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1. |
CALLIN' (ft. Mike River)
02:35
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This feeling feeling like the feeling that I prayed for
I made a goal to make a million and I made more
A dollar’s nothing but a dollar when you ain’t poor
And I’m balling, call it what you want but I found my calling
Step up on the scene like boy what seems to be the problem
Pass my dog the heat and after I proceed to dog them
Unless you see the cost it’s best that you just heed the caution
Cause Stephen so cold stone cold Steve Austin
What?
Stone Cold Steve Austin
Leave them on hold when the hoes be calling
What?
And they sho’ll be calling
But I put a ring on it I don’t know these Gollums
Boss of my label because they labeled me as bossy
Saw it as a flaw but now I’m flossing and I’m saucy
Heads bobbing because I’m witty got that Whitney and that Bobby
That crack music, that matter of fact music
That new Southernplayalisticadillacmusic
For Jacktown Ju’s whether you black or you Jewish
Nordic Track cuts because the track got you moving
No cap 5th Child keep them moving like a gif file
This feeling feeling like the feeling that I prayed for
I made a goal to make a million and I made more
A dollar’s nothing but a dollar when you ain’t poor
And I’m balling, call it what you want but I found my calling
Underground king and the crown’s not Falling
Seem the way I ball keep a hater eyeballing
Oh my God, no snakes in my garden
Chop them in the blades, blades chopping on the foreign
I’m straight, God’s glory got me feeling gorgeous
Different from the norm and so the drip is so enormous
Yes I can perform, the question’s if you can afford it
Got a family time feed now, can it with that freestyle
Call Trina, keep my manager on speed dial
Playa pay the fee or you gonna make her bring the beast out
And I could tour but truthfully I’m torn
Because the money come to me when I just wake up in the morning
True to my core but I’m gonna stick it to the corporates
Kicking in the door, I want the license and endorsements
I’m overcharging cats for what they did to Reese and Bigellow
But for my niggas though....
This feeling feeling like the feeling that I prayed for
I made a goal to make a million and I made more
A dollar’s nothing but a dollar when you ain’t poor
And I’m balling, call it what you want but I found my calling
This feeling feeling like the feeling that I prayed for
I made a goal to make a million and I made more
A dollar’s nothing but a dollar when you ain’t poor
And I’m balling, call it what you want but I found my calling
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2. |
JUNETEENTH
03:43
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Pull up to the party in my new sneaks
Plenty women here, I’m talking two a piece
About to make it rain until the roof leaks
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
Top five nigga D.O.A
I’m just down south stacking up my Frito-Lay
It’s people out here eating, I want me a taste
Promise any drought or a recession, we gonna be okay
Lord protect me from the devil leading me astray
Occupations insecure, I’m talking Issa Rae
But I’m a hustler so the money is coming either way
Coming from deserted land, that stress is just a piece of cake
Now I need my forty acres, now I need a lake
Parisian maids, two mimosas baby, s’il vous plait
Black man flourishing, they never thought they’d see the day
Back when America was fighting not to free the slaves
Now we popping Ace of Spades, pour it on their graves
Make them devils mad, use a rebel flag to wipe my J’s
Let me turn on my location if you don’t like my ways
I ain’t ask for none of your acceptance, let me ride my wave
And get out my way
Pull up to the party in my new sneaks
Plenty women here, I’m talking two a piece
About to make it rain until the roof leaks
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
Put a finger to the ceiling if you’re feeling free
Presidential treatment in the V.I.P
Platinum status, they don’t never need to see ID
They know we notorious for doing it B-I-G
That’s just automatic, ain’t no static from the P-I-G’s
Ain’t it crazy how they hate you but they want to be you
They just love your art, fake smiling like the Mona Lisa
You want the movie, then you’ve got to take the bonus features
Gotta post it on the Gram, because if we don’t you won’t believe us
We savvy to them serpents so they won’t deceive us
Humble once upon a time but now we do them so egregious
Be hold a genius, hood famous, we the chosen leaders
Everybody’s working in my circle, we dispose of leeches
Make a toast to the days when we were broke dreamers
And all my niggas who ain’t make it that was supposed to meet us
If you ask me why I’m flashy in my lifestyle
You could not imagine all the times I prayed for right now
Pull up to the party in my new sneaks
Plenty women here, I’m talking two a piece
About to make it rain until the roof leaks
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
Put a finger to the ceiling if you’re feeling free
Listen when the truth speaks, guidance often comes in silence
You don’t really want equality, you want compliance
That’s why I made the soundtrack for the defiant
Put passion over plaques and my blackness over tyrants
Cast stones at giants, flash bombs and sirens
Black poems and pride, we won’t last long divided
Our pasts prone to violence because we been fighting all our lives
Any moment of trouble know I can call my tribe
For every time they made you doubt if you was qualified
We gonna make sure they can see us balling, don’t apologize
First they colonize, then they want to compromise
Try to jock the vibe, I’ll be honest though, I’m not surprised
Pull up to the party in my new sneaks
Plenty women here, I’m talking two a piece
About to make it rain until the roof leaks
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
And we gonna get it popping like it’s Juneteenth
Put a finger to the ceiling if you’re feeling free
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3. |
YOU NEVER KNOW
03:04
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Dripping in ambition from my head to toe
What would happen if you never quit
You never know, you never know, you never know
Gotta live with them regrets if you let it go
Niggas talking greasy but whatever though
I be so ahead they couldn’t see me with a telescope
We ain’t even peers and I swear I try to tell them folks
I am not no punchline rappers, I ain’t telling jokes
Say it with your chest when you address a goat
Any disrespect is getting checked so expect a ghost
Niggas ain’t ill since we hit them with that second dose
My pen ultimate, we killing them this episode
Never in a stressing mode, cozy in my whereabouts
Knowing that the gang is on Ang, they gonna air it out
Show me what you care about, apparently the clout
Where I’m from your big homie would be scared to leave the house
Down South I could hear the two things from momma’s room
Gun shots bucking in the night and the sonic boom
I’m sick of murders like I’m sick of hearing auto tune
Sick of A & R’s overlooking if you’re not a coon
Dripping in ambition from my head to toe
What would happen if you never quit
You never know, you never know, you never know
Gotta live with them regrets if you let it go
You’re so close to the blessings that you’re headed for
What would happen if you never quit
You never know, you never know, you never know
Gotta live with them regrets if you let it go
Who would’ve thunk, we would’ve grew up in a slum
Shoot, let the data tell it, we was doomed from the jump
Slung tunes out the trunk, went to school in the swamp
Now a nigga’s elevated and I’m doing what I want
Give me room, give me room, let me pass, let me through
Give me cash, all I’m asking is the racks that I’m due
Put so many niggas on that I should’ve had a label
Gave them game, worked the boards, what you bringing to the table
Oh, my Lord, what a shame, to the grave from the cradle
I’m just doing what I’m made for, case closed
Say bro, watch your mouth, the world moves how you say so
Could be the greatest story never told but you’d never know
Dripping in ambition from my head to toe
What would happen if you never quit
You never know, you never know, you never know
Gotta live with them regrets if you let it go
You’re so close to the blessings that you’re headed for
What would happen if you never quit
You never know, you never know, you never know
Gotta live with them regrets if you let it go
Used to play it safe, now I wager faith
So if they ask me how I did it, say amazing grace
I want them to call me crazy when they hear this stuff
My biggest problem was I wasn’t dreaming big enough
And then they called me conceited because they couldn’t see it
If you can’t find no inspiration then you’ve got to be it
Do you believe it? You’ve got to let it grow
I’ve seen a lot of lives changed in one moment so you never know
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4. |
SAY HER NAME
05:15
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It was all a dream, or maybe a nightmare
When we gotta fight back but they never fight fair
It was a nice scene, Breonna was right there
Getting her nails done up in a high chair
Wearing her best smile, rocking her best dress
She could realize through my eyes that I felt stressed
Approached her like “Peace, Queen”
She told me “I’m well, Blessed”
She asked if I’m still mad
I shouted like hell yes
Understand, Princess, you took bullets that wasn’t yours to begin with
From three pigs, sadly only one of them was sentenced
And that was light, justice wasn’t served, we ain’t satisfied
The badges lied, they done passed the line, you ain’t have to die
And as I cry, I don’t need no tissue
The only shots they took they said was wrong was when they missed you
It’s a shame and we can’t let it ever be in vain
So as long as I’m alive, say her name, say her name
It was all a dream, or maybe a nightmare
When we gotta fight back but they never fight fair
Now it was a nice scene, Aiyana was right there
Eating some ice cream, holding a white bear
Plats with barrettes and a dimple in her cheek
Laughing at the ladybugs tickling her feet
Slowly I approached, I was hesitant to speak
She looked at me like “Mister, why you looking with defeat”
I feel like I failed you
The babies is supposed to be protected
You was peacefully asleep when they was pulling out they weapon
Flash bang through the window, then bang to through your temple
On The First 48 adding injury to insult
And even with the evidence to prove it wasn’t sweet
Mistrial, mistrial then the killer walked free
It’s a shame but we can’t let it ever be in vain
So as long as I’m alive, say her name, say her name
It was all a dream, or maybe a nightmare
When we gotta fight back but they never fight fair
It was a nice scene and Sandy was right there
Palm rolling locks as she twisted her nice hair
It’s all about self-care and positive energy
It told her “Baby girl, they’re trying to tarnish your memory”
She said that it’s alright because I’m gonna pray for my enemies
I told her “You tripping, them devils wild, they don’t deserve your forgiveness”
All he had to do was serve you a ticket and that was trash too
Dash cam proved you did everything he asked you
Even when he opened the door and threatened to snatch you
Slam you on the grass when you could’ve been starting grad school
Misdemeanor charge for the officer involved
After all of that the punishment was get another job
It’s a shame and we can’t let it ever be in vain
So as long as I’m a live say her name, say her name
It was all a dream, or maybe a nightmare
When we gotta fight back but they never fight fair
It was a nice scene, Atatiana was right there
Controller in hand, playing Call of Duty: Ghosts with the fam
Eyes focused, she was smoking them, man, You can imagine
She was annoyed when I arrived with a face full of sadness, like
“Pause the game. Son, you killing my vibe”
How can I not when they killing my tribe
Hear a rustle, ain’t no critters outside, grab your piece
To protect the castle, seconds later then you catching slugs from police
I got a nephew and a niece, and they see me as a star
And my life matters, they don’t need to see me in a jar
So I’m screaming out my lungs as I’m beating on my heart
Pull a gun on black women, boy you weak and you a mark
It’s a shame, but we can’t let it ever be in vain
So as long as I’m alive say her name, say her name
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5. |
ALARM CLOCK
02:31
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First things first, you don’t get to validate me
I’m a self-made nigga, that mean ain’t nobody make me
Except in 86, back when Herb and Stephany made a baby
Ever since then I’ve been calling shots on the daily
Call me shy, call me crazy
Call me if you need the job done
Never been to Queens but I’m every bit of God’s son
Played this joint for Jesus, he said “Chizzle, boy you got one
When you coming back, we’ve been waiting on you to drop something”
Let them wait, I’m talking to myself
I got married, I got paper, I got on my mental health
Soul food tastes better when it’s sitting in the crock pot
Thoughts marinate, hit the plate, then it’s nonstop
Snacks on wax when I’m faced with the long shot
Straight when they hate, watch they face when the bomb drop
Swish, that’s what it sounds like when the song stop
Celebrate the race, we don’t wait until we on top
Dreamers never sleep and sleepers never see their dreams
That’s just how it goes, ain’t nothing in between
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up do your thing
Get your cash, get your money, get your paper, get your cream, king
Dreamers never sleep and sleepers never see their dreams
That’s just how it goes, ain’t nothing in between
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up do your thing
Get your cash, get your money, get your paper, get your cream, queen
I don’t wanna force it, I would rather forfeit
Rather be the big guy, they would rather orbit
I’m the undefeated champ, might as well endorse it
5 strike logo hat leaning on my forehead
Pay me what I ask for, do not stop the cash flow
You know I gotta add it to my WaveApps dashboard
We be all in Mexico, stamping in the passport
Posted with the wife, thick, fine, all natural
God is good
Make it bounce, make it count, you know how I do it
Youngin’s call me OG cause they know me I be proud to school them
Told them about the hurdles and I showed them how to power through it
Independent money can be lovely ask me how I know it
I’m a star, I’m a work of art
Hashtag goals, write my autograph in tire marks
What else you expect when you see somebody grind this hard
Small town guy, big dreams make it mighty far
Dreamers never sleep and sleepers never see their dreams
That’s just how it goes, ain’t nothing in between
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up do your thing
Get your cash, get your money, get your paper, get your cream, king
Dreamers never sleep and sleepers never see their dreams
That’s just how it goes, ain’t nothing in between
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up do your thing
Get your cash, get your money, get your paper, get your cream, queen
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Independent women, them the only ones for me
If she need it then she get it, she ain’t begging for a thing
If she doing good without it, then she ready for a ring
If she flipping out about it better cut her from the team
Now if she hold you down, she deserve to be your queen
You ain’t wit it let her know and don’t be selling her a dream
Cause we grown and ain’t no point of leading women by a string
When it’s plenty who ain’t looking for commitment, just a fling
That’s communication, let me show you the light
I mean illumination
Adding to each other, that’s a new equation
That’s where the solution lies
What you know about that upgrade, I’m talking super-size
And I’m gonna take a swin, Hell yea, I’m gonna scuba dive
Kill it like she want me to, I guess you call it euthanized
That’s right, and we don’t do it for the gram
Baby, we ain’t gotta prove what we already understand
Woosah, Woosah, Got me feeling like
Woosah, Woosah, That’s my baby though
Woosah, Woosah, That’s for clarity
All we really needed was a little couple’s therapy
Woosah, Woosah, Got me feeling like
Woosah, Woosah, That’s my baby though
Woosah, Woosah, That’s for clarity
All we really needed was a little couple’s therapy
Independent niggas, they the only ones for me
If he need it then he get it, he ain’t begging for a thing
If he taking care of businesses and he treat you like a queen
Cool, but if he for the street don’t try to change it, set him free
Now if he hold it down, then respect him as a king
You ain’t trying to settle down, then just say that, let it be
Ain’t official, we just fishing and it’s plenty in the sea
So don’t be catching feelings and be losing self-esteem
I need communication,
Trust and understanding and a little patience
Touch me like I told you, ooh that feels amazing
Zaddy what you do to me
I’m gonna have to tip him, I’m gonna have to add gratuity
We gonna make it hot, we gonna take it to a new degree
You know what you doing with this beauty, baby you a beast
That’s right, and we don’t do it for the image
Til death do us part, from the start to the finish
Woosah, Woosah, Got me feeling like
Woosah, Woosah, That’s my baby though
Woosah, Woosah, That’s for clarity
All we really needed was a little couple’s therapy
Woosah, Woosah, Got me feeling like
Woosah, Woosah, That’s my baby though
Woosah, Woosah, That’s for clarity
All we really needed was a little couple’s therapy
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7. |
FOR THE RECORD
02:57
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I ain’t no rapper no more
That label don’t fit in my crown
I never fit in no crowd
I’m sick of sticking around
I’m finna drift in the clouds
Mountain Olympus bound
No I don’t belong on no list
Gimmicks was never my style
I gave y’all several discs
Gave you the drip in a drought
Gave you the keys to the game
When most never figured it out
Rocking unlimited crowds
Reaching all demographics
When rappers was selling you coke
I was just giving you classics
I’ve never had a chain
But I just own all my masters
I never went by the book
But I could quote all the chapters
I know the before and afters
Lies and the golden statues
The idols they told you would make you whole
But it’s so unnatural
The soul is eternal
The gun is a weapon and so is a journal
You war with flesh and blood
I’m beefing with Dante’s Inferno
Rappers don’t get involved
This one here just doesn’t concern you
Blast from a different bomb
Glass of truth splashed with a swig of Psalms
With faith the size of a seed that you can fit in your palms
Cast mountains into the sea if the doubt and leading you wrong
Be feeding you what you need, you just think I’m singing a song
Come on
All of that loving is fake
Purely infatuation
They don’t wanna let you be great
They’d rather cancel your greatness
Shovel the dirt on your name
Seeing you fall is amazing
They get some satisfaction
The internet giveth and taketh
You ain’t been broke in a minute
Now you a minute from breaking
Popular people don’t make mistakes
You are clearly mistaking
Life of the rich and famous
It comes with the territory
People will write your ending
When you just want to share your story
And I’ve had my share of glory
Trust me, that feeling is fleeting
Niggas who never had the only ones feel that they need it
Cycle keep getting repeated
When will they ever learn
The fire that’s living inside you
You’ve got to let it burn
You’ve got to let it burn
Oh, you’ve got to let it burn
We only get one life, you don’t get a second turn
Consider that lesson learned
The second a check is earned
Gotta decide, God or your pride
Which director you serve
Christ or a revenue curve
Partner we been in the black
Something from nothing
You’re looking at the inventors of that
Times are a-changing, we no longer sit in the back
And hip hop is ours until we say that we’re finished with that
For the record
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8. |
GOAT EMOJI
04:12
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Every time I dropped it was worth the wait
Just had to sprinkle the garnish on the serving plate
We up now and “The Birth” was just the first of 8
Turn fans to fam make the words relate
Rep solidified, checks intensified
This goat yoga, you gotta stretch to criticize
Die a hero or live to become vilified
And never heal until you swallow that pill of pride
Feel the vibe, y’all rap but don’t be saying shit
Dreadlock Rasta about to show you who you playing with
Check the yellow wire, y’all talk but ain’t displaying it
Can’t reason with heathens, gotta go to the grave wit it
I got life now what I do with that amazing gift
Took it out the box, showing y’all what you could make of it
Building with the blocks, grip your goals and never let go
Faith it until you make it, Pray until you feel the echo
Racks on racks, counting stacks by my lonely
Icey for the wifey and a flat for my OG
Gramophone trophy, couple plaques for the homies
I just wanna go out as the greatest
Goat emoji
I’m a living legend living testament
That when you put the horse before the cart you get a return on your investment
This ain’t the main event we just been serving the refreshments
Niggas lit just to see their name reserved upon a guest list
How precious, can’t change your mind, hope I change your perspective
When you don’t let them get their way they gone say you aggressive
You tell them what they gotta pay they gonna say that you flexing
But we know God don’t make mistakes all that shade is a blessing
Them lemons turned to lemonade because my nigga we pressed them
Humble beginnings set the stage but the play was predestined
Know your role nigga, y’all breaking code
You get trap a dime a dozen, come to Chizzle for the soul nigga
Cold shivers down the spine when I spit a line
Double up the books on them even when we bid a blind
No look dishes boy and Stephen ain’t a bit of blind
That’s just how it is, can you dig? I’m just getting mine
Racks on racks, counting stacks by my lonely
Icey for the wifey and a flat for my OG
Gramophone trophy, couple plaques for the homies
I just wanna go out as the greatest
Goat emoji
Floating on my back in the Caribbean Sea
Seeing visions of the life that I’m intended to lead
While lamenting on the hero I pretended to be
I saw God in the flawed, the subtle in the extreme
These raps was never formatted to fit in they screens
So i ain’t mad it’s too deep, I ain’t swimming in streams
I pen divine rights for the descendants of kings
In a dialect that colonizers couldn’t perceive
These is top tier lyrics, got you crying when you hear it
Don’t fight it let it flush you out like hydrants to your spirit
You take a leap of faith, sky diving through the cirrus
Even though you afraid of heights, when you land you’ll be fearless
These ain’t experiments I’m speaking from experience
No cap, all Equifax and Experian
I know our story tough, but keep on watching until the very end
You gonna see the plot twist, let’s just say we got this
Purified our tribe and started draining out the toxic
And blocking the assassin’s bullet claiming all our prophets
Rorschach raps, they see the savior in the splotches
But I’m more than just a rapper, I demolish all your boxes
A cross between Pac and four jockeys of the apocalypse
The son of a pauper bringing gospel to the populous
You ever seen a man up close and need binoculars
Untouchable, my angels treat me like the mafia
Thought that I’d be gothic with the death I’ve seen
Life come with wins and losses, hold your head high king
Made my debut to the world when I was just 19
Now I’m free, I hope you know what the f I mean
Honor God with the way that I respect my queen
Put the mission over riches and He blessed my dreams
Until my ashes in the soil I’m gonna rep my team
Every step that I take every breath I breathe
5th
Racks on racks, counting stacks by my lonely
Icey for the wifey and a flat for my OG
Gramophone trophy, couple plaques for the homies
I just wanna go out as the greatest
Goat emoji
Racks on racks, counting stacks by my lonely
Icey for the wifey and a flat for my OG
Gramophone trophy, couple plaques for the homies
I just wanna go out as the greatest
Goat emoji
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5th Child Jackson, Mississippi
From recording karaoke machine mixtapes with his older brother, to independently releasing nine solo albums of original material, 5th Child has evolved into one of the South’s most groundbreaking hip-hop artists. Hailing from Jackson, MS, 5th Child blends southern bravado with thought-provoking and soulful lyrics, & gives listeners mesmerizing rhythms to rock to and grow from at the same time. ... more
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