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MTV’s Annual VMAs Still Happening In 2020

MTV is moving forward with its annual Video Music Awards ceremony in 2020.

New York’s Gov. Andrew Cuomo made the announcement Monday, June 29th, detailing Phase III of the city’s reopening, which begins July 6th. If everything goes to plan, the MTV VMAs will be held on Sunday, August 30th at the Barclays Center.

It has been noted that “the event will follow all safety guidance, including limited or no audience.”

Back in May, MTV revealed to Billboard, “The health of everyone involved remains our No. 1 priority. Additionally, we are working on several contingency plans to bring music’s biggest night to audiences everywhere.”

Last year, Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Lil Nas X, Billie Eilish and more took home awards.

Stay tuned for more info.

 

Source: Billboard

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Pretty Lights Might Be Making His Long-Awaited Return Via Live Stream [VIDEO]

A little while ago, we posted that Pretty Lights was back in the studio, possibly signaling a comeback. However, that was mere weeks before COVID-19 changed the face of the music industry as we know it, and it wouldn’t have been unreasonable to think that a global pandemic would cut that right short.

However, thanks to CHNL, an app that syncs with your Spotify to “create your own personalized MTV channel,” we now know that PL is testing a live stream for something possibly happening during quarantine.

For a quick overview, the app grabs your favorite artists on Spotify and surfaces their latest videos posted on their YouTube channel in the last 24 hours. This all happens automatically in the backend as the app has directly connected over 1.5k artist YouTube channel IDs with their respective Spotify ID.

When Pretty Lights posted that test video to YouTube, their platform automatically grabbed it and CHNL users were the first to see it.

You can download the app for iOS here (Android app coming soon). Check out the video below!

Pretty Lights teasing livestream comeback?!

BREAKING: Our app caught Pretty Lights testing his livestream software on YouTube. A Pretty Lights comeback during the quarantine is going to be HUGE 🚨

Posted by CHNL on Saturday, April 18, 2020

 

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CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

[Verse 1]
I’m on the come up
Jump up, I pick my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a bunch of
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Every flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
That’s just how we was hung up
One love
MTV, this is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
From crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Yeah, God bless your heart

[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
My thesis read
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
Flipping half
I like my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
Not out of wedlock
Never had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the best friend had me calling collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Huh, but I ain’t tripping

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
God bless your heart

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Facade – Justin Stone feat. Packy lyrics

Lyrics Justin Stone – Facade

Might just, might just, might just go out
Might just, might just, might just go out
Might just, might just, might just go out
Yeah, yeah.(facade)

Might just go out to Cali’ and be on MTV
All peel work, you SoundCloud rappers ain’t my breed
I say seize, homies shootin’, I say cheese
I know, I know, I am over
Boy see me, jump overseas
Ego feeling like Texas
Told these women, “Don’t test us”
I got diamonds here waiting
Hailey came in a Lexus
No hands on the wheel
No idea I was ahead of me
One day, get that matte black and my top down like Kennedy
And we.

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Yeah, your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade
Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facade
Yeah, yeah, we see the facade, yeah, we see the facade.

Okay, okay, okay
I been clearing out the hard drive
Too many bangers in the archive
Even when I had the 9 to 5
Never gave music the part-time
Bars like I’m doing hard time
All my s**t fan-fucking-tastic
The best of it gettin’ cut and mastered
Make way for a fucking classic
You don’t know what I got under wraps
With the singles, I could make ’em double back
Carry this s**t like a running back
And the huddles at where my bruddas at
Keep a couple stacks in a duffle bag
When we on the road, you never know
Women out, they love to blow, f**k it let it snow
Still, I got the coldest lines in the room.

Okay, okay, okay
Rap used to be about the music
Now it’s who got the best costume
Act a fool and you might get signed
Dotted line but no bottom line
Ballin’ out on a fuckin’ loan
Talk your s**t but you all be lyin’
Big digits like army time, we gunnin’ for it
All the fame s**t is unimportant
On the bill, I’m the one supportin’
But on the field, I’m the one that’s scorin’
On the real, I go dumb recordin’
If it slap good, I got somethin’ for you
You could sleep on it like global warming
Versuri-lyrics.info
But don’t ignore it.

Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Yeah, your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facaaade
Might just, might just, might just blow up for the heck of it
Your favorite rapper thinks he’s relevant
Everybody talkin’ like they got it like they hella rich
But we see the facade, yeah we see the facaaade
Yeah, yeah, we see the facade, yeah, we see the facaaade
Yeahhhh.
Justin Stone lyrics
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The game – Russ lyrics

Lyrics Russ – The game

Yeah
Now you can hear the gold just jangling
But, its still about the take over.(the game)

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

Where do I start damn, man my mind is racing
Hip hop awards getting chosen by some racists
I’m in the yo, with a bottle of some clear s**t
You don’t know the truth, you just hear s**t
Homie’s on a Learjet, upgrade from the block
If you too big, f*ck fades they gon’ use the Glock (use the Glock)
I do a lot for everyone around me, y’all don’t see it
I’m in the club for half an hour then I’m probably leaving
I got paid, dip off with the gang
Got Bugus in the Bentley, got Herb in the Wraith
Got Tim in the Ghost, got a gun on his waist
Life or death, ain’t no time to start reaching for the safe
So I play it safe versuri-lyrics.info
Real ones that would really go hit for me
Low overhead, no-one ever wrote a hit for me
I be making history, bigger when I’m dead
I’m so on
But it’s off with they head
f*ck MTV, y’all really snubbed me
How you choosing people with numbers that ain’t above me?
Oh wait, politics
Playing at these colleges, getting paid more to perform than any scholarship
I’m lit, I’m gassed, I’m me, I’m me
Two platinum singles, two years they were free
As I’m writing this, I know that this ain’t accurate no more
By the time that all y’all hear this I will most likely have more
I really did eight tours, headlined them all
Your contacts were bullshit, we redlined them all
I spent time in awe, on some amazed s**t
Then an O.G. told me to embrace this
I will never waste this, never get complacent
Lotta these rappers got rich and got jaded
I’m still on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to your wavelength.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeah.

I get everything for free, from your girl to my wardrobe
Half a million dollars smiling on my torso
I buy property, you just got foreclosed
Money running low, you gon’ have to do more shows
But you know no one shows for your shows
So you do club hostings but you drink what you gross
Then you go back home, fall asleep frustrated
Girl laying next to you, whispering “Russ made it”
You asleep, you don’t hear her so she sneaks out
And she pulls up on me and brings the freak out
I send her back before your eyes open
I’m her fix ’cause your life’s broken
She might try chokin’
On something you don’t wanna kiss after
Lifestyle of a young handsome rich rapper
It’s all laughter, it’s all big bucks though
Call the buzz “Vegas” ’cause it stays on a bus though
Girls gone wild, rich like Rothschild
I’ma make you sign an NDA, now you’re on file
I’m the President, the CEO
People that I’ve never seen, tryna see me go (uh)
Billionaire minds in my circle that’s a fact
Faded off Clooney liquor we don’t know, how to act
If it’s based off of fans, y’all should really do the math
If it’s based off of sales, y’all should really count the plaques
If it’s based off of p***y, y’all should really count the a*s
If it’s based off of money, y’all should really count the cash (uh)
Move around with duffle bags like Floyd does
Sometimes nothing makes more noise than poise does
Coin us the best movement of all time
Dreams too big to think small time
I’m just on the same s**t, take over the game s**t
I just can’t relate to any B-level wave length.

It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that
It’s like everything changed
But I still feel the same
I’m just tryna run the motherf*cking game
I’m on that
Yeah I’ll always be on that, yeahhh.
Russ lyrics
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Troy Ave – Show Me Love Lyrics (feat. Tony Yayo)

TROY AVE
Show Me Love Lyrics (feat. Tony Yayo)

You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug
I see that you into money, well baby then show me love
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub’
Outside I gotta tec, inside I gotta snug
I wrote correct, act wrong and get a slug
I see that you and the money, well baby then show me love
You can find me in the club

Jewelry all rocky, you know how I be
Told you mo’f**kas’ is in the hood I’m “Papi”
I got all type of fish, Peruvian “ahi” I got all type of bitches
But I’m choosing ain’t cocky, see me on the couch
See me pouring out, see me on your TV when you’re sitting in your house
I’m on BET, MTV man I’m the hottest thing smokin’ outta NYC
Self made and self paid, niggas can’t stop me
I hand out, your hands out like save me a peach
Man f**k you spit Crystal in your face, you can hate me now and tell how success tastes
Not bad don’t it, mad want it, nigga please I bought the bar you at the bar
You should leave go DJ, play that new Troy Ave shit
Two steppin’ with my weapon B-S be that clip

Spend some G’s on some Givenchy and bon weed
My bitch in Brazilian hair that bon weave
Her pussy be the bomb it’s kamikaze
Touch the sky and do why I’m on floor 93
Condos in Paris above Versages, and we party in the club VIP
We do it BIG, a hundred bottles on an Arabian seat
Prince’d buy a ring with some hashish, then it’s back to the NY streets
South side hood party with some projects freaks
You some Baisley bitches, or some 40 bitches, or some Rochdale bitches
Or some Sutphin bitches, call straight club king just promoting the night
La morena grippin’, two white girls kissin’
The city never sleep, you bitch I hope you don’t miss it, don’t blame it on me homie we out here pimpin’

You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club
You can find me in the club

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Highlife – 187 Strassenbande songtexte

Songtexte 187 Strassenbande – Highlife

Bonez! Ich liebe meine Euros, ey, bald hab’ ich ‘ne Million’n
Höhö, hat sich doch gelohnt, Autogramme auf Silikon
Heute hier, morgen da, sind auf Tour im ganzen Land
Amsterdam, ein paar Gramm, pack’ es pur in meinen Blunt
Der Grund, warum ich jeden Tag gut drauf bin und mich freue ist
Weil früher war’n die Weiber hässlich, heute alles Säue
Grüße Playmates im Graben mit ‘ner Day-Date am Arm
Ey, wir brauchen euer Geld, um unser Haze zu bezahl’n
Ha’m ‘ne Playstation dabei, komm auf Facebook, wir sind live
Ach, du Scheiße, ich muss gleich schon auf die Stage, doch bin zu high
Und obwohl wir es nicht nötig haben, sind wird schussbewaffnet
F**k die Polizei! Sie kommt in’ Bus, ich werd’ verhaftet
Was deutscher Rap? Ihr verletzt meine Gefühle
Wir zerfetzen jetzt die Bühne und zerbrechen ein paar Stühle
Heh, sind wir auf Tour ist eure Stadt nicht mehr sicher
187 Strassenbande – Waschbeckenpisser.(highlife)

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ahhh
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Wache auf in der Koje, Schmuck unterm Kissen
Luxus, der Tourbus, geh’ kurz runter pissen
Unten die Fans und paar Groupies am quietschen
Egal, was du brauchst, brauchst dich nur zu bedienen
Bisschen Fifa, danach wird geschrieben
Die Weiber lieben meine Parts übertrieben
Ein Sack voller Weed, Mann, ich rauche mich high
Ein paar Flaschen Lean hab’ ich auch mit dabei
Die Frau’n werd’n geteilt wie der letzte Schluck Whiskey
Der Backstage mehr Gangster als Mexico City
Gestern McDonalds, heut kauf’ ich mir Lobster
Zwei Busse, ein Truck, Mann, ich glaub’, wir sind Rockstars
Hau’ wie ein Boxer, Outfit Lacosta versuri-lyrics.info
In jeder Stadt shoppen, Mann, ich brauche kein’n Koffer
So viel Exzesse, der Scheiß macht mich müde
Lass sie kurz blasen, muss gleich auf die Bühne.

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ah
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Wir sind wieder auf Tour, Digga, jeden Tag reinfeiern
Weed, Buds und Tour’n, es geht ab hier im Nightliner
Dreißig Weiber im Backstage, ich weiß
Sie woll’n S*x und zwar gleich, bin für Action bereit
Maxwell braucht Fleisch, hängt im Cateringbereich
Das Hazi macht mich heiß, ey, ich lebe diesen Scheiß
Hab’ den Soundcheck verschlafen, schnauf’ kurz ‘ne Nase
Lauf durch den Graben, um den Auftritt zu starten
Beweg’ mich zwischen tausenden Farben
Und Fans, die draußen auf ‘n Autogramm warten
Saufen jeden Tag, unser Lebensstil ist krank
Hol die Gläser aus’m Schrank, wenn ich Jägermeister tank’
Die Drogen halten fit, lang kein Sport mehr gemacht
Kann’s mir leisten, weil ich auf meine Vorsätze kack’
Hab’ immer noch ‘nen Kater von vorletzter Nacht
Doch egal, lege trotzdem ein paar Dorfschnecken flach.

Wir sind auf Tour, jeden Abend nur attackier’n
Die Hallen und die Kassen explodier’n
Wir kommen auf die Bühne und die Tangas lern’n fliegen
Fühl’ mich so wie diese Stars auf MTV
Was für ein High-Life, zwei Nightliner
Baby, willst du blasen, gib mir High-Five
Kipp Kodein in die Sprite, ah
Gib mir das Mic, ah
Camora, 187 – das Team ist bereit.

Rein in den Tourbus, rau– ra-rauf– rauf auf die Autobahn
187 represent, Nigga, das sind echte Fans
Weil uns hat niemand was geschenkt, nein
Autogramme und ab ins Hotelll.(highlife)
187 Strassenbande songtexte
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Young Buck – The City Lyrics

Ayo man, I base this shit on real life man
That’s the only way mother fuckers gonna Really fuck wit you man!! YOUNG BUCK!!

These penitentiary phone calls keep me elevated
My last two birthdays I didn’t celebrate it
You see me on BET and MTV. Holding it down for my town down in Tennessee!!
I’m trying make this shit as real as I can, so that my fans know that I’m not playin’
And I’m not saying I’m perfect I’m just saying I’m worth it, alot of rappers CDs i ain’t even purchase
Before I picked up the mic I grabbed me a Gat
And sold crack before I learned how to rap
Damn right imma glorify it, especially when I made it
Niggas died in this game that didn’t know how to play it
Smoke blunts for the loved ones and pour out 40s
Pay bills and take care of their shorties
You don’t know about the hood look what chu doing to us
The white house probably full wit straight shooters and everything else
We living for death, just waiting to die
Jadakiss asks why and me I say why!!
To ball before I fall, at least I tired
That boy went out with a bang, he just opened up fire
Beneath this ski mask I done closed my eyes. I’m tryna but a fucking hole in this guy
I knew right from wrong but my homeboy bizz is gone
So lemme end this song and see who sent him home. MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

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Kodak Black – Everything 1K

[Intro]
You know life ain’t tied with a bow but it’s still a gift though
Yeah life ain’t fair but it’s still good though
It’s a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

[Verse 1]
I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I’m in a damn cell
I’m in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don’t go that way
You prolly won’t last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I’m Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it’ll make you evil
How he gon’ learn to be a man when you ain’t never teach him?
Youngin’ can’t even read but he totin’ the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won’t never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain’t called FEMA

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

[Verse 2]
I probably thank god ‘cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I’m on MTV
Hurting ‘cause your people ate and you ain’t get a piece
Now you’re taking from your people plate ‘cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking ‘bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it’s crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can’t even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth

[Hook]
I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K

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Everything 1k – Kodak Black starring Danielle Bregoli lyrics

Lyrics Kodak Black – Everything 1k

You know life ain’t tied with a bow but it’s still a gift though
Yeah life ain’t fair but it’s still good though
It’s a blessing just to be here
Everything 1K.

I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K.

I woke up in the morning on a cold slab
How the hell I’m in a damn cell
I’m in jail taking cold baths
I went down the wrong path
Lil boy don’t go that way
You prolly won’t last
Before I had the fame I had the name
I earned my stripes like Adidas
Sliding base like I’m Derek Jeter
Growing up with no father, it’ll make you evil
How he gon’ learn to be a man when you ain’t never teach him?
Youngin’ can’t even read but he totin’ the Desert Eagle
Look how she left, I bet she told you she won’t never leave you
The same nigga was hating, I turned them to believers
I done made it through the rain and I ain’t called FEMA.

I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K.

I probably thank god ‘cause without him who is me?
He unlocked my cell when they threw away the key
Jailbird, I was caged in, he came and set me free
I was just on the news, now I’m on MTV
Hurting ‘cause your people ate and you ain’t get a piece
Now you’re taking from your people plate ‘cause you just tryna eat
Grinding for a mil and I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a combo
My mama need a crib, I been thinking ‘bout a condo
You nothing when you down, it’s crazy how people treat you
Come around now, you can’t even hit the reefer
I pray for all my youngins who done took the same route
Brother from the same struggle, cut from the same cloth.

I know you’re money hungry
Can’t wait ‘cause you ain’t eat all day
And you gon’ lose your mind if you don’t get a plate
I understand the ups and the downs, street niggas gon’ relate
It’s a struggle man, I’m with you all the way
This for all the soldiers fell victim to the system
Everyday that goes by they so close to losing faith
I got to thank god for everything
It’s a miracle how you’ll wake up and your dreams right in your face
Everything 1K.
Kodak Black lyrics
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George Michael – Free (Older Album)

Freedom ’90
George Michael

I won’t let you down
I will not give you up
Gotta have some faith in the sound
It’s the one good thing that I’ve got
I won’t let you down
So please don’t give me up
Because I would really, really love to stick around

Heaven knows I was just a young boy
Didn’t know what I wanted to be
I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy
And I guess it was enough for me
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place
On your rock and roll TV
But today the way I play the game is not the same
No way
Think I’m gonna get me some happy

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I told you so
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone else I’ve got to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Take back your singing in the rain
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

Heaven knows we sure had some fun boy
What a kick just a buddy and me
We had every big shot good-time band on the run boy
We were living in a fantasy
We won the race
Got out of the place
I went back home got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV
But today the way I play the game has got to change
Oh yeah
Now I’m gonna get myself happy

I think there’s something you should know
I think it’s time I stopped the show
There’s something deep inside of me
There’s someone I forgot to be
Take back your picture in a frame
Don’t think that I’ll be back again
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

Well it looks like the road to heaven
But it feels like the road to hell
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well
Posing for another picture
Everybody’s got to sell
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast
And some mistakes were built to last

That’s what you get

I say that’s what you get

That’s what you get for changing your mind

And after all this time
I just hope you understand
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man

I’ll hold on to my freedom
May not be what you want from me
Just the way it’s got to be
Lose the face now
I’ve got to live

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George Michael – Freedom 90 (Listen Without Prejudice Vol. 1 Album)

I won’t let you down;
I will not give you up.
Gotta have some faith in the sound;
It’s the one good thing that I’ve got.
I won’t let you down,
So please don’t give me up,
Because I would really, really, love to stick around.
Heaven knows I was just a young boy,
Didn’t know what I wanted to be.
I was every little hungry schoolgirl’s pride and joy,
And I guess it was enough for me.
To win the race? A prettier face!
Brand new clothes and a big fat place;
On your rock and roll TV.
But, today, the way I play the game is not the same;
No way.
Think I’m gonna get myself happy.
I think there’s something you should know.
I think it’s time I told you so.
There’s something deep inside of me.
There’s someone else I’ve got to be.
Take back your picture in a frame.
Take back your singing in the rain.
I just hope you understand.
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man.
All we have to do, now,
Is take these lies and make them true somehow.
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you,
And you don’t belong to me.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Heaven knows we sure had some fun, boy.
What a kick, just a buddy and me.
We had every big shot, good-time, band on the run, boy.
We were living in a fantasy.
We won the race.
Got out of the place.
I went back home, got a brand new face
For the boys on MTV,
But today the way I play the game has got to change.
Oh, yeah.
Now I’m gonna get myself happy.
I think there’s something you should know.
I think it’s time I stopped the show.
There’s something deep inside of me.
There’s someone I forgot to be.
Take back your picture in a frame.
Don’t think that I’ll be back again.
I just hope you understand .
Sometimes the clothes do not make the man.
All we have to do, now,
Is take these lies and make them true somehow.
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you,
And you don’t belong to me.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Freedom;
You’ve gotta give for what you take.
Well it looks like the road to heaven,
But it feels like the road to hell.
When I knew which side my bread was buttered
I took the knife as well.
Posing for another picture.
Everybody’s got to sell,
But when you shake your ass
They notice fast,
And some mistakes were built to last.
That’s what you get,
I say, that’s what you get.
That’s what you get for changing your mind,
And after all this time
I just hope you understand,
Sometimes the clothes
Do not make the man.
I’ll hold on to my freedom.
May not be what you want from me.
Just the way it’s got to be.
Lose the face now.
I’ve got to live

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Kodak Black – Hollyhood (Institution Mixtape) letras

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 1]
I got kicked out of elementary
Started rapping, making melodies
Listening to beats on my MP3
Now my video on MTV
I got the BB gun in my lap
Brought the BB gun in my class
Call my momma and she sounded mad
Shit when I get home, she gon’ whoop my ass
I just dropped me off for 50 packs
I’m the youngest nigga in the trap
I’m the youngest nigga with that sack
Fuck your plug, I got that sack
[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

[Verse 2]
I should have been a president
Young nigga with plenty cents
I teach you little nigga plenty shit
All these games, they ain’t selling it
All this gas, should be selling it
Lately I’ve been really out of my element
These niggas be snitching, [?] really having no evidence
And I ain’t even sick so why the hell am I sipping on medicine
Like get the point cause I be working like a Mexican
I could make a little power move man you been broke ever since
Dropped out of school, run around finessin’ shit
Running with Chiraq, let’s [?] we be wrecking shit

[Hook]
Fuck the industry, I’m in the streets
I ain’t never been to Hollywood
I’m not Hollywood, I’m Hollyhood
I don’t wanna go to Hollywood

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Apollo 3 – Startschuss lyrics

Die sonne geht auf
Der tag beginnt
Und du bist gut drauf
Den alles stimmt und

Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was
Auf VIVA und auf MTV
Läuft parallel dein lieblingslied und

Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was
Steig ein in dien maschine
Komm steig ein
Wir heben ab

Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an

Du fühlst dich fresh
Bereit zum sprung
Du stehst ab jetz I’m mittelpunkt den
Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was

Du hast es drauf
Du hast die skills
Und läuft was schief bleibst du gechillt den
Du weiß ganz genau hier geht was
Steig ein in die maschine
Komm steig ein
Wir heben ab

Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an

Starschuss
Das spiel beginnt
Starschuss
Und du gewinnst
Hier kommt deine premiere ab jetzt geht kein schuss ins leere
Das ist der Starschuss
Das spiel beginnt
Starschuss
Und du gewinnst wir roken den planeten erde, fette beats aus den gewehren

Steig ein in dien maschine
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an
Das ist der startschuss in dein neues leben
Deine geschichte fängt von vorne an (x2)
Starschuss