Ludacris-Ludaversal (2015)

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Artist: Ludacris

Album: Ludaversal (2015)

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When the Dirty South movement broke nationwide at the turn of the century, Ludacris rode it to immediate widespread popularity, becoming arguably the most commercially successful Southern rapper of the time.

In 2000 the Atlanta-based rapper signed to Def Jam's newly established Southern rap subsidiary, Def Jam South, and became the label's flagship Dirty South artist.
Def Jam repackaged his underground album Incognegro (2000) as Back for the First Time (2000) and issued "What's Your Fantasy?" as its lead single. The song soon became a national hit, beginning a long string of hits that would include Billboard Hot 100 number ones ("Stand Up," "Money Maker") and Top Tens ("Move Bitch," "Splash Waterfalls," "Pimpin' All Over the World," "Runaway Love"), as well as a bunch of Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Top Tens ("Southern Hospitality," "Area Codes," "Rollout [My Business]," "Saturday [Oooh Oooh!]," "Get Back," "Number One Spot").
Plus, Ludacris became a reliable featured guest, gracing Top Tens for Missy Elliott ("One Minute Man," "Gossip Folks"), Mariah Carey ("Loverboy"), LL Cool J ("Fatty Girl"), Chingy ("Holidae In"), Usher ("Yeah!"), Ciara ("Oh"), Jamie Foxx ("Unpredictable"), Fergie ("Glamorous"), and others.
Moreover, Ludacris established himself as a versatile actor, notably appearing in such mainstream films as 2 Fast 2 Furious (2003), Crash (2005), and Fred Claus (2007), among other films and TV series.
Along with associate Chaka Zulu, Ludacris also founded his own boutique label at Def Jam, Disturbing tha Peace (aka DTP), which released albums by such diverse rap/R&B acts as Shawnna, Bobby V., Field Mob, and Playaz Circle.

Born Christopher Bridges on September 11, 1977, in Champaign, Illinois, Ludacris moved to Atlanta during his high-school years and attended Banneker High School there.
He then studied at Georgia State University.

His entry into the rap industry came via radio; he worked as a disc jockey at Atlanta-based urban station Hot 97.5 (which later became Hot 107.9), where he was known as DJ Chris Lova Lova, and this was how he became acquainted with Timbaland. The producer featured Ludacris (then billed as Ludichris) on the song "Fat Rabbit" from his album Tim's Bio (1998), and with such a high-profile feature to his credit, the groundwork was laid for the rapper.

Ludacris proceeded to record an independent album, Incognegro (2000), which he in turn released regionally himself, on the label Disturbing tha Peace.
Ludacris primarily worked with producer Shondrae for the album, though also with Organized Noize, the acclaimed production team behind the early albums of OutKast and Goodie Mob.
Incognegro sold well enough to break into the Billboard 200, and Ludacris was approached by Scarface of the Geto Boys, who as a representative of Def Jam was interested in negotiating a recording contract.

In late 2000, Def Jam repackaged Incognegro and released it as Back for the First Time, adding a few new songs: a U.G.K. collaboration ("Stick 'Em Up"), a Neptunes production ("Southern Hospitality"), and a remix of his previously released song with Timbaland (retitled "Phat Rabbit").
The album's lead single, "What's Your Fantasy?," became a major hit nationally, peaking at number 21 on the Hot 100, and the follow-up single, "Southern Hospitality," was similarly popular, charting at number 23. This pair of hits helped drive sales of Back for the First Time, which climbed all the way to number four on the Billboard 200.

The follow-up album, Word of Mouf (2001), was an even greater success for Ludacris, charting at number three and spawning a series of hit singles that carried over well into 2002: "Area Codes," "Rollout (My Business)," "Saturday (Oooh Oooh!)," "Welcome to Atlanta," and "Move Bitch."
After these singles had run their course, a collaborative album, Golden Grain (2002), was released, showcasing the assembly of talent signed to Ludacris' revived Disturbing tha Peace label, which was now in partnership with Def Jam.

The following year was a busy one for Ludacris, as he appeared in the film 2 Fast 2 Furious and released his third album, Chicken -N- Beer, his first to reach number one on the Billboard 200. Chicken -N- Beer brought with it another series of hits, including the Hot 100 number one "Stand Up" and number six "Splash Waterfalls."

Ludacris continued his output the following year, with The Red Light District (2004), another number one album loaded with hit singles ("Get Back," "Number One Spot," "Pimpin' All Over the World").

Disturbing tha Peace (2005), a second collaborative album featuring the label's roster of talent, was Ludacris' only release for the year, and he kept a relatively low profile until the release of Release Therapy (2006), an introspective album on which he vowed that he would be taken more seriously than in the past.

Another chart-topper, Release Therapy, included only two Hot 100-charting singles, yet both were smashes: "Money Maker" (number one) and "Runaway Love" (number two).

In 2007, Ludacris got a lot of airplay as the featured guest on Fergie's number one hit "Glamorous."
A year later a mixtape with DJ Drama called The Preview preceded the November release of Theater of the Mind. The long list of guest stars included director Spike Lee and comedian/actor Chris Rock.

His 2010 effort, Battle of the Sexes, was originally planned as a joint release with Shawnna, but when the female rapper left the DTP family, it became a solo Ludacris album.

In 2014, the rapper announced his ninth album and released the EP Burning Bridges as a preview.

Ludaversal followed a year later, with Usher, Miguel, and Big K.R.I.T. on the guest list, along with production from David Guetta, Rico Love, and Cashmere Cat.

Source: Bilboard.com

Ludacris: Ludaversal (2015) - Front

Ludacris: Ludaversal (2015) - Back

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Ludacris: Ludaversal (2015) - Tracklist, Lyrics 'n' Videos

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Mic check, 1 2
I'm just going to get right to it
Luda!

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when it come to getting lyrical
Murdering the rapper and killing beats nigga!
I'm cinematic making everybody panic
I be bustin' like a fully automatic feel the heat nigga!
We can battle in the Phantom in Atlanta the rover in Minnesota or the Arizona streets nigga
They sayin' all these offensive lines I snapback it's the quarterback sneak nigga!
One time for the sneak dissers Ol' puss ass fuckboys say my name!
Anybody coming at me know I never back down killing a rapper is my claim to fame!
You lame
And my flow is what expose in these hoes even on a nigga worst day
They say Luda don't want it no mo'
No nigger I'm as hungry as the first day
What you want how you want it you can get I'm the definition of a real g from the south side
The crime scene be the studio get the yellow tape and the chalk and I'm leaving everybody outline
I'm all about mine
Getting paid getting laid getting clothes getting hoes getting green back
Used be like everybody is a lil kid now Big Boy, outcast like three stacks
Laying all it in the Cadillac with a red bone giving me dome my music on with the seats back
Ludacris this is album number 8 and my pockets gonna be straight
Even if a nigga leak that
Timmy all up on the David Banner track with Janet Jack in the back like "Damn Luda freak that!"
Break it down like you dropping to the ground but we like the 808 in Atlanta so bring the beat back
Sample had to eat that
Couldn't control all of the leader
But put any other rapper on the track and I guarantee they'll never know how to treat that
I'm a boss I'm a king I'm a legend Imma drill it in your head till you dose off
And I just so happen to be the type of rapper that make your women want to take her clothes off
So let's get to the action
Let's get to the show
I'm been getting to the Forbes list six year straight let's get to the do'
Shout out to the Luda Nation
All my fans just got live
And they waitin' for everybody to put me in the rapper category of ya top five

Let me get it back

Ever since I
Came in the game it ain't never been the same
Can't nobody do it like me
Is it ever gonna be another Luda you know that'll never happen that's highly unlikely
Knowing that I'm better than everybody you put me up against I'm in the hall of fame
So fuck call to call we can go bar for bar I'll put your name up on the wall of shame
And everyday is the same thing
Looking for another way for me to make paper
I think it's time for every single rapper to go to church
Whoever is my opponent you better pray first
They like "Luda why you rapping so fast?"
I'm like "Bitch why you listen too slow?"
I'm the truth in the booth and they can't keep up hardly cause I always hit em with a new flow
And the two door with the coup low with the Hublot off the window with the two low blades
from the top like judo listening to bruno on the way to school though getting kudos from a few hoes and they from the choose though
Cuz I'm numero uno and the crew know it's a couple loop holes when it come to fluke hoes cuz some of they pussy bite like kujo
But back to the you know who
I can't stop till you tell me I'm the greatest
If you need a reminder then put the whole song on repeat and continue to play this
Better turn your stereo louder
Listen up and let me preach
And let's get arrested for disturbing the peace

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Yeah
Did some movies and started missing this rap shit
Back to rap and starting missing them movies
Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick
Get with one chick started missing them groupies
Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober
Next year I got drunk and did it all over
Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough
Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff
I got rich and learned life was a bitch
Now everybody's after all of my ends
(Get yo hand out my pocket!)
When I was broke all love from my folks
But nowadays I'm losing all of my friends let the story begin

[Hook x2:]
The grass is always greener on the other side
Always searching for another high
The grass is always greener on the other side
Caterpillar to a butterfly

Bye bye butterfly
Fly away
Bye bye butterfly
Fly away

Yeah
Start exercising and winning got me a six pack
Was eating healthy and did away with the junk
Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back
My six pack reverted back to a gut
When I'm at the crib I'm mad I'm not at the club lit
When I'm at the club I'm mad I'm not at the crib
I used to be out partying every damn night
Now sometimes I'd rather be with my kids
I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name (Luda!)
But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame
Guess what I'm really saying

[Hook]

Yeah
Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted
Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my Ac'!)
All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back
Grew it back then started missing my fade
I got hits start trippin' I wasn't underground
Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!)
When you down and people give you the runaround
But feels great to know who really gives a shit
You cut the grass and the snakes will show
And know your neighbor's fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!)
We always searching what we never had
Always ignoring what's in front of our face
We've been conditioned to think

[Hook]

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Yeah
Anything you wanna do I'm ready to do it, my nigga, just say so
Don't say it on the record with your chest, leave the booth and then go lay low
Hiding behind your security detail, actin' like a female
I done sold over 20 million records I could really give a fuck about retail
Now back to basics
Back to Adidas with the fat laces
Back to the Ac' where I'm riding to the track in the track, get it straight nigga, no chases
Age ain't nothing but a number, Luda rapping like he just turned 24
Any rapper wanna forget who I am every now and then I see I gotta let em know
Yo must I remind you
You rap like something behind you
Got paid, but your heart pump Kool Aid
Cover Girl make up should have signed you
But it's never too late
15 years, nigga, never too great
4 years off getting Hollywood checks, but you niggas want beef and you looking like steak

I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, fuck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth

Hol' up
Never fuck with a nigga who got some kids
Cause when you talk about me, then you talk about them
Then I gotta come where you live
You takin' food out they mouth, now I gotta put a fist in yours
I don't play about my hustle
A nigga got all these acres
All my neighbors think I'm flipping them birds
Naw, but I be flipping these words
Anything you hear me saying I could back up
And you talk so tough on the mic
But whenever you in sight, nigga, something don't add up
Put your money where your mouth is
Wait, put a gat where your blouse is
You think it's funny cus it's sunny where your house is
Bitch, I'll put my muddy ass boots where your couch is (Fuck yo couch)
I live this shit, you know you do this just for show, nigga
You act as if Ludacris just came and took your ho, nigga
You's a ho, nigga, yeah I said it twice
Let this be warning number two, motherfucker go and roll the dice

I see that liquor got you loose
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
I'll make you niggas lose a tooth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Fuck y'all niggas, I'm the truth
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth
Now I'm like, fuck calling a truce
When you see me, nigga, say it like you said it in the booth

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Ey man, if you got a problem with somebody
Whatever happened to approaching them?
Looking at em eye to eye
Too much tweefin' going on in this world
Thumb thuggin' is at an all-time high
They startin' to take this shit a lil too far Jack
Rappers all in they feelings
Well here goes a little lyrical healing

And hip hop is, uh
Too many rappers gettin' sensitive
Ya'll should start a pussy ass nigga initiative
Cuz even when I'm not mic'd up
I'll fuck your life up
Come to your show when ya crowdsurfin' and hold a knife up
I tell your momma you ain't shit
I hope you skydive and all land in an alligator pit
Your album ain't shit, you couldn't sell it at an auction
Your five minutes is up, like Antoine Dodson
Meanwhile that Mary Jane got me wiser
And Mr. Jack Daniels is my spiritual advisor
Now everybody said I'm strapped and I'm too scary
And keep a hand under the pillow like the tooth fairy
Your favorite rapper say I'm sick and they ain't no antidote
They kidnapping my flows they ain't even leave a ransom note
Your shit is faker than the knockoff man
I'll make you niggas quit rappin' start a hot dog stand

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Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em)
Listen close, nigga, yeah

Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it
Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic
My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit
Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch
Since I was born to touch the mic
The first time it's been a problem
Your life was a mistake
Your pops should've wore a condom
You niggas think you hard
I think you better come harder (Go hard)
I leave rappers confused like will.i.am barber
Ah, fuckin' with Luda's not a great look
A verse'll make your fans unfriend you on Facebook
Click, my styles are goin' into labor
So if stars won a war, I made daddy like Darth Vader
And since I'm always high, it's kind of hard to overlook me
For over a hundred stacks, it's kind of hard to overbook me
And a whole 'nother house for my cars is on my checklist
Cause to fit 'em in one garage is like a nigga playin' Tetris
But they say patience is a virtue
Cause I got your bitch stayin' out way past her curfew
Guess I was a thief that got away with these words
Slangin' chickens out my whip like I been playin' Angry Birds
In a black Rolls Royce, Dark Knight like Batman
Everywhere you turn, the Ghost follows like Pac-Man
And I sleep with the John Dillinger
And always keep an eye half-open like Forest Whitaker
No, you boys ain't ready for combat
Be more worried if I renew my Def Jam contract
What path is he on? Opponents, I laugh and be gone
They handin' in the towels like they work in Bed, Bath & Beyond
But in the midst of all the melee
Y'all niggas just bitches with dicks like Sheneneh
Your rap styles are phony, your lines are just dead
And I be on them lines like a nigga just played
Guess I'm tryin' to say I'm advanced, you intermediate
You wouldn't know the real me if your bitch Wikipedia'd it
Just know that I never tried to be hard
Probably cause Mr. Glock 40's my security guard
You'll get chopped like judo
Gangs in my hood make you reverse
And change your color like the block's playin' Uno
And, yes, some of my friends is still sellin' them drugs
But I just say they Weight Watchers like Jennifer Hud
They show me love
That's why I'll always stay reppin' until the death of me
Rappers talk shit, but ain't nobody ever stepped to me
I hereby command all my fans' to inject it
Overdose on Red Bull in your veins if you ever slept on me
Yeah, my mind is sharper than a guillotine
All the nines extended from the knuckles of Wolverine
Not a X-Man, but, man, I got that X
I'm on my hardest, switch labels, but I still get a cheque
The more albums they sell, the more we all win
And I can be seen in thirty rocks like Alec Baldwin
Or watchin' CBS in a Cadillac DTS
I plan to reach the world, man, your plan is MetroPCS
I changed my music up cause I was gettin' bored
You may not like the way I shoot, but my points go on the board
My name still engrained and these books will be the outcome
And this one verse is harder than a lot of niggas' albums

Peace, fuck out of here, rewind that shit
Ha-ha-ha, Luda, ain't shit changed

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[Ludacris::]
Oh god! Oh god! Ugh..

[911 Ladie::]
9-1-1 WHat's your emergency?

[Ludacris::]
Yes ma'am I got a hard problem, I got a hard problem

[911 Ladie:]
Calm down sir, it can't be that hard OK?

[Ludacris:]
No it can't, it can't..It is! My dick has been hard for over eight hours and it just won't, it just won't go down!

[911 Ladie:]
Escuse me ?

[Ludacris:]
I took one of them Viagras for the first time

[911 Ladie:]
Word?

[Ludacris:]
And the first one didn't do anything, so I took another one

[911 Ladie:]
OK..

[Ludacris:]
And now my shit harder than titanium in this motherfucker, I've been knocking shit over

[911 Ladie:]
Damn I ain't had no dick in 6 months..

[Ludacris:]
Why don't them shits come with directions I don't know what to do man help

[911 Ladie:]
Hey girl, Lisa!

[Lisa:]
Hmhm ?

[911 Ladie:]
Call my shift, forward thgis call to my cell and confirm his address

[Lisa:]
I got you

[Ludacris:]
Swear to god imma kill Tyrone and them niggas, I ain't never listenin' to them niggas again man, I swear!

[Lisa:]
Hm..Calm down sir, help is on the way...

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When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me
When the liquor get up in me

I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

Ima drink until I'm drunk (drunk), smoke until I'm high (high)
Hustle till I ball (ball), get money till I die (die)
These haters want my paper and the snakes is out to get me
So when I leave this bitch I'm taking everything with me
With my wrist glowing and my fist throwing
And my Lamborghini Aventador sneak it on the block
Been going and I been flowing I gotta say that Ludacris, a nigga never gonna stop
Hanging with women that's loving them drugs
Neighborhood call me the plug of the plug
Poppin' a pill and then jump in the tub
We buy out the bar, we buy out the club
Got a black, AMX, I left home, no Visa
Talk money, and my money, talk back, like Caesar
Mix soda, with the syrup, we be leaning like the Tower of Pisa
And if y'all don't fuck with us, then we don't fuck with y'all either

I'm a motherfuckin' beast (When the liquor get up in me)
Tell these niggas clear the streets (When the liquor get up in me)
I'll be all up in my zone (When the liquor get up in me)
I ain't never going home (When the liquor get up in me)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

I'm talking 1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4
How many shots to hit the motherfucking floor
You sipping man, quit tripping man, stop acting like a ho
Waitress said another round? I said you already know

You see I started from nothing and made it up outta the hood
Dollar and a dream and I made what I could
Fifty to a hundred, then a hundred to a grand
Then a grand to a milli, nigga really what's good
Its wood in the whip the wood like a wood shop
Neighbor's all think that I cook rocks
No peace in the streets
Really got me thinking ain't no such thing as a good cop
My neck froze and my ice steel
Flows, rappers just bite still
Platinum plaques, three Grammy's
I'd said I Made It like Mike Will
With coupes all on that freeway
Pockets on Gabby Sidibe
Got cake and women blowing like everyday is my b-day

We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

She dragging a mink coat got peter pissed its a pity
A titans like Tennessee but she chiefing like Kansas City
She love it when she get tipsy and strip to the core essentials
With her legs sprawled out like the Air Jordan's symbols
She be twenty thousand feet in my apartment in the sky
Y'all hoes just drink and drive, my woman just drink and fly
She a lady in the street ain't nothing fake about her booty
She call me for special ops, I told her that's my Call of Duty

We be getting mighty bold (When the liquor get up in her)
She be sliding down that pole (When the liquor get up in her)
She be shaking it for daddy (When the liquor get up in her)
Getting freaky in the Caddy (When the liquor get up in her)

[Hook:]
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
Get lit (get lit)
AHH SHIT

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Some days I think I love my whip more than I love my bitch
Everytime we argue I just hop up in my car and split
And my car never talked back to me
It just turned up and played this track to me
And my girl getting jealous trying to wild on her
Calling her used cuz I actually got so many miles on her
And try to make her feel inferior
Since I'm rubbing on my Acura's interior
Whenever I'm with either of my ladies I just love her
See cuz one rides me while I ride in the other mane
I'm bout to go get in trouble mane
With the one that's like my sidekick the other thinks she my mother mane
And I ain't with that
They both got mean bodies but with this Maserati see how I trip that
Pretty feat with nice painting they both drop the top
And both stressing everythang in the parking lot
Gone

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[Hook - Ludacris(Big K.R.I.T.):]
6 fifteens, candy coated riding clean
Every time I pull out a new whip I cause a scene
Rolling through my hood, I told 'em pimpin' ain't that easy
So whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
(Come and see me) Come and see me
(Come and see me) Come and see me
Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me
(Come and see me) Come and see me
(Come and see me) Come and see me
Whatever you need, little buddy, come and see me

[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
I'm talking Monte Carlos, Crown Vics, Cadillacs and Regals
If I get pulled over, everything I got's illegal
But I ain't got no worries I got Jesus riding shotgun
Knowing that I need a meal ticket and I can't stop until I got one
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Shit, I'm whippin' cutty bubble bucket busty, bitches love to ride too
Hanging out the window front and central serving niggas like a late-night Wendy's drive through
Tweeters, speakers, jeekers fiendin', diamond in the back my nigga
I got two white girls, think I oughta have a curl in return of the mack, my nigga
[Ludacris:]
It's the return of the 'Lac
Riding on so many horses they think I'm playing polo
Candy paint drippin' like a Jheri curl, nigga, I'mma let my soul glo
Fleet, flickin', screaming, bitches, pitchin', counter, past fate
And all of the women get jealous cause of the way my car can make its ass shake
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
Last to base, in the face
The law's right beside me, my window tint, dawg
My rims are too large
As soon as I hit the back road bet the law can't find me
Ridin', candy paint with two poles in the trunk
Popped up twice with two hoes in the trunk
Disturb your peace with fifteens that thump
Duck my slab get sawed off with the pump

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Big K.R.I.T.:]
I got two floors in my trunk, club lights in my trunk
I charge at the door them hoes hit the floor, we have club nights in my trunk
Cause it's an earthquake when I park, I keep a UFO in my yard
My wheels so big when I swing my whip I can high five God, lord
[Ludacris:]
I could skydive off of the top of the roof, rims taller than King Kong
Riding around looking for an ass that I could sit my drink on
My seats warm, my drink cold, my paint dry, but her mouth wet
Suffocate that ho till that bitch look like Smurfette
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
007 pressin' more buttons, I got all these gadgets, ho
I got all these alpine, it could turn a square chick ratchet, ho
Neon lights shine neon bright that I could direct all this traffic, ho
Young and wise my 9 to 5 would be a vortex if I crash it, ho
[Ludacris:]
Like a head on collision with a red bone mouth colder than Michigan
Reach in that glove box and I got more rubbers than Michelin
I'm feeling like Yao Ming in the whip (why?) I need more leg room
So I hit a switch and the whole back seat turned into a god damn bedroom

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris(Big K.R.I.T.):]
Okay now, ho, pour out that drinking watch me fire up that blunt
Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
(Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk)
Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
[Big K.R.I.T.(Ludacris):]
Okay, now bow down when you see me, don't be trippin' on the thump
Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
(Don't make you pop your fuckin' trunk)
Don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
Anybody getting outta line don't make me pop my fuckin' trunk
Hold up

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[Miguel:]
I keep dwellin' on the past, babe
Know what I need, yeah

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

[Ludacris:]
It's better to love and then lost than to never have loved at all
If that was true I wouldn't be drinking this alcohol
Every relationship failed to take a toll on you
Especially when you had hoes and area codes on you
Is it easier to erase my memories
At a point when most of my past women became my enemies?
Some on the fence, some befriended me
But when we see each other it's gon' be some weird energy
I'm sorry that we couldn't make it work
Believe in your heart, I never intended to make you hurt
Now they see me on the blogs with my new girl
Friends talking 'bout "that's supposed to be you, girl"

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

[Ludacris:]
I got a empty hole in my chest
How do I fill it? Somebody give a prescription
I guess I gotta learn to live with regrets
Pay for mistakes and your exes take a commission
But what's a percent off the top when you hit the bottom
After you break up wondering how to live without 'em?
Need solutions, less problems
Cause if love will drive you crazy I belong in the insane asylum
Hear the rain, feel the pain inside 'em
Kinda lost, need someone to guide 'em
It's nothin' worse than feelin' alone
But I'll admit to feelin' better when I'm hearing this song, it goes

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

[Miguel:]
So I, dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat, baby
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
On an empty bed
Dwelling on the past, all the moments on repeat
Playing empty songs when I'm blowing my high
Feeding my heart to a lion called guilt on an empty bed
While I lose my mind
So you know what I need

[Miguel:]
I need some real good lovin'
Cause I'm troubled by the things that I see
I need some real good lovin'
Cause ain't nobody been around here lovin' on me

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[Intro - Kanye West + Ludacris:]
(Applause)
And the winner, for the best rap album goes to
Ludacris it’s your year baby
(Applause)

This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now
I appreciate your prayers
Mr. Wayne Bridges
I love you

[Ludacris Talking:]
Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
You're still living through me
Listen!

[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Look, I lost my father to the bottle
I'd hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow
Got a little sorrow for a lifetime
Cause when he was living I'm thinking how do I get him to listen
When he was seldom in his right mind
My early years I was too young to understand
But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans
Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments
Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it
Got a little older and he got a little worse
Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed
Well, tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops
The beat goes on, but the drinking's gotta stop!

[Hook - Monica:]
If I had have know I wouldn't see you tomorrow
I would've had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey
But now you got me [?] out that pain, gone after sorrow
Wishing every day you were here with me
But now that you're gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
Ooh oh oh

[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Yeah, I lost my father to the bottle
Function and alcoholics what they call it far as I know
Became a teenager and started to understand
But even through drinks he still taught me to be a man
So before the hospital, when the paramedics rest him
He knew that everybody who met him, instantly loved him
I run the con concerts? Would have made him even sicker
Cause who gon' tell him he can't drink none of his son's liquor
And tell me without my father how am I supposed to manage?!
He had the biggest heart, but also had that liver damage
Tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his paps
The beat goes on, but the drinking' gotta stop!

[Hook]

[Bridge - Monica:]
Not a day goes by that I don't miss ya, and don't wish you were here with me
No matter what you did, I forgive you!

[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
I lost my father to the bottle
Tell your parents you love 'em
You might not see them tomorrow!
I swallow my pride, try to put my problems aside
But I feel so hollow inside
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
Cause I'm steady wishing you were here
To see the goals that I plan to reach
You left the day after I put you into my Grammy speech
It's almost like you waited just to see me win
Well, pops I can't wait untill the day we meet!

[Hook]

[Outro - Monica:]
I can't get over you you you, hey
Love in a bottle, hey heyyy
Oh, I miss you!
I wanna see you tomorrow
I wanna see you again
I wanna see you tomorrow
I miss you, you you you you
I love you, you you you

---

[Hook - Usher:]
If you look to the stars, you'll find that your not far from me
And if you follow your heart, you'll find that you'll be one of them
And not long [x5]

[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Long days half sober nights
Unsigned performing at every open mic
God is all I needed to believe in me
Haters I tune them out they were on another frequency
My momma never winded my decision
And all the bright lights never blinded out my vision
Music was my passion and my first crush
I'm just tryna ride the waves baby surfs up
When I'm down music gets me worked up
Plus in all my shows it gets womans to pull they skirts up
What can I say I'm turnt up
I'm on fire these other rappers is burnt up

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Yeah what an imagination
I'm a dreamer losing my concentration
Head in the clouds to trace my observations
Just connect the dots to all of the constellations
Looking for signs that's astrological
And I don't dream big my dreams are astronomical
So when critics write articles of my chronicles
I wonder if my hunger is felt and they abdominal
Hiding from life daily distraction
Where thoughs become things from the power of attration
And I'm attracted to money and beautiful woman
Ha and toasting to new beginnings, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
Look its not long til the fights over
The turbulence is non stop till the flights over
So when passangers panic just stay silent
And realize its never too late to become the pilot
I fly higher take control of my destiny
The first step I needed me to invest in me
Its still an every day struggle for wealth
I'd rather struggle to working for me than working for someone else
And I'm steady tryna ease the stress
So I open up all the doors with the key to success
If it hasn't been done then I'mma do it first
Cuz I'm the master of the Ludaverse

[Hook]

---

Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

Where do I begin
Well, the industry shady not everybody is your friend
I had to learn that shit the hard way
In and out bogus contracts since before I was rapping in the hallway
Everyone out for money, executives out for blood
If you don't keep the music current then labels'll pull the plug (Get it)
Hard to admit when shit don't go the way you plan
While everybody's on Instagram just fronting like life is brand
Take it back to one of my first tours
Fuckin' everything movin' thinkin' groupies will never do nothing back to us
Kick 'em out the hotel swearing I hit my finer things
Lost a bunch of jewelry from a Rolex to a diamond chain (Bitch)
How in the hell did I get caught slippin'
Meanwhile on all my records, nigga talkin' bout he pimpin'
Maybe i exaggerated a lil bit
You know fake it till you make it every one of us rappers gotta talk a little shit
Yeah I done smashed some video vixens and some actresses
But brand name pussy don't feel no different on my matresses
Insecure hoes with brest jobs and butt shots
Blaming on us rich niggas sponsoring shit and what not
Now guys are just as big as groupies as these women is
Till you break up and a bitch wonder where her percentage is
While these regular hoes are trying to play the trap game
And now is the time I blame it on the rap game

Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

Listen, this ain't scripted this reality
It take some drugs for us to conquer this is sanity
Thieves using our name promoting these fake appearances
Publicists overcharging taking years for these clearances
I got [?] some rappers said I stole their joint nigga
Spend half a million just to prove a fucking point nigga
We got the fans thinking rappers never lose
Gave a producer a hundred grand for a beat I never use (Damn)
The false stories and being misquoted in magazines
Got a nigga wanting to go and load a couple magazines
Head to your office and shoot up the whole fucking staff
Post that on your website and burn while I fucking laugh
You protesters at my concerts y'all make me sick
I thought I told y'all I would never disrespect a bitch
It's clear to see that Hip Hop's under attack man
Or is it cause that no one wants to see a rich black man
Really they want us with no money
Hungover and missing flights and cutting our show money
Hip Hop cops still looking and trying to catch us slippin'
And put us in a position to make some real life decisions (Hmmm)
Or do we just be doing dumb shit
Emptying out these gun clips and always on the run shit
Lifestyles of us entertaining hood niggas
If it's bad to be a rapper what's good nigga

Everybody wants the fortune and fame
The more things change, the more they stay the same
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game
This industry is like a crap game
Sometimes you gotta charge it to the rap game

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[Intro - Ludacris:]
Over a decade later
Let's toast to the good life
We still living the hood life
Welcome to my world Ludaversal!

[Verse 1 - Ludacris:]
Listen
I think I got the best job in the world
Cuz I ain't gotta take the piss test
Michael sending me Jordans every 1st of the month
Said his kids love me, ain't paid for a pair of kicks since
Why is it that when 'em niggas gettin' rich
The whole world just wanna get you some free shit? (Hahah)
Ain't that 'bout a bitch
Especially when they told me I'll never do shit, or be shit
I made it and never took you for granted
Took off and I never landed, supply whatever demanded and no one's ever handed it to me
I kicked it off with me and my special team and shot the [?] to me
Touchdown on my old turf, money and bitches sucking me in my microphone vest
And know I'm not surprised that my old [?] taking niggas to school, go do your homework

[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal

[Verse 2 - Ludacris:]
Almost everyday I'm waking up in another city
Another country, a different climate and a time zone
Jet lag but I'm out of the bed fast for bad foreign bitches that I'm eager to lay my eyes on
So I opened up the blinds to the sky on
Wish that I could talk to God on my iPhone
I thank Him for all of his generosity
And for satisfying most of my curiosity
Fans asking me what it's like to be me
I always tell 'em it's more good than bad
They say I want what you got
I tell 'em you'll never have shit if you don't appreciate what you have
So I have learned to appreciate all the simple things
Like some good head and a fine wine
We all going through life searching for answers
And I been all around the world trynna find mine

[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal

[Verse 3 - Ludacris:]
Seems like everyday is a holiday
Celebratory popping bottles and model days
Stereotypical rap shit personified
From 8 albums committin' lyrical homicide
These airports like international mazes
Now my passport needs additional pages
Then I'm staring out at another horizon
Staying fly even in the no fly zone
Bodies on board but my mind's gone
Ain't no better feeling than when I fly home
Staring out the window of the plane in the rains even the clouds need a shoulder to cry on
I'm crying cuz I'm living out my dreams
But this life is not easy as it seems
It's sorta similar to a crack game
Ain't no slowing down when you living in the fast lane

[Hook - Ludacris:]
Yeah, and I been going around in circles
Like everyday is a rehearsal
Is my life your entertainment?
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
This has been my world, Ludaversal
My life your entertainment
This has been my world, Ludaversal!

[Spoken Outro:]
Life is a gift
And we have a responsibility to live it
From the first breath to the last
Our future is built on the foundation of our past
Experience is a professor, and its test's at a highest pressure
While we can't afford to crack
We must bear not to break
Like a reed in the wind we go with the flow
While still reaching for the light
Avoid useless conflict while never running from the fight
The struggle that forever brought me to just beneath the surface
I'm dedicating to the service of self and to my people
And to never feeding the beast of unnecessary evil
We say the motion of [?]
Take the action to display our character
From the first second that we start to feast until the day that we break this barrier
So disparaging is a civilized savage only strive to become average
I'm not happier as a maverick
A cowboy that uses his cabbage to get more green than most millions done seen
The good kind and never the bad bitch
The best that life has to give are the blessings of this life that we live
And everyday I'm [?] not lose my way I've had to learn
Just remember in any existence it's not the destination but the journey
Live your life

Just Blaze!

---

("Money, forget the mo-ney")

[Chorus:]
("Money") The root of all evil deceivin'
Cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
Now where do I begin?
They send you out to reel you back in and it's all for the ("money")
Cause envy breeds jealousy
Jealousy breeds HATE, they on the taste for the ("money")
("Get you some, money")

Hahaha, yeah...
My biggest gift and my curse
More money, more problems, tell me what's worse
Gettin' audited by the government, givin' up millions to the IRS
or havin' to take a paternity test from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put her hand out and now she got her hand out
It's drivin' me crazy, almost as if this shit was planned OUT! (fuck~!)
What else can anybody do to me? It ain't new to me
when every time I turn around another money hungry motherfucker suin' me
Truthfully (ohh!) I've had it up to here
And it don't help that Forbes reports what I'm makin every year
They listen closely! And I was really simonized
that I was told to go to school, graduate and get a job
But I'm a hip-hop cash king, rapper from the South
And everybody wants the easy way out, and it's all for the

[Chorus]

Hahaha...
Yeah, rappers foreclosin' on their houses (fo'real)
Can't keep up the payments, they owe a couple hundred THOU-sand (oh!)
Say they makin' millions and bills steady pillin'
Diamonds on they neck, they kids' stomach out here growlin' (rrrr!)
Get your priorities in order nigga
You talk about it, but you really can't afford it nigga
That car you bought depreciated once you drove off
No wonder why baby momma wanna knock your FUCKIN' nose off! (BLAHH!)
Half the industry goin' bankrupt
You see 'em smilin' in the club with their drinks up (cheers)
Don't let that television fool ya
Off camera they sweatin' and stressin', my young students, let me school ya
The diamonds ain't worth half what you bought them for (no)
Soon all that Gucci don't fit and now you out of dough
One day your pocket's alright and now they all wrong
Fuck you gon' do when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross:]
Lemme talk to these hoes, woadie

Uhh {"M-M-M-M"}
Uh, imagine bein' worth a 100 mil'
Your potentials of havin' a billion is only real
Images, more bitches and they named in your will
A new Mercedes, a baby, your aim was to chill
You choose a pussy or pop a bottle, grow half a mil'
All you wanted was some entertainment
All she wanted was some litigation
Exploitin' a simple penetration
Tellin' the courtroom that I'm being evasive
She wanted to walk into the SunTrust
She made me sign over my little son's trust
Take away the joy my little daughter brings
Bitch even wanted to take my daughter's rings
Misfortunes of a rich nigga
You watch BET while she look at the big picture
HUH! {"Maybach Music"}

[Chorus]

The best things in life are earned, not bought
Heheh...

---

They say "Luda, would you rather have the money or the fame?" and I steady try to tell 'em that it all just depends
Cause every time I make a little more money I seem to be losin' more of my friends
So I'd give it all up to repeat life over and they'd say "Dude is a fool"
I can't trust another motherfucker livin' in this world and this really got me losin' my cool
What would you'd do if you were in my situation and the minute everyone you ever loved to say you looked up?
You drink your pain to the bottom of a bottle and the Conjure would have you fucked up
So I'm lookin' for love in all the wrong places, pop pills, drink liquor by the cases
Get high, make a woman get low, in the strip club lookin' for familiar faces
People know me on a first name basis but all they ever really want's my cash
"Let me borrow just a couple hundred dollars and you know that I'm a pay you back", my ass
This world so superficial, this world done lost my trust
They say "Ludacris, you changin'" but I really don't give a FUCK!
What the hell am I suppose to think? What the hell am I suppose to do?
I'm hearin' that the Devil's in disguise and I'm hearin' that the nigga look just like you
They know I walk throw the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I don't go astray
And I get down on my knees and pray and I say

[Chorus - Cee-Lo Green (Ludacris):]
(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away
(Okay, okay, okay) I wish my problems would go away, away, away
Wish my problems would go away, away, away

Doc say I need to change my diet, cause I really not eatin' right
Mama said I need some peace and quite, cause I'm really not sleepin' right
What's the use of havin' all the money and the power in the world if I can't abuse it?
Seems like the, only thing that's, keepin' me together is my music
If it wasn't for that I think I would lose it; if it wasn't for that I would go crazy
When nobody went good on they word and the industry'd make you feel like FUCK you pay me
Cause I gotta feed family, some of the same ones that abandoned me
that still lookin' for a hand out 'til you found out that there ain't shit ya handed me
Hah, still mad at me? But I'm tryin' to be the man I plan to be
But can't do it if you callin' me for dumb shit, thinkin' I'm innocent, I'ma plea insanity (ohh!)
Too many distractions, and it feels like everyday
So I get down on my knees and pray and I say

[Chorus]

I finally made it to the top of the CEO position
But when things don't go their way, these artists got all these suspicions
So the weed keep me at peace and I think I need an intervention
Who the fuck put me in charge of makin' all of these decisions?
My position got me stressin' like it never did before
Not to mention my best friend drowned and Death was knockin' at his door
And it seems like someone in my family is passin' away like everyday
So I just look up to the sky and get on my knees and pray and I SAY!!

[Chorus]

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Yeah, I used to care so much what people thought about me
Now I really could give a fuck
Not when I own over $15 million in real estate
And bought all the Fast & Furious trucks, haha
See, everyday I put in work and my salary grows
So excuse me I'm not caught up on reality shows
See the Bridges Family values on the southside
I live in Atlanta but do not have an Atlanta house, why?
I'm not married, I've never been engaged
But yo dumb-ass believes whatever's on the front page
See some of these bloggers don't even believe their own lies
Turn the computer screen into a mirror, look at'cha own lives
Cause technology exceeds all humanity
But there's a thin line between genius and insanity
Now private pics on my private no longer private, mane
Hope I can gets some privacy up on my private plane

[Chorus - John Legend:]
Ohh-whoa, livin' in the spotlight
Oh if it's too hot, too hot tonight, I think I'm gonna take flight
But I'ma be alright (alright) I'ma be alright (I'ma be alright)
Let me liiive, 'til I die - ohh I

I'm doin' interviews, gettin' asked the same questions from 10 years ago
Wonderin' to myself what the fuck I'm there for
Now that my daughter's a CEO at the age of 10
And I got restaurants inside Atlanta's airport
That repetition will drive any human being nutty
I'd rather be in my own crib, on my own couch
Thinkin' I got that "do what the fuck I wanna do" money
Yeah, and then I went to Quincy Jones' house
Realize I didn't have shit, got some work to do
Soon as you get some money, it's gon' be someone with more than you
Sci-fi movies, the fans said "This album's overdue
And if you don't put some music out, these niggas gon' be over you"
Talkin' 'bout "Where that old Luda for the rapper's sake?"
But Ursher told me if I don't evolve, I'll evaporate
I've gotten better, motherfucker if you listen
If you're smart and went to college better use your intuition

[Chorus]

Yeah, my own expectations I exceeded them
And when people say Luda's underrated, I'd agree with 'em
They said I'm so visual, they overlook the lyrics
But every verse you get a sample if your mind can clear it
Then steer it in the direction of your memory
And I'll be satisfied when I'm celebrated for centuries
Wrote a song for my girl, she couldn't stand straight
My man said, "Don't release it, you'll ruin your female fan base"
I said, "Man, my female fan base gon' be here for forever"
Cause even though I'm with one, to them we're still together
And who am I to tell 'em different if my voice can freak 'em?
Long as I can continue coming through all of that speakers
I'm a man of choice words but I speak the truth
And I ain't scared of shit except God in a life jail suit
Especially when all of my bills are paid for
And God answered everything that I prayed for

[Chorus 2X]

[John Legend ad-libs to the end]

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[Chorus - Jason Aldean:]
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord, won't you let me know?
Or give me one more reason to go?

[Chorus]

Yeah, I done took all I could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact - FUCK you, don't need you in my life (no)
You done did so much wrong I hope you get right
But not at my expense, I did all I could do
You just took me for granted, you thought I was a fool (nah)
When I did everything in my power to help and please you
But I don't know you no more - FUCK it, I caught amnesia! (woo!)
Too many emotions I try to bury
But the higher I climb, the less weight I'm tryin' to carry (yeah)
And niggas holdin' on for dear life, bringin' me drama
But I'm only responsible for my daughters Cai and Karma
Nigga you's a grown man, get yourself together
Forget about the past, now's a better time than NEVER
Matter of fact, it's time to start makin' better decisions
So put your fires out and stop burnin' Chris' bridges (woo!)
Hah, you little bitches

[Chorus]

Yeah, this industry's full of bullshitters
And all this time you thought you had me fooled niggas
In my Ferrari partner thought he saw a spaceship
Cause I move in speed not to get caught up in this fake shit
Smilin' in my face when I'm around y'all
But soon as I leave, niggas be prayin' on my downfall (Lord)
Is it cause you'll never sell as many records?
My bitches always look better? You fail at business endeavours?
Or that people thought you were clever but now they know you STUPID?
And misery loves company now that you're goin' through it? (yeah)
Somebody tell these rappers I worked hard in these Louis
So get out of here, you don't want no parts in this shit, do we?
I see them drugs got y'all trippin' too soon
That's why you find me in the club every once in a blue moon
So while you contemplate makin' your first million
I'll be somewhere contemplatin' on makin' my first BILLION
Hah, and then trillion

[Chorus]

Yeah, the biggest mistake we make as individuals (what's that?)
is thinkin' everyone lives by the same principles (okay)
But when I talk by the same teachers and principals (nope)
For you to know it's not the money, it's the principle (woo!)
So I can't expect you to know what I'm talkin' 'bout (nah)
Our issues are deep within, we can't just talk 'em out
Niggas is fightin' inside, we can't just walk 'em out (they fightin'!)
These bridges burnin' so fast, we can't just stomp 'em out
Ugh, as if you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

[Chorus]

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