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Axel Speaks
02:29
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[Intro: Mic Anthony & Axel]
Like literally, are niggas lit?
Is that why it happens?
Why does it go up with niggas?
Because we make it lit
Why are we lit?
Everybody get the lit famous
Everybody get the lit stuff up for black people and shit
Because niggas is litters?
Are we the litters?
You know what I mean?
We the litters
We the swaggiest and all of that
[Verse 1: Relay]
Chris Wallace on the charts, that's a big hit
Real talk, I don't do loose, he's less than six lit
Niggas watch the moves without a Fitbit
These cosigns got me off on a tangent
That's some trick shit
Got us locked in once we dignified a handshake
Universal status soon to cover every landscape
What's up with the boys, peep the mandate
A.C. how a nigga plays it safe with his fan base
I do it for the haves and the have nots
I do it for them days on the laptop
I do it for the broads who ain't pass shots
Back on the blacktop till I had them cash spots
Now I'm living swell in the name, ringing bells
Play to win, word to Damien
I give him hell, rocking over beats on FL
I'm a seminal, life story slowing over wax
As the record goes
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and then dash, yo
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and then dash on the record though
[Verse 2: James Major]
They talk a lot of shit, but it's incoherent
I'm making moves, taking over, and it's so apparent
Flow nicer than grandparents, you can't stand it
You got fickle fans, little man, and they all vanished
And you know I play to win
If it's food for thought, then I'm catering
If you got a problem, you should say it then
Got the fresher soda, heart colder than Minnesota
And we're known from Delaware to Pensacola
Your bitch loving all my photos too
Kick it in Atlanta, cause you know my young ho cool
And I'm on the interstate going 102
Can't take my shine away, cause sun won't move
And you know we stay winning, so I got these niggas jealous
Cause we got their girlfriends, tell me where the Ellis
They ain't trying to give me credit, but I'm pre-approved
That's why I'm in the mouth like a feeding tube
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and then dash, yo
I don't wanna pop the clutch in Mercedes
I just wanna pop your ex and go crazy
I don't wanna meet your moms or your dad
I just wanna see the box and then dash on the record though
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2. |
Summer's Mine
02:40
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[Intro: Mic Anthony and Will]
That's a lot of pain, bro
Nah, nigga, because I'm the nigga, nigga
When I be loving bitches, I tell niggas
Nigga, I'm the nigga
I be like, yo, that's my bitch
Don't fuck with her
I'm like, niggas, no
Yo, I be like, yo, I like the shit out of her
Don't fuck this up
Yeah, life
[Verse 1 : Relay]
No matter if it's solo or these girls running group game
I go to Batman
Might as well call me Bruce Wayne
Pulling dimes and pennies, no loose change
Clustered all these cats around my neck
You can call us a food chain
Don't got to seduce dames
They peeping the steves
Down to earth, young nigga
Plus, I'm easy to please
They see me with cheese and know I ain't lactose
I'm heavy on the drip, and I got these chick
Doing a backstroke
Singing word for word on my rap quotes
I do it for the queens with the shade
Butter skin, and the black soap
Convincing all these newbies to ride with this hooligan
We can hit the mall or even take a city cruise again
Sipping on some juice and jam, brunching it up
Drink specials on the roof
Put some punch in your cup
I'm loving your strut
So go and strike a pose on the skyline
Day party vibes that we could link in the nighttime
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
Gettin' high with them bitches
Ride with them bitches
Slide with them bitches
Die to them bitches
Die with them bitches
I'm with them
And we do this shit like all the time
Every spring, I say the summer's mine
I'ma ride with my niggas
Slide with my niggas
Vibe with my niggas
Hide with my niggas
Die with them niggas
I'm with them
Know, we do this shit like all the time
Every spring, I say the summer's mine
[Verse 2: James Major]
You can tell this kid is amazing
Doing brunch, lunch, dinners on different occasions
Sipping drinks on vacations
You never even tripped on my patience
Probably because you see me get it
I'm the one niggas check for
And they gotta check for
Need several zeros in a row like connect for
Catch me on the next tour
Because I caught a wave of these MP3s
So come see how I export
[Verse 3: Mic Anthony]
And they be popping hella shit
But I'm out here
We lit again
Chilling with my friends
Keeping ice cold
Let me shit again
We ain't trying to chill with your girlfriend
She missing him
But it's summertime
And baby, I'm out here
You say so
Bump, bump, bump, and grind with no halo
Talk, text, tweet with freaks
Where the day go?
Sipping old wine
You're so slime
And baby girl know she doper in a coke line
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
Gettin' high with them bitches
Ride with them bitches
Slide with them bitches
Die to them bitches
Die with them bitches
I'm with them
And we do this shit like all the time
Every spring, I say the summer's mine
I'ma ride with my niggas
Slide with my niggas
Vibe with my niggas
Hide with my niggas
Die with them niggas
I'm with them
Know, we do this shit like all the time
Every spring, I say the summer's mine
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3. |
Martin Shkreli feat Drag
02:18
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[Intro: Mic Anthony]
I don't know nobody's name
I know a lot of people, I fuck with everybody
But I don't know nobody's name, dog
Like, I'm just a friendly nigga
[Verse 1: Relay]
Coastal conversations cause the harbor's warmer
Table tops sanded down with the marble corners
Foreign waiters bringing bread and some sparkled of water
To start the order. I got a glass of Arnold Palmer
An honored baller, these old heads gawk and ponder
Tailored garments got me going after all your daughters
Talking business over brunch and deadin' smaller offers
Time is money in this world. So if it's larger call us
Speculation rises when you bout your grind
Penny-pitching got these niggas lately dropping dimes
I'm not for crimes, you'll get smacked if you block my shine
Trip wires on the ground. Yeah, I ain't stopping mines
I hit the stage for a reset beat
Got the crowd in my hands, called the CSC
Rather on the west side or rocking EST
I'm on cam getting busy shouts the TSP
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I’m on my Martin Shkreli, met her at a telly
Reeces during recess, I chillin was with Spinelli
Life is not is a movie, I ain’t hyping up the belly
Losers isn’t choosers, you could loser what she tell me
I’m on my Martin Shkreli, met her at a telly
Reeces during recess, I chillin was with Spinelli
Life is not is a movie, I ain’t hyping up the belly
Losers isn’t choosers, you could loser what she tell me
[Verse 2: James Major]
We about to put our stamp in the game, you gonna remember that They talk a lot of shit, but quiet when you mention rap
So all the chatter don't matter we put an end to that
So you can have your plans foiled. I ain't talking Reynolds rap
I always get my point across you can send the stats
And off of music, yeah, we moving if that's bread attached
The bullshit You can send it back
Hella fly when I'm walking with my jump man's with the strap
[Verse 3: Drag]
Looking forward, niggas flows be mail ordered
They fail slaughtered, baptized, but don’t fear the water
It’s insane. My pain is Ukraine
My thoughts are Usain, think they hotter? Oh you playin
Enemy lines feeling closer than ever ike Halle Berry when I storm
To navigate through the weather not a Superman
No, there’s no "S" on my sweater
Never signed to Def Jam, but still gotta vendetta
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I’m on my Martin Shkreli, met her at a telly
Reeces during recess, I chillin was with Spinelli
Life is not is a movie, I ain’t hyping up the belly
Losers isn’t choosers, you could loser what she tell me
I’m on my Martin Shkreli, met her at a telly
Reeces during recess, I chillin was with Spinelli
Life is not is a movie, I ain’t hyping up the belly
Losers isn’t choosers, you could loser what she tell me
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4. |
New Spider
02:44
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[Intro: Mic Anthony]
I was on inside, east coast California with a deep fried
Yeah, I go, go, go, I don't even need a Left Eye
No, no, what you gonna do?
You ain't Goku, what you wanna step for?
You wanna talk shit, pop shit in bad mode
No, no, no, no, goes to the west coast
Oh, oh, yeah, oh, oh, no, oh
East side California, now I'm chillin' on the east side
Right now
[Verse 1: Mic Anthony]
Picked dreams over reality, so motherfuck a salary
My mind is like a gallery, negativity's allergy
Naturally make you killing, I'm feelin' Mickey and Mallory
Rollin' up off the Cali, G, catchin' bodies like calories
Missing her and on the weekends, by Thursday I'm playin' Valerie
Damn, and I ain't even got a plan
But life ain't got a meaning, so I ain't droppin' seamen
Sometimes a pussy is water and I be aqua feinin'
[Verse 2: James Major]
I'm living good, but be on the grind to getting more
Brand new, white air ones, when I hit the mall
And a nigga fresh to death, like I'm in the morgue
Delaware to Singapore, ball like I'm in DePaul
All you niggas hit the wall, we ridin' right past you
I'm a bachelor, but need a queen to my castle
We movin' to a better year, Vintage 07 gear
Movin' as a unit, keep it solid as Metal Gear
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I was up east side talking with a main, bitch
Drop, drop, pop, trynna roll the same shit
I was in the rain, bitch, but them bitches the way, bitch
I done done sippin' liquor on the same shit
This ain't so, can't go with the rain, bro
Turnin' up with devils on my level, you ain't hate Joe
Don't talk, don't hop, leave the bank down
What up, Nate, Joe? Joe, Nate, ho
[Verse 3: Relay]
These corporations cuttin' budgets to save
Backdoor politics to fool the public for plays
The sun shines for everyone, so I'm trustin' the shade
It's not a GPS glitch, but I'm stuck in my ways
Ay, this game is capped, I grabbed a gown, boy, I graduated
Needed space to peep the stars, still I gravitated
While niggas waiting for they shot, trust I'm vaccinated
Can't give opinions when the facts are stated
Yo, been on one a quarter of my drive, now we coincide
If these Def Jams goin' major, I'm takin' coincide
Farm deals gettin' fronted, now I control the pie
And split it four ways, first, no golden eye
See, most people rarely miss you when you're dead
These women do you worse and only hit you with your fed
That's why you never take the issues to your bed
Plus, if that chick feel another nigga
You'll be in a pickle for the bread
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
I was in the outside battle with the main, bitch
Turn, turn, wave, fuckin' with the same bitch
Shit being getting strange bitch, we gotta go
You in the rage, bitch, you ain't in the fade, babe
Love you like a space show
And that turn like a yo-yo
Everybody know we get it jumpin' like a pogo
Niggas wanna bring the bitches jumpin' like a photo
Outside, but we inside, yeah, oh
Fuck
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