pray I’m nowhere near
Who the f**k is a f**king Gmac Cash Better stick to Instagram making broke niggas laugh
I ain’t got time to rap I got rich and they mad
It’s a lot of niggas buzzing around this bitch ain’t got a bag
I wouldn’t have been mad if y’all didn’t take away my dad
Bout to get more tattoos f**k it Detroit rap news
While y’all tryna make the Freshman list I’m tryna stack blues
You ain’t got 10,000 saved lil nigga that’s breaking news
Y’all ain’t got more money than my bitch let me play it cool
Y’all thought I wasn’t riding in that bitch eating Ramen Noodles
I’m the pit bull around this bitch and y’all niggas poodles
What the f**k nigga got shot and make gangsta music
And y’all know the niggas that did it [?]
Bitch

Chance The Rapper – Brain Cells (Demo) Lyrics

[Intro]
Watch cases are convenient hiding places
The value of drugs [?] is enormous
Recently, a huge supply of heroin was taken
It was concealed in a powdery, harmless shipment of 35 barrels of olive oil
The deadly drug was burned in an incinerator of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing
And more vicous, more deadly than these soul destroying drugs is the menace of marijuana

[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down

[Verse 1]
Uh, here’s a tab of acid for your ear
You’re the plastic, I’m the passion and the magic in the air
The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near
The labyrinth of Pan’s Lab is adamantly here
No assignments, book of rhyming and I’m drawing doodles
I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles
Ramadan, I’m the don of the diamond jewels
Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles
I’m a kamikaze and I’m kinda cuckoo
I could write a fucking book, non-Kamasutral
You niggas goofies, it’s a conflict that is kinda crucial
Caught you on the 9 in all blue yelling, “I’m a neutral”
But I’ma let the bull pass like matadors
Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor
Metamorphoses and I’m a fuckin animorph
I used to go to school with Anna Fedele and Danny Whorf
Remember I used to bang with the bad ones
‘Til my grandmama told on her grandson
Mama said that I was way too handsome
To be throwing the hand’s son, breaking walls like Samson
But I’ma throw a tantrum ’til I’m on every Samsung
Sanyo and handheld and handgun
Please put ya lighter’s up ’til life is up, then light it up
And slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough
The nicest blunt, the nicest stuff
My niggas out here rapping a lot
I know you think you on, hiding Reggie sacks in your socks
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock
.4’s for 15, yeah my niggas, we be taxing a lot
Only the goofies, though, choking on a doobie though
My eyes do be low, two be rolled, remember days of the Rufio
Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man
Brrang dang to Lil’ B and bang a-rang to Peter Pan

[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
Uh, uh, uh-uh

[Verse 2]
Light a joint, or spliff it if you classy
Split a swisha witcha nigga if you ask me
There’s no skipping, hit it vividly and pass me
Don’t answer about your asthma
Or your issues or your Ashleys
It’s a quarter to imminent, ten minutes to infinite
Rims, Henny, and reminisce, nostalgia and M&M’s
Feminine’s getting intimate, cinnamon tone women
And homies could get they dividends, all broads is frivolous
Damn, is he illiterate, literal syndicate
Illegitimate, idiot, gangbanger-affiliate
Sick twisted prick, dick sadistic
Son of a biscuit, man fuck this shit
Hold up, I need a roll up
Better yet, I need to roll up
Mama always glad Mary showed up
After the show, let’s put a zone up
Zone out, smoke up, blunts, bongs and [?]
Yep, haha

[Bridge]
I smoked too many Js right now
I smoked too many Js right now, right now, right now
I burned too many brain cells down
I burned too many brain cells down

[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I’m burning up my brain cells now
I’m burning up my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried ’bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
Down, down, down-down

Joyner Lucas – Bank Account (Remix)

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
So my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
And if I wanted somethin’, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to ride for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

[Verse]
Bitch I’m a savage I spit at you bastards, I wonder what you gonna do to me hoe
I need to hear some more rapping I’m just not impressed by your cash or your jewelry hoe
All you my soldiers and I’m a lieutenant
Goddammit you should be saluting me hoe
I hope you know I ain’t going nowhere
All you rappers just better get used to me hoe
Nigga, I’m Mr. Blue with my jeans, bought me a jeep, cuz I wasn’t riding as much
My bank account looking weak, don’t look at me, I ain’t got no time for no fun
Starting to feel like Tyrese, I’m ’bout to trip, and maybe start crying or sumthin’
I might just hit up the [Smith’s], throw me a fit and wait for my wire to come
Ain’t nobody give or show me love when I was coming up, I had to double up and tell these niggas buckle up before they ride
And they don’t really wanna knuckle up, I hit it with the uppercut, I had these motherfuckers running for they life
Unidentified craft, while I’m flying past all of my aliens Sailin’, and if you look up in the sky
Blew your mind back, push your eyes back, threw your iPad, I’m an Iraqi in suicide
When the bombs are loaded and your mind explode in the wind
Are you gonna sit down and repent?
I was raised in the sewer
Me and the IT clown are friends
Red balloons for your kids
Sink my tooth in ya bitch
I lost too many friends
I don’t do good with kids
What you know about riding dirty in the evening?
What you know about Ramen Noodles, and a pack of sazon seasoning
What you know about leaving the oven door open when there’s no heat again
And the rent is due and your landlord try to throw you out on the streets again
Nigga, I was only dreaming of a Bentley and a fucking Lamborghini when I win em, I’ma finally get a break
If I didn’t get away before I guarantee that if I talk to God, then I can say I got it when I pray
She don’t really want me to get petty, turn her dime into a penny, but she know I got a lot of shit to say
I got juice and water and a henny drink, and I will let the semi shoot, I’ll pop you niggas all up in the face
Blood all up in the lake, I
Wanna see your wave die
They don’t wanna wave bye
Creep when I came by, teeth like a k9
Bleed through your Levi, we from the East Side
Eat when the [beat’s] hot, tea from the teapot
Aim for the tree top, beg till your knees pop
Skrrrt in a Nissan, swerve into 3 cars
You just a bird in a beehive
You just a cold in a room full of germs
Nigga, I said all of my idols and favorite rappers ain’t been rhyming a lot
What the fuck happened to Jay Electronica?
I wonder if he still got it or not
Whatever happened to Elzhi?
Whatever happened to Meth?
What happened to Beans?
Whatever happened to Lauryn?
What happened to Banks?
Tell me what happened to Bleek
What the fuck happened to Mos?
What happened to Missy?
Nigga what happened to Ghost?
Whatever happened to Q?
What up with Common, what the fuck where did he go?
Tell me what happened to Budden’s
What about Luda?
I hope they ain’t losing it now
Hope they get back to the music ’cause I need some new shit
I’m sick of these new niggas out, I’m that new nigga now
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 niggas wanna war, 10 niggas on the floor, 11 niggas on the porch
12 killers wanna war, 13 carnivores, 14 Labradors, 15 dinosaurs, 16 Avatars
17 bombs or grenades at your rental car, 18 ways you can die when you have it all
I got 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9 bitches wanna fuck, 10 niggas wanna rush, 11 hitters on a bus
12 if you wanna bust, 13 other guns, 14 runners-up, 15 rubber guns, 16 double pumps
17 shots in your face till you cuddle up, 18 ways you can die tryna fuck with us

[Hook]
I’m willing to die for this shit
Said I’m ready to flip it and end up in prison the rest of my life for this shit
And my momma ain’t want me, she got an abortion
I end up surviving this shit
Shit, if I want a son, I ain’t got the money
I’ll probably be robbing this shit
Don’t know how much I cry for this shit
Said I am willing to die for this shit
You know murder’s my hobby inside of my closet’s, a bunch of dead bodies and shit
Niggas say that I’m cursed ’cause I go to church and stare at the Bible and shit
Shawty say I’m the worst, cos I do my dirt, and I don’t be hiding this shit

Joyner, wooh!