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New Slaves

[Verse 1]
My momma was raised in an era when,
Clean water was only served to the fairer skin
Doing clothes you would have thought I had help
But they was not satisfied unless I picked the cotton myself.
You see its broke nigga racism
That's that "Do not touch anything in the store"
And there's a rich nigga racism
That's that "Come here, please buy more"
What you want a Bentley, fur coat and diamond chain?
All you blacks want all the same things
Used to only be niggas play me now everybody
Spending everything on Alexander Wang
New Slaves

[Hook]
You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

You see it's leaders and there's followers
But I'd rather be a dick than a swallower

[Verse 2]
I throw these keys Maybach
I wear my heart on sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They hate throwing at me
Want me to stay at ease
Fuck you and your corporation
Y'all niggas can not control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I'm about to wild the fuck out
I'm going Bobby Boucher
I know that is not the pussy free
You pussy niggas, is not the me
Y'all throwing contracts at me
You know that niggas can not read
Throw on some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c'est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y'all niggas can not fuck with me
Y'all niggas can not fuck with Ye
Y'all niggas can not fuck with Ye
I'll move my family out the country
So you can not see where I stay
So go and grab the Reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they'll confuse us with some bullshit like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that's that private prison owned
Get your piece today
They Probably all in the Hamptons
Braggin '' bout their maid
Fuck you and your Hampton house
I'll fuck your spouse Hampton
Came on her blouse Hampton
Hampton and in her mouth
Y'all 'bout to turn shit up
I'm 'bout to tear shit down
I'm 'bout to shit out of water
Now what the fuck they gon 'say now?

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Bliss

[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh baby, the day you stepped into my world
You noticed I'm the kind of girl who loves her diamonds and white pearls
So tempt me to jet away in London
To sip on some tea, you surprise me with gifts from Tiffany
Ohh (La la la la la la la la)
I love the way we livin 'boy
But my daddy say, "You do not need that boy"
So let's run away, let's run away
Momma say I'm too young for love
And lovin 'you is all I'm thinkin' of
My heart Tells me that you're the one
It's the feeling you give, it is

[Hook: Teyana Taylor]
Pure bliss
Like you've got the key to my heart
Simple as a touch and a kiss
Never knew a feeling like this
Pure bliss, pure bliss
Nobody can tear us apart
Baby it's as good as it gets
(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)
Loving you will never be hard
This is pure bliss

[Verse 2: John Legend]
I remember when the pilot closed the door
Said it's time for lift off
You said, "What'd you choose me for?"
But do not ever wonder
Cause you deserve the best
Once you reach the top
You'll never question why you left
Oh, my world is yours
What you waitin 'for?
Let's run away, let's run away
Our friends, say we're crazy
But we can not listen baby
They've never had it like this
They do not know what it is

[Hook: John Legend & Teyana Taylor]
Pure bliss
Like you've got the key to my heart
Simple as a touch and a kiss
Never knew a feeling like this
Pure bliss, pure bliss
Nobody can tear us apart
Baby it's as good as it gets
(Kiss kiss kiss kiss)
Loving you will never be hard
This is pure bliss

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Creepers

Yeah, I see you waitin 'over there
See you jockin 'over there
See you lookin 'at my girl over here
Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?
Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare
Turn my head and hey
I see you waitin 'over there
I see you jockin 'over there
Thinkin 'bout your own life
Why you talkin '' bout the young, you dig?
I'm just doin 'my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know and they think they know
They deal it for real
I'm just doin 'my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know, and they think they know
They deal it for real
I'm just doin 'my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

I do not love who I am so I'm workin 'on a fix
I do not need a bitch trying to take my mind off my grip
If I had one wish it'd be to have more wishes, duh
f*** tryna make it rhyme, throw them stones, with your bitch ass
Cutting me deep and even though I bleed I stand alone
I'll be alone, heart of a lion still shining on your sucka ass
Work it, work it, work it, for inner peace
Fightin 'for the freedom of my soul, I can hear the speech
Yeah I mumble while I'm trippin 'on so many pills
Hah, they figured that they know a nigga

Yeah, I see you waitin 'over there
See you jockin 'over there
See you lookin 'at my girl over here
Why you worried 'bout this girl over here?
Keep your eyes over there, it is creepy when you stare
Turn my head and hey
I see you waitin 'over there
I see you jockin 'over there
Thinkin 'bout your own life
Why you talkin '' bout the young, you dig?
I'm just doin 'my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know and they think they know
They deal it for real
I'm just doin 'my thang, if you know what I mean, get it right
And they think they know, and they think they know
They deal it for real
I'm just doin 'my thang, if you know what I mean, yo

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Higher

[Intro: The Dream]
Look at your money
Momma Ooh, this could be you
On the right side of this drop
Ooh momma, throw it in reverse
I call that back it up and drop a
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Baby, baby baby, baby baby
Oh, girl I think that she like
I got that shit that the make niggas wanna fight
I got that shit that make-bitches act right
Make bitches act out of spite, aiight
Oh momma, I got that bomb
I got that shit the make your ass go run
My shit, not make niggas get guns
But the white girls say, "Where you get that cool beat from?"

[Hook: The Dream]
She love it (She love it)
Every beat of the drum, she sprung
She say I make her wanna touch it
She love it (She love it)
She make me wanna touch it
I love it (I love it)
We Buzzin ', yeah
Higher than a motherf***er
Higher than a motherf***er
Higher than a motherf***er, yeah

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Yeah, I've been known to chase 'em
Known to replace 'em
Shoe game outta this world, I outer space 'em
Known to have a hundred and one, like Dalmatians
Maybe if she special enough, I'll glass case her
Get caught cheating and I gotta let you stick me up
Let you shop 'til you drop as a pick-me-up
Bergdorf bandit, Barnies for the Burglary
But these bands lift the whole store like Hercules
Get Raunchy in Givenchy, my palm reads
Passports Pinot Noir in arm's reach
Paddle shiftin ', push-button, no car keys
The penthouses are poolside with palm trees

[Hook: The Dream]
She love it (She love it)
Every beat of the drum, she sprung
She say I make her wanna touch it
She love it (She love it)
She make me wanna touch it
I love it (I love it)
We Buzzin ', yeah
Higher than a motherf***er
Higher than a motherf***er
Higher than a motherf***er, yeah

[Verse 2: Mase]
Uh, one-two one-two guess who back again
Uh, Harlem in this-what? Yeezy let in Manhattan
Get my mic right, turn my levels up
Get the light right, turn my bezel up
You hear the bounce on it, go and throw your mouth on it
So many ghosts in my garage they think my house haunted
Long as my buckle say Hermes, the rumors I'm not concerned with
They want to garnish my earnings before I send it I burn it
You know them people too convinced that my money's gettin 'rinsed
Her Louis seven inch, they TMZ me through my tint
I bumped into Loon he's like, "Well, as-salamu alaykum"
You know I is not Muslim my nigga, I'm about my bacon
The shot niggas takin 'you'd think I'm rollin' 'round with Reagan
A Mexican landscape and come rake in what I'm makin '
Think you blew me up with your bougie butt
But you is not the slow me up, I'm on the charts, you move me up
I'm like a drug overlord, my jewelry's overboard
It's hard to believe the dollar sign e-even know the Lord
Already wrote it off, so just ignore the cost
So when I'm rollin 'off I'm showin' off with no remorse
Sh'mon

[Hook: The Dream]
We Buzzin ', yeah
Higher than a motherf***er
Higher than a motherf***er
Higher than a motherf***er, yeah

[Outro: Cocaine 80s]
bitch hold smoke longer
Choke hold so strong, broke your armor
Now you're wide open, right?
You ain'ta even smokin 'right
bitch hold the smoke
Cough hope, Harpo
Gotcha knocked out, now you know you're smokin 'loud
You're higher than a motherf***er
High in this bitch, high as a motherf***er
I'm high and this bitch fine as a motherf***er
I'm high as a motherf***er
I hear sirens, she dying in this motherf***er
Moment of silence for this motherf***er
I'm just higher than a motherf***er
I'm higher than a motherf***er
I'm higher than a mother-

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The One

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I'm standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it's gonna be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I'm a motherf***in 'soldier
And I'ma be here till it's done
And when they asking who I'm is, shit
You just tell them that I'm the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I'm the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I'm the one, baby
Yeah, I'm the one, baby
Since God gave his only begotten son, baby
It's hard preachin 'the gospel to the slums lately
So I had to put the church on the drums, baby
You on a run, baby
You on a run, baby
You think you free but you a slave to the funds, baby
You think you had, but you is not the me, what you done lately?
Mhm that's cool but I've been Runnin 'on the sun, baby
We on a galaxy that haters can not visit
That's my reality so get off my Scott Disick
If you ever held a title belt you would know how Michael felt
Tyson, Jackson, Jordan - Michael Phelps
Yeah, had to take it to another realm
Cause everything around me got me underwhelmed
Best way to describe my position is at the helm
Best way to describe my new whip - Yeeeaaaalmmp

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I'm standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it's gonna be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I'm a motherf***in 'soldier
And I'ma be here till it's done
And when they asking who I'm is, shit
You just tell them that I'm the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I'm the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
I told the Detroit I'ma f***in 'get it
I told my brother we'll be f***in 'winnin'
Ye told me I'm the man for the job
So I told my mom, call her's up and tell 'em that she quittin'
Started off in that Chevrolet, but it's Ferraris I gotta drive
I'm on HBO with my Entourage
I'm 5'9 "f*** a 9 to 5
I need a hundred million no compromise
I'm a double XL nigga
Magazine and condom size
See what I've seen and be traumatized
I do not wait, I marinate, variate erryday
Erry state, sold out, f*** around and need a Barricade
My weed loud I need a hearing aid
Livin 'life behind a pair of shades
I be a billionaire if I could get a dollar
For all the bullshit that I hear a day
I did it

[Hook: Marsha Ambrosius]
The storm is on the horizon
I'm standing here alone
Got a pistol on my hip
And it's gonna be some shit
If you want it then bring it on
See I'm a motherf***in 'soldier
And I'ma be here till it's done
And when they asking who I'm is, shit
You just tell them that I'm the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I'm the one
(One, one, one)
Tell them that I'm the one

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
Treat the back seat like a sofa bed
Break bread with my niggas, call it profit share
This some good shit, but it get better
And yeah my bitch cold, thin sweater nigga
Like my verse and the beat leather suede
Just tryin 'to stay above sea level
When my nigga went to jail, I said, "Free Gucci"
I done bought so much shit, I should get free Gucci
Bought my baby momma anaconda bags
I should not have bought it all
I Should've went and cut the grass
Snake ass niggas in my f***in 'face
Bring your girl here nigga so I could f*** her face
Yeah I run this place, this is cash mill swag
niggas treadmillin 'goin' nowhere fast
Sittin 'courtside at the Hawks game
Louie's on, I could trip a f***in 'ball player

[Outro: James Fauntleroy (x2)]
f*** yeah, awesome, yeah I lost some of my mind
And then I found weed was really kind of awesome
It's possible, goddamn right
I've been honest the whole time

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