1. |
Hate Me Too
04:31
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2. |
Bahamas
03:28
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[Intro]
I hope y'all enjoying y'all summer so far, man
Ridin' like I got a couple dollas in the grip
With my bahama mama (hey)
[Verse 1]
Peep game in the turnin' lane
Its all good if you bring yo' friends
9 times out of 10 we rollin' up smokin' the wind and toastin' up cups
And hope for the win when the game's over and the fame's over
No HST Range Rovers girl Colgate brush yo' teeth for you never should've came over
Well that bad business
She tried kissin' on a nigga so I had to duck
I dashed on her I mashed on her
My drink fell down and splashed on her
Now fast forward I'm way liver
These niggas is ugly cave spiders
I hate haters comin' from the 708 where I bring you that flavor
An' all that shit you sayin' we done heard before
You can't lie about who winnin' cause we know the score
She sippin' on M-O-S-C-A-T-O
She probably can't wait to go
Now I'm thinkin' bout the ratio
But she gettin' impatient though
[Hook:2X]
Ridin' like I got a couple dollas in the grip
With my bahama mama bout to take her on a trip
You can have the window
I can be your mentor
I can give you info
This what life was meant for
See rap shows near Joliet
Get tickets as low as $36
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[Verse 2]
I see clearer now since you been in my eyesight
An' I just wanna take you with me but most guys might
Just do the same blow the smoke when she want it
An' she comin' from outta town in the mornin' red eye flights
She on it
Damn she was on it yall
My phone got unlimited minutes but you my only call
Call me when you lonely I can cook you somethin' special if you hungry
And plus you know alot of girls want me
But you confident that you the one with vowels and consonants
You the whole alphabet
Every single country and continent that I've been to I ain't seen nothin' quite like you
You make a live nigga wanna write a haiku
You a good look, good cook wonderin' if yo' mama taught you that
Then we fine and I'll be done to bring you back from this vacation man, I took you on
Usually I'm right I could be wrong bout' you and me
But true indeed
We'll see
Its peace
[Hook:2X]
Ridin' like I got a couple dollas in the grip
With my bahama mama bout to take her on a trip
You can have the window
I can be your mentor
I can give you info
This what life was meant for
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3. |
Banco Populair
02:39
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[Verse 1]
Call me Banco Populair or Sir Michael the builder
I'm eatin' grilled grouper off the grill with Grizelda
That Porsche truck gold like the legend of Zelda
If you actin' hard as metal then my niggas'll weld ya
Boldy say go bad guy on 'em Rocko
These niggas sockholes, you a giant, colossal
Who the livest posse? Cliquot clique and Moet mob
Top notch Nautica nice guys, we set bars
We at the wet bar, no cash just cards
You tatted up but you can still get yo chest scarred
The SLR, bless this car
And the man that be whipping that left hand
Be grippin' the mahogany wheel, right hand be giving orders
Tell the waitress to bring over my lemon waters
Kinda parched baby girl
I been ballin' like a sportin' event cuz rap supportin' the rent
With endorsements from your favorite clothing lines and shit
Gets way deeper, beige Jeep and Aston capricorn captain
You know I'm gon' be flashing on these niggas, man
Bigger fish to fry so I'm gon' probably need a bigger pan
Saw the bigger picture, Brandon Jennings money, switching hands
[Verse 2]
I feel like I'm channeling things I can't even explain
Opportunity knocked, it called and it rang
And for a couple other niggas it was happenin' the same
My eyes closed on you hoes jackin' that slang
Wanna be the hottest but you lackin' that flame
I work niggas like I'm Jack Lalanne
Ay you I birth niggas, birth niggas' styles and things
Change, and run up if you think it's just a game
Yo the stars in alignment and the timing was perfect
4 figure coat but he wonder was it worth
Most niggas know the answer and the purpose
I'm the clothes copper, Call your
Bitch up, tell her let's go shoppin'
The Polo coppin' lot of new knowledge from the old doctrine
Jeweler man pass a good rock but he's no Stockton
The Rolex wrist watch, weed store, six options
Decisions, decisions, white widow or the granddaddy
Komodo dragon in the basement
Lion head fish from Indonesia in my fish tank
I served 'em up while I Bill Goldberged the blunt
Ultimate Warrior the weed I'm smoking like Rasheed...Wallace do
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4. |
Exing
03:15
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[Verse 1]
Call me Banco Populair or Sir Michael the builder
I'm eatin' grilled grouper off the grill with Grizelda
That Porsche truck gold like the legend of Zelda
If you actin' hard as metal then my niggas'll weld ya
Boldy say go bad guy on 'em Rocko
These niggas sockholes, you a giant, colossal
Who the livest posse? Cliquot clique and Moet mob
Top notch Nautica nice guys, we set bars
We at the wet bar, no cash just cards
You tatted up but you can still get yo chest scarred
The SLR, bless this car
And the man that be whipping that left hand
Be grippin' the mahogany wheel, right hand be giving orders
Tell the waitress to bring over my lemon waters
Kinda parched baby girl
I been ballin' like a sportin' event cuz rap supportin' the rent
With endorsements from your favorite clothing lines and shit
Gets way deeper, beige Jeep and Aston capricorn captain
You know I'm gon' be flashing on these niggas, man
Bigger fish to fry so I'm gon' probably need a bigger pan
Saw the bigger picture, Brandon Jennings money, switching hands
[Verse 2]
I feel like I'm channeling things I can't even explain
Opportunity knocked, it called and it rang
And for a couple other niggas it was happenin' the same
My eyes closed on you hoes jackin' that slang
Wanna be the hottest but you lackin' that flame
I work niggas like I'm Jack Lalanne
Ay you I birth niggas, birth niggas' styles and things
Change, and run up if you think it's just a game
Yo the stars in alignment and the timing was perfect
4 figure coat but he wonder was it worth
Most niggas know the answer and the purpose
I'm the clothes copper, Call your
Bitch up, tell her let's go shoppin'
The Polo coppin' lot of new knowledge from the old doctrine
Jeweler man pass a good rock but he's no Stockton
The Rolex wrist watch, weed store, six options
Decisions, decisions, white widow or the granddaddy
Komodo dragon in the basement
Lion head fish from Indonesia in my fish tank
I served 'em up while I Bill Goldberged the blunt
Ultimate Warrior the weed I'm smoking like Rasheed...Wallace do
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5. |
Reach
02:12
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I'm not like, you nigga's
I'm up, we grind
Rain sleet, hail snow
Or fuh-kin shine
Seen a lot of life, seen a lil death
Seen a lot of in between
Like a couple niggas go to sleep every night, but don't have no dreams
What's that? You got goals?
You gone live em? All out?
Brooks Brothers? Ferragamo?
Till your hair fall out?
Imma teach these kids everything that they don't know how
You said you was keeping it it real? Said you would hold it down?
But they lied, I'm providing a way out
You want dollas? Don't follow the safe route
Chances make champions
In a trance, when the plans better hand choke perspective
While dancing with death? I found out that it's stеps was always on the left foot, Just like I еxpect
Yo
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6. |
Sunshine
04:09
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[Intro]
I wanna hear every part of this beat man
I wanna hear every note
Let me get in my zone
Cause I'm finna' rock with yall
And you finna' rock with me too
Don't resist the feeling
Don't be scared of what you don't know
Ignorance is the true enemy of wisdom
We back, we bad, we bad
[Verse 1]
So just grab both knees as
I take my face a little higher than your kneecaps
But a little bit below your naval
You make me want to eat without setting the table
But uh, let me quit let me sippin' in a Saturday
I had a date with queen fettuccine with the lamborghini
The 1993 just like mine
Kinda had a lot of shit in common than we had like wines
By the looks of her
Size 6 in those Brooks Brothers canvas kicks
Her booty bigger than her waist but she can manage it
Smoking on the copa cabana
She hot and tryin' to get her tan on
Grabbed the Ipad and cut the tan on
She said her name was Lexie, lets see, sexy, lets leave
We can blow this joint like yesterday
And now she text me
Pictures of her sitting in her drawers
Saying maybe one day you can know the rest of me
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7. |
Few Good Things
01:35
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8. |
Coochie Crook
02:42
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9. |
Interlude
04:22
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10. |
Livin It Up
03:14
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[Hook:Trademark Da Skydiver]
We livin' it up
These niggas hatin' from the side cause they can't be down
I don't fuck around I'm on my grind like 365 year
When the weed gone an' the smoke clears
[Sir Michael Rocks]
I still be livin' it up
These niggas hatin' from the side cause they can't be down
Naw baby I don't fuck around
An' they don't know what we can't get
Man they so-so and that ain't this
An' we livin' it up
[Verse 1:Trademark Da Skydiver]
I'm just chillin' nothing new its the same mode
I'm fresh stepping out I'm never in plain clothes
I'm smokin' that friuty kush so I'm smelling like mangos
You know how the game goes
Sucka niggas is ?
Me and Mikey got it locked
We on top of them lame hoes
Bad bitches good weed and we seek more
From the Inno to Chi town we just lettin' the wind blow
Clouded up on that kush
Mama open the window
Cool Kids and the Jets they don't know what they in for
Me an' my nigga run this shit like we playin' Nintendo
I'm full of that indo I'm just sayin' it simple
Its real over here now run an' go spread that info
And thats word to my kin folk
I grind cause I been broke
All the top 365 I'm seein' them c-notes
She blunted out
An' I'm doobied up
But we gettin' cash
So we don't give a fuck(yeah)
[Hook:Trademark Da Skydiver]
We livin' it up
These niggas hatin' from the side cause they can't be down
I don't fuck around I'm on my grind like 365 year
When the weed gone an' the smoke clears
[Sir Michael Rocks]
I still be livin' it up
These niggas hatin' from the side cause they can't be down
Naw baby I don't fuck around
An' they don't know what we can't get
Man they so-so and that ain't this
An' we livin' it up
[Verse 1:Trademark Da Skydiver]
I'm just chillin' nothing new its the same mode
I'm fresh stepping out I'm never in plain clothes
I'm smokin' that friuty kush so I'm smelling like mangos
You know how the game goes
Sucka niggas is ?
Me and Mikey got it locked
We on top of them lame hoes
Bad bitches good weed and we seek more
From the Inno to Chi town we just lettin' the wind blow
Clouded up on that kush
Mama open the window
Cool Kids and the Jets they don't know what they in for
Me an' my nigga run this shit like we playin' Nintendo
I'm full of that indo I'm just sayin' it simple
Its real over here now run an' go spread that info
And thats word to my kin folk
I grind cause I been broke
All the top 365 I'm seein' them c-notes
She blunted out
An' I'm doobied up
But we gettin' cash
So we don't give a fuck(yeah)
[Hook:Trademark Da Skydiver]
We livin' it up
These niggas hatin' from the side cause they can't be down
I don't fuck around I'm on my grind like 365 year
When the weed gone an' the smoke clears
[Sir Michael Rocks]
I still be livin' it up
These niggas hatin' from the side cause they can't be down
Naw baby I don't fuck around
An' they don't know what we can't get
Man they so-so and that ain't this
An' we livin' it up
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11. |
Stage Lights
03:16
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[Verse 1]
It's the newly inaugurated hardly hated
Everybody love a player
Barbecue, Filet Mignon, Scallops on top player
Let's say a small prayer
Keep my cool Grey's greyer
My pool water's bluer
You just a captain save a Girl
What's up, what's the dilly?
I seen you feelin me at a couple shows
Cup a cup of that Rose mo
Next thing you know you comin out yo shell
See you can get comfortable
Just make yourself at home
Mi casa su casa
Don't worry bout the dishes baby
I can be Mufasa, you can be the Ms
I hate cats, but I can kiss your kitty
If you clip the whiskers
And we smoke that speaker system (Boom)
Aka that super loud
Dr. Dre and 50 had they time
You the future now
I'm just a fan of you
I'm handin you the mic girl
Hop on this bed and sing into it if you like girl
Sound check your vocals
Blowin up, you goin global from this room
Never local soundin like the house of [?]
[Verse 1]
It's the newly inaugurated hardly hated
Everybody love a player
Barbecue, Filet Mignon, Scallops on top player
Let's say a small prayer
Keep my cool Grey's greyer
My pool water's bluer
You just a captain save a Girl
What's up, what's the dilly?
I seen you feelin me at a couple shows
Cup a cup of that Rose mo
Next thing you know you comin out yo shell
See you can get comfortable
Just make yourself at home
Mi casa su casa
Don't worry bout the dishes baby
I can be Mufasa, you can be the Ms
I hate cats, but I can kiss your kitty
If you clip the whiskers
And we smoke that speaker system (Boom)
Aka that super loud
Dr. Dre and 50 had they time
You the future now
I'm just a fan of you
I'm handin you the mic girl
Hop on this bed and sing into it if you like girl
Sound check your vocals
Blowin up, you goin global from this room
Never local soundin like the house of [?]
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12. |
Deal Went Sour
03:21
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[Intro]
It was all good
And then the money came
[Hook]
If you hearing what I'm saying
Let me drop you a line
Situations can be changed at the drop of a dime
If you staying in your lane
Or you crossing the line
Goin' hard in the paint, you know how it go down
Something happened and the deal just went sour
Everybody just tryna get a little power
Something happened and the deal just went bad
Slow it down when you chasing after that cash
[Verse 1: Sir Michael]
I started with a box a week
50 phones came in the set
And UPS delivery'll leave it right on your steps
You get 250 for the Blackberry, 3 for the Iphone
Droids is 200, and the cash-out man names 100
Yo, we sell clothes by cell phones and sell chronic
Ah
Man this is who you call when all of your phones
Arrive at the spot and you break down the box, yo
I got a spot in Memphis where I send some of the shipments
Run 100 grand a month but that's none of your business
Taught to never hand a blunt to a nigga who can't look you in the eyes
When he ashin' and pass it, and
My passport looking elaborate and well-traveled
From the gravel pits to the open seas
Over 12 G's a week, nigga roll the trees
Sneak through the doors of wealth and now we holding the keys
As long as we in it for the right reason
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Sir Michael]
I told my lady I'll quit this shit soon as I get that R8
Like "Baby I admit this shit is risky and it's shifty
But I get a rush gettin' deluxe edition custom-fitted
Fendi Monogram leather jackets, so peep game"
I got addicted now I'm ordering from 5 names
At a time, plain as day to see the changes
From Ranges to 'Rari trucks, plus my name gettin bigger in the circle
Yea
We get money, split money, share the wealth
I got a box of the new Iphones
Supposed to arrive home at 6
Got the driver on the payroll so he don't need no signer
Leaving the barbershop, Drew hit me with the lineup
Everything was on schedule, everything was on time
But I looped around the block twice, something wasn't right
It was the drop, the truck stopped and out hopped the cops
Guess this is where the buzz stops, it's like the drug stopped
[Intervention Skit]
"Freeze! Get on the ground Asshole!"
"Get the Fuck off me man!"
"It's Over!!"
"Man, Get the fuck off me man!"
"Get his ass!!"
[Hook]
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13. |
Nympho
03:10
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[Chorus: Like]
Let me getcha' info
That is if you a nympho
Straight f*****, no intro
Bend over let me show you what you in fo'
Nympho
Nympho
Straight f*****, no intro
Bend over let me, let me, let me
[Verse 1: Like]
Ok, Keisha, met her at Trader Joe's
Right up on 3rd and Labrea, was with a gang of hoes
Big ol' ass, cute face and painted toes
We in aisle 3 you know a nigga played the role
Actin' like I'm lookin' for something specific
She know I'm really tryin' to get the digits, cuz i just want to hit it
The way she grabbed the peanut butter did it started bendin' over slow like she strippin' on the pole
She looked back at me and bit her bottom lip
I could see it in her eyes she could ride a dick
Bus pass with her ass poked I dropped the dip
I grabbed her hand, we talked a bit
She said she from Seattle on some model shit
I told her I got cameras she can model wit'
Told her I got connections she can party wit'
Won't you come over tonight and we can politic
She asked me where the nuts was at, "I got a pair of unsalted could you fuck with that?", she laughed
Fo' I forget lemme getcha info well, that is if you a nympho
[Chorus: Like]
Let me getcha' info
That is if you a nympho
Straight f*****, no intro
Bend over let me show you what you in fo'
Nympho
Nympho
Straight f*****, no intro
Bend over let me, let me, let me
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yeah
We in the golden nugget diner like we own the joint
Passin' syrup round' the table, butter knives cuttin' the waffles they crispy, this is live as it gets G
She say she listen to Ab-Liva and Push T
You sellin' weak weed your better off pushin' tea
You got a flash on that iphone? Certainly
Smile for the camera phone thats perfect, your friend will take the picture if she figure how to work it
She said text me yo' numba' my phone ain't got no service in this building if you feelin' how I'm feelin' then we need the connect
And I just need yo' respect, not a piece of yo' check
And while she talkin' to me I'm steady thinkin' of sex and now we walkin' to the parking lot she lookin' at me
Flickin' her keys while she givin' her speech
I had to get the brains man, she gave me all her info
I think she was a nympho
[Chorus: Like]
Let me getcha' info
That is if you a nympho
Straight f*****, no intro
Bend over let me show you what you in fo'
Nympho
Nympho
Straight f*****, no intro
Bend over let me, let me, let me
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14. |
Summer Song
03:09
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Yo, What's the science with it?
I'm talking all white cuffie, Cartiers and a Lions fitted
I used to want a huffy and to try and get it
I was cutting grass like a motherfucker, I admit it
That humidity was literally heavy
In the wrong place get chased like Chevy
Niggas broke like levees, and they talking 'bout the finer things?
My celly steady he get his calls from a lot of queens
I'm by the book, botta-boom botta-bing
A lot of kings, a lot of rooks, ain't no pawns on my team
Stay calm in between, this shit is a balance beam
One hand wash the other
A suntan cutie came to me and was like "Damn, Mike no wonder
You must have switched cribs, I ain't seen you all summer though"
Damn baby if you want to know
I got the same phone number and trees if you want to smoke
[Hook: Latif]
The way it's coming out I'm feeling like it's going to be a summer song
So why don't you go ahead, turn it up, put one in the air or something
A pair of fresh J's, Cartiers, throw them in the carry on
(Feel the warm, feel the breeze) Summer, summer, summer song
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Put the pen to it and do you a favor, it's major
Ice water dripping with the flavor
You can't copy, drinking Asti Spumante
We scoop sand up from right under the palm tree
And then let the wind blow it away
Because that's representative of how we're doing o.k
I'm chill, first hit the elevator to the lobby
They're partying like somebody's going away
But besides all that though, I'm a slick cat, smooth gato
Hate jalapeños on the nachos, they're too spicy
Hop out the old school with the new Nikes
Blue like the Tampa Bay Lightning
I like them old joints though, new cars don't excite me
Except that R8 or the Aston Martin
It was looking like a shark when I passed it in traffic
Double dutch jumping on the corners when we passed it
[Hook]
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15. |
Over and Over
03:02
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[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
She was a ho hoppin beginner (hey)
I'm hopin I could penetrate (hey)
I'm hopin I can rock her without going on a dinner date
She's smoking hot, her game plan is to make a nigga wait
She treat the pussy like a cash prize give away
We can start on Wednesday, two girls named Lindsey
With the Cartier lens frames on, if you broke you shoulda just stay home
Cus if you with your chick she could just split and leave you alone
I'm Mike, I'm trippin just type your digits when I give you my phone
I'm a role model for niggas who had Ninja Turtles in their toy box
Now we're taking gold bottles to the voice box (Yeah)
To the head, to the neck, 'til we gotta stop
She hotter than a junkies hands when he got a rock
And I dun locked her in, locked her in the proper trance
Her man had her in a trap like a Waka Flocka fan
Poppin pop everywhere he can, you better stop it man
You know that girl just gonna do it again
[Hook: Phil Ade]
We might be doing something wrong but tonight it feels right
So tell me what you want, it's whatever you like
We can do it over and over again (again), we can do it over and over again (again)
Cus one is not fun, its two, maybe three
We can do this every single night of the week girl
We can do it over and over again (again), we can do it over and over again (again)
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16. |
Foreign Features
02:33
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Sir Michael Rocks Chicago, Illinois
No artist has pivoted the cultural zeitgeist more in the past decade than Sir Michael Rocks. When Banco isn't rewriting the rules of modern fashion, he shifts the sounds of popular music. From The Cool Kids to his solo projects Michaels' stuck on forward. ... more
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