Jimmy Cooks (feat. 21 Savage) - Drake

Everything I do, I be ten steps ahead (ten) My youngin' got them bodies, she still piss in the bed Keep the code of silence, don't repeat what I said (21) Keep all the baloney, I just came for the bread (on God) My hood known for wildin' and I don't promote the violence I done been through all the trials And tribulations, now I'm smilin' (21) Say he wanted smoke, we at the table doin' the plottin' We gon' slide with your shit up Make it home 'fore you hear the siren (big fact) I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (straight up) I don't got no love for no rival (straight up) Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy) I took a number two with my rifle (pussy) Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God) Slaughter gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big facts) I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21) I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21) He don't want no problems and it's obvious Call me soft 'cause I laugh when I body shit (on God) You play hot potato with the opps, we be droppin' shit Givin' out free smoke 'cause we got a lot of it Tryna feed the fam, I was trappin' in the cold (21) Dropped a mixtape, turned around, I was on the road (on God) You can't give me no amount of money for my soul (21) He weren't really no robber He got killed 'cause it wasn't his role (facts) MAC .90 pokin' out my Goyard (Goyard) Diamond bag pokin' out my Louie V (LV) Nigga, fuck your Glock, we shoot big chops (big sticks) Seven-six, .308 and .223s (21, 21) I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (21) I don't got no love for no rival (pussy) Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy) I took a number two with my rifle (21, 21) Every car I'm in, I got the title (straight up) Slaughter gang, I turn a model to a hiker (straight up) I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (straight up) I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (straight up) I make sure the beef get Swiss cheese (21) I'm from 20-East where they killin' thieves (big facts) Stones got my ears feelin' like Christmas Eve (big facts) Before you bend over, baby, get on your knees (big facts) Drive by, jump out then we tie-dye (21, 21) Say a nigga touch me, that's a lie, lie (big cap) She fried, she fucked the gang, we call her five guys (five guys) I'm so high, I almost thought I skydived (skydived) I'ma let 'em spin like a spiral (straight up) I don't got no love for no rival (straight up) Put him on the news, he went viral (pussy) I took a number two with my rifle (pussy) Every car I'm in, I got the title (on God) Slaughter gang, I turn a model to a hiker (big facts) I know they want me dead, I got a Kel-Tec in this Viper (21) I hit all the vibes on the low 'cause I'm a sniper (21)

Y'all know what's goin' on 21 Gang 'til I'm gone 4L Gang 'til I'm gone If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon'- Roll the window down, stick the Glock out (Stick the Glock out) This chopper got a AMP, I'ma rock out (I'ma rock out) When it's time for smoke, they gon' cop out (They gon' cop out) This AK47 made in Moscow (Made in Moscow) All these dead bodies got me seein' strange things (Straight up) Both sides of the gun, I done dealt and felt the pain (Oh God) Drive by? Nah, we the walk-up gang (21) I come from the 6 where they chalk up lames (Oh God) Slide in and out (Out) Spend the night? I doubt (Doubt) Gold grill mouth (Mouth) I come from the South (South) We was stealin' cars You was inside the house (Pussy) I know he gon' be a rat one day Right now we call him a mouse (21) I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic (Lil' bitch) I done did a lot in the streets and them facts (21) PTSD like I came from Iraq (Oh God) You made it from the gutter, then I'm tippin' my hat (I am) Don't go big on me, you might get hit with this MAC (Brrah) I don't need no holster, you get burned like toaster (21) I don't drink no liquor, but I'm smokin' on mimosa (Yeah) We been gettin' that Jewish money Everything is Kosher (Oh God) Bought myself a 'Ventador and Bought my bitch a Roadster (Straight up) Drive my Lambo to the store, I'ma wave with my doors I'm on Glenwood, not the Ave., nigga, the road (21) Talkin' on the pillow, nigga That shit for the hoes (Straight up) I'd never snitch on my enemies or my bros (Never) I'm so 21, dawg, I'm so SG (Yeah) I'm so 4L Gang, I keep a Glock 19xb (21) Head so good, she not even white I still call her Becky (Yeah, yeah) Richard Mille cost so much I could push A button and see next week (Straight up) .30 on the glizzy, got my pants dizzy (Pants dizzy) Playin' 'round with Savage You get shot in the kidney (Shot in the kidney) So many drums, he gon' think a band hit him (Ha) Chopper clapped his ass, he thought a hand hit him (Ha) I do the BlocBoy JB on the brick (Skrrt, skrrt) Make your crew do the Electric Slide with this stick (Straight up) She don't get no new Chanel, she gon' throw a fit (Straight up) I wanna buy that girl the world, the way she suck this dick (Yeah) Fronted me some bags, I ran out the same night (Damn) When I was in jail, on my momma, I ain't kite (Damn) Niggas know I'm solid, I shoot and I fight (Straight up) You just wear Adidas, but in real life, I got stripes (21) I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst You can roll the dice, you might lose your life Keep my Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic My brother down the road, they tried to give him life He swear he so creative, turned a toothbrush to a knife Savage got your wifey playin' with herself on Skype She thought the AC was on, it was just my ice We pull up ready to shoot (Brrrah) Y'all ready to fight (Stupid) Pull up, ready to kill (Yeah) Y'all ready to die (Straight up) Broke-ass nigga get killed ridin' a bike (Pussy) Savage left his gun at home, nigga, yeah, right (Ha)

Whoa, whoa, whoa Once you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix it You want me to forgive you, let's be realistic I can't kick it with your kind like I tore my meniscus How you go from co-defendant to a fuckin' witness? They'll stand on couches with you, but won't stand on business Whoa I watched everybody turn on my brother like he ain't have 'em out here flyin' jets and fuckin' bitches This shit ridiculous I feel your pain, my brother I know you from the struggle I know how hard you hustled just to take care of your mother I know you took clothes off your back for niggas you call brother I know how hard it get in this jungle, tryna prevail without bein' tried like you no sucker Huh, life's a motherfucker, yeah I know ain't nobody perfect But what's the point in makin' it out if all they do is cuff ya? You know, we be comin' from, like, the worst conditions, the worst circumstances The trenches, the gutter And sometimes we be forced to make decisions that we don't even wanna make It be about survival At the end of the day, we be havin' good hearts They just be in bad places I guess that's life, though Father God, forgive me for my sins Take the mask off all my enemies that's out here actin' like my friends Did some shit I'm prayin' I never gotta do again I put blood, sweat, and tears inside this win If I take care of my hood, the prosecutor call me Gotti Turn my back on the hood, they probably kill me, probably rob me It's a Catch-22, I'm bein' honest Hard work, tryna keep the past behind me I still be havin' flashbacks 'bout Johnny Fast forward and the major label signed me Had to hustle, had to focus, perseverance Mama used to go to TJ Maxx and shop on clearance Tayman and CJ, I can still feel they spirits Skinny and Wanwan used to rap, I know they hear it It ain't that easy, puttin' pain inside of lyrics Send this up to Heaven so they can clear it Y'all know, like, real street niggas gon' feel this shit And I don't want niggas to get misunderstood 'Cause the rules we live by, don't even matter no more Just a, just a setback for you to come back Can't hold a nigga down forever Know what I'm sayin'? 'Til then, we gon' hold this shit down, straight up

I took a ballerina down to the ball dance Met a couple ball players, found a ball stance Now we in the bathroom, she found a ball face Took some shots and balled out, now how the stall taste? I can't even go inside, my old hoes might hear I might need to hit the town, I need you right here, right here 'Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina I told her, "Baby, that's Nina Simone" Ayy, drivin' through the liquor store faded, braided Hands in this motherfucker wavin', hazy '80s like the '90s and 2000s (tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh) Drivin' through this motherfucker, wildin' Ayy, Brady seven pack, they come in bunch I been with the 'quad on a high note, gettin' C-notes Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote Presi' 'round this motherfucker, I ain't sendin' vetos Ain't no stoppin' shit or stoppin' licks, them boys on G-O Battin' out the 504, I saved her name as "Creole" Balance when I'm on a road, I get the go and T-O Dominatrix Matrix when she do it like I'm Neo Shit is off its sockets, they lock in Mama said live up to my name, but they jockin' They gon' try go and take your face for the profit They gon' lie, they gon' slip and slide, get beside ya They gon' try, we a hundred deep like Verizon In the trees with the bumble bees on horizon Ain't catchin' Zs, I been in in the V, on road to Zion Sell they souls, hoppin' in that mode that I ain't buyin' He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (yeah) When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you? I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (mhm) Got me fucked up, nigga, got me fucked up (yeah) When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck up All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21) If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up (21, 21) Rich nigga, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21) Red, white, and blue, American, I kill niggas (pussy) Spray his block and then pull off, this a real dipple (skrrt) Bottega pick my cotton, but I'm a field nigga (on God) I be sittin' inside the house 'cause I don't feel niggas (fuck 'em) Fuck with Baby, but my baby like to drill niggas (Baby Drill) Claustrophobic, I don't even like to chill with 'em (21) Guess I'm fake since everybody say they real niggas (on God) Got a whoopin', but you still ain't learned your lesson, huh? (Pussy) Hard-headed, you won't end up on a stretcher, huh? (Pussy) Oh, you Usher now, you givin' out confessions, huh? (Pussy) On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh? (Pussy) Put a Louis logo on my switch I know Virgil probably lookin' down like, "Damn, this nigga back on that shit" (21) Back inside the club with my blick (21) Playin' freeze tag, shit, I'm tryna see who it (on God) Niggas say we opps, when they see me, don't do shit (on God) Only person believe that you a killer is your bitch (21) Makin' diss songs, this nigga died about a diss (facts) If I see my opps while I'm in cuffs, then I'ma spit (pussy) Wanna kill the world about your bitch 'cause she on dick (21) Thinkin' 'bout the hoes that I'ma shit on while I piss (21) You ain't heard my music, why you ballin' up your fists? (21) Reverb on the chopper, it go, "Baow" when it hit (21) He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (yeah) When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you? I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (mhm) Got me fucked up, nigga, got me fucked up (yeah) When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck up All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21) If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up

DJ Matt-D E o brabo tem nome Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah, woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada, ah, ah Novidade na área, carne nova no pedaço, woah-woah Ela, ela tem piercing no seio, de onde 'cê veio? Tô interessado 'Cê bebe, 'cê fuma, 'cê transa, tudo isso sua amiga contou "Não fumo, não bebo, só transo" Quer desafiar? Só vim, amor 'Cê vai sentando, gosta da lapada 'Cê vai jogando com essa bela raba Que sedução, bebê, não sai de cima Respeita o faixa, não me subestima Então vai subindo, tão, tão subindo Então vai descendo, de-de-descendo E então vai travando, roça, roça Salientando, aguenta calada Ah, ah, ah, tá, tá, ah (baby, baby) Ah, tá, tá, baby, ah, ah, ah, ah

I spent a lifetime lookin' for you Single bars and good time lovers were never true Playin' a fool's game hopin' to win And tellin' those sweet lies and losin' again I was lookin' for love in all the wrong places Lookin' for love in too many faces Searchin' her eyes, lookin' for traces of what I'm dreamin' of Hopin' to find a friend and a lover I'll bless the day I discover another heart Lookin' for love I was alone then, no love in sight I did everything I could to get me through the night Don't know where it started or where it might end I'd turn to a stranger just like a friend I was lookin' for love in all the wrong places Lookin' for love in too many faces Searchin' her eyes, lookin' for traces of what I'm dreamin' of Hopin' to find a friend and a lover I'll bless the day I discover another heart Lookin' for love You came knockin' at my heart's door You're everything I've been lookin' for No more lookin' for love in all the wrong places Lookin' for love in too many faces Searchin' your eyes, lookin' for traces of what I'm dreamin' of Now that I found a friend and a lover I'll bless the day I discover you, oh you Lookin' for love In all the wrong the places Lookin' for love in too many faces Searchin' your eyes, lookin' for traces of what I'm dreamin' of Now that I found a friend and a lover I'll bless the day I discover you, oh you Lookin' for love In all the wrong places In too many faces...