[Blake] This rap lesson is now in session Gonna start it all with a confession Confessing ain't my style so I'm actually gonna hold off for a while I conflegrate the competition Out the way I'm on a mission Speaking premonitions, in the world of the living bitch Let me digress and get back to the topic Baby girl ain't no one better at making major profits You cant knock it, but rock it and sock it I've got robots in my pockets No fruits, no boots I'm going barefoot Never stay put dancing in the cut Cause I don't give a fuck I'm so fly you can call Marty MC Hammering this beat no where that I'd rather be uh Rolling snake eyes riding high bitches goodbye Casinos and flashing lights in my future shines so bright I'm going blind, and going deaf to the haters I can't hear ya And allergic to suckas so you know I can't get near ya [Rob Boss] R O B Mr. Bossevicci on the beat Red wine, I'm inclined to dine Hoochies bouncin' ass fine Men say I'm to mean Smoking green leaf Drinking no tea No hands no plans, just me Sucka MC's plea-please go easy Ladies say please me Please don't be cheesy Drinking dry gin, dry ice dry humor Bitches say I'm hard and you best believe the rumors You best believe the rumors Rob B out [Blake] I'm rapping with a passion Attacking each syllable and crashing The most mackin-ist baller the immaculate captain never falter but alter the rythem I be spitting More current the ocean Do the math and get the quotient Dividing lines Counting dividends spitting bars getting by yeah Waking up early morning thinking green my monies growing Keep my skrilla in my scraper ride around with my paper Today I made a killing I've got millions on millions Step n stage make them ladies scream whoa I don't need a tractor to pull hoes No No freestyles, I don't rap for free If you wanna get a verse then you've gotta pay me I ain't got no filters like them Instagram hoes If you feel like trying me then I'm down to throw them bows My hands more precise than a clocks' Hit you up real quick tick-tock Four shots and I feel alright We're gonna get down tonight Chyeah!

[Young P.I.P.] Baby, I haven't seen you lately You got me feeling lonely Cause you're always on you grind Got me feeling like you ain't got time Baby, I haven't seen you lately You know you left me empty But your always on my mind Oh please don't waste my time [Blake] Ohhhh Yeah, Yeah This Bleezy not breezy My attraction to you is so deeply Driving me insane Had to hop on the first plane just to get to where you are and to see you and how you are My bars flow like stars glow like Laying down my sick flow Laying down on them pillows Tryna sleep but my mind is running Oh well time goes On I sit up and turn a beat on The gears are turning and I write on Word play like scrabble Babble on Knight that's what I am some times Night is when I like to rhymes Cause that's when my mind runs the most Add some wine in the mix and butter me up like I'm toast This a passion as one thing goes turn the page and you'll know Time moves on, and I realize all I want is to be in your eyes What you are to me, in mine And that's perfect, baby So glad that your mine And that's perfect, baby So glad that your mine I just want to run away with you N we can't stop No you know we won't stop [Young P.I.P.] Baby, I haven't seen you lately You got me feeling lonely Cause you're always on you grind Got me feeling like you ain't got time Baby, I haven't seen you lately You know you left me empty But your always on my mind Oh please don't waste my time [Blake] REPEATx3 You ain't got no time for this I ain't got no time for that You ain't got no time for this I ain't got no time for that You ain't got no time for this I ain't got no tiiiiiiiime

[Blake] Yeah This is, By design I'm a product of my environment I'm doin’ hard time In my mind The sun shining not a lot of it I'm positive I'm negative Pushin forward somethings gotta give I'm moving forward but I'm crawling kids Growing up to be the next big thing Chasing bundles of cash and Hollywood dreams I just want what I've seen on the big screen Fast cars foreign broads perfect bods flipping cards, be a star shining dining on the finest dionysus pouring prodigious products, producing prolific lyrical portraits Stick we it Like trees in a forest Call me Titan I shoulder the world like Heighten But really who remembers? Strapped and heated in the middle of December, oh Colder than everest But my whole blocks hot Sipping bubbled beverages Glocks losing it's leverage Yo You can't see me I'm houdini on the flow I go and I go Until I can't no mo I'm gone yo It's naughty by nature Slick by design All the time Making money is a habit I do more than get by Whether I'm in the studio or out on my grind The out comes never in question It's all by design I get the bottles Poppin While that whip be locking While them ass’ be dropping Turnin’ up an I ain’t stopping Can never have enough success Especially when you live your life in excess My nexus is so serious Like a net set on the play ground when you’re 5 years old Climb to the top get over your fears and be bold And I see souls not people I can tell if you’re fake or real Like a 6th sense but more regal for real But in the end all of that don’t Matter Cause I’m stepping to the plate whipping’ pancakes no batter Climb the ladder, anti-matter Lyrics to your ears The opposite of fears I'm a syntax toting omnipotent Ballistic lyrical docent Tell em It's naughty by nature Slick by design All the time Making money is a habit I do more than get by Whether I'm in the studio or out on my grind The out comes never in question It's all by design {Bleezy Blake out}

[Blake] Below the underground Like a fossil uncovered now A missing link in the rap clink I'm in the pink ink Leak from my pen Scribing life until the end Clean ya ears out So I can make em ring for years now Forming followings Jump on the train to finer things Michael kohrs on the wrist With them fly Giuseppe kicks If mj sick Then I'm james bond slick I'm a fucking T-rex An I'll wreck you team next Like Mr. T Yes I pitty ya fool The lyricism non existent Be missing from my rhymes If you read through You might catch a ghost in the lines He fuckin floatin through the lines While I get after mine Who the baddest motherfucka that be? Bitches that's me me me Meet ya in the streets and Ima leave ya squad leaking You wanna fuck with me I won't stop until yall beaten I'm hotter than the hottest sauce that burn your ass I'm burning masses Making messes Calculated guesses Checking checks up off my check list I'm a mother fucking boss so I do what I want! These other fucks is lost Always want to but don't Everything I do mane It's part of the plan Jump out the fucking oven N in to the frying pan It's all about the money It's all about the power Ain't a damn thing funny My taste is kind of sour Life hands me lemons N I throw them right back When they ask me how I got here I made this shit from scratch! Laying down my ciphers in the mother fucking trap When they ask me how I got here I made this shit from scratch I just tell em people felt it Modafucka I built it Haters in the cut they call me young Bleezy Haters in the cut only hating cause they can't be me I'm back on a track An I'm stepping on the cracks This is Blake not lively Drips from the IV, nightly I be grinding through the critics Adding names to the hit list I'm the fittest of the fittest And you know I don't know what quit is Got this base bumping through your bones Bitches it's on Until we meet again, deuces See you in the next song If you see some bad bitches, GO GET EM Motherfuckas on your hit list, GO GET EM Wanna bees' so ridiculous, GO GET EM Stack them bars and riches, GO GET EM GO GET EM GO GET EM GO GET EM GO GET EM [Rob Boss] Straight up homicidal Call the doctor, press the dial up Watching these residuals and dead bodies they pile up Robby is not to be tested, thick bitches be hesitant they Never saw their diet being sugar cubes and dick bone Full grown, drop it down I’ll let you drink the pudding Knock some fucking sense in you bitch you never understood That I’m a motherfucking lyrical murderer not a purist, you faggots be tripping hurdles Before I spit all my curses, I’m cursing in waves, Watching the typical rock sink deep in the haze, bang Bring me the bae, bring me the- bring me the bitches and liquor, I cannot behave Fucking bitches to infinity definitive edition booty licking rap entity Die like a Kennedy, fucking all these dirty hoes she mary Monroe I’m John Kennedy That ass swerve side to side, you acting like you never saw a rapper like me With the glasses and a black T in your sheets, I’m Charlie Sheen without the aids Get paid, got switch blades and bitch maids, rolling hard on cocaine Fired up like propane, game I’m looking at you I’m looking at you Bitch

This is a brief intermission I'm intermittently taking a breather Rollin' through the desert like a tumble weed weaver I'm just coastin and roastin All the beats that J be posting You fuckers can't deal and you never could Spark it up like a lighter Light a fire in this woods Just like a blaze I'm hard to stop when I'm going good Slow burning and hot DO NOT get it misunderstood You would try to put me out but it's far too late So for right now take in the smoke bitch, asphyxiate Cause all my people is done up And all the real ones are on a come up We may not be at the top now But we'll be there when the suns up Let me hit you with that spectacular vernacular I'm ripping this not tripping shit A bag of fix and a barrel of six An I'll spit the spills for all within ear shot But I can't stop for those who can't wait Sorry homeboy but for you it's too late If you want the keys to success then I'll tell you one time But I don't repeat myself man Keep that in mind Peace

[Rob Boss] Too late for second chances Too late for re romances No you wont understand it No no you don't understand Too late for second chances Too late for re romances You won't wont understand it No no you don't understand Robbie pickin' pockets with the flow Proceed with caution When she lookin' at me she don't see the history involving me and some her Some other woman now I'm taking home these bitches Using super glue for stitches I'm a busted ass heart I still keep a place for us Same place I take hoes to fuck Grey Goose in my blood tonight She know I ain't been acting right I still keep a place for us Same place I take hoes to fuck Grey Goose in my blood tonight She know I ain't been acting right - I'm drinking more than I thought I would And It's too late It's too late to fall in love tonight [Blake] Would you really wanna fuck the world Are you trying to figure out how to save it? You may have the best intentions But either way it might be too late bruh Flippin' verses at the speed of infinity Shots have been fired and all of them enter me Eternally flowing material glowing I stay slaying beats until 8 in the morning She's moanin' and groanin' I'm fuckin' and flowing The sun slips through te blinds Piercing my blood shot eyes I cannot see two feet in front of me Maybe I've had too much to drink Or maybe I haven't had enough Sometimes it's hard to keep track man Sometimes that shit is rough You gotta spit some shit that people can relate too But even then they still might hate you Boy, don't let them berate you Instead make them debate Let em see success from far away Having them wonder if it's all too late I made my name and I made her day Homie had your chance now get out the way Blake is the trillest the realest I mean it Still people hate man they just can't believe it Thinking to themselves While the by themselves I wonder if he'll still be friends with us? I don't know we can only hope But I have a feeling that it's too late [Rob Boss] I'm drinking more than I thought I would And It's too late It's too late to fall in love tonight

[Blake] I have everything you can ever need I know the secret of your love for me I am the one who will do you right I just want to, I just want , I just want to wind you up I see you down there on the floor Shake that thing up some more I couldn't ask for more I just want to wind you up Even though you got a man I don't wanna be no friend I just wanna wind you up, No - You wind me up ma I salute ya You a real ass trooper My bad bitch, day one chick You always down for this dick Come over here and take a swig of this here Jack Daniels and coke You out here fallin' in love but I'm only tryin to poke Get a taste of these bars cause what I spit it real Now that I've got your attention Ima give it to you real Pull up real close and Ima squeeze real tight Your booty bodacious and your body so right I'm gonna hit it from the front I'll put you on your back You ain't never got it like this before I'm layin' it down like a lumberjack Making her wet in the sheets Making her grind her teeth When I put it in deep I fuckin' put your ass to sleep, chyeah - I have everything you can ever need I know the secret of your love for me I am the one who will do you right I just want to, I just want , I just want to wind you up I see you down there on the floor Shake that thing up some more I couldn't ask for more I just want to wind you up Even though you got a man I don't wanna be no friend I just wanna wind you up, No [Rob Boss] Oh, girl I mix that beat Make the base move your feet I've got contacts lots of hoes wanna cuntact She up on me Like I wanna her too And she horny, what I gotta do I'm gonna bring her home tonight Rob B. in that pussy so tight Gonna lick it up, lick it up Don't give a fuck Gonna eat it up I just wanna wind you

[Blake] The city that I roam is not the city I belong in I've been longing to return to ballin in the land of falling Sakura leaves impossibly Making me believe Just landed in Narita You can't see us I'll just ride out Take a drive down To the city fill my cup up get fucked up Be careful not to get locked up You know I stay glocked up An I just don't give a fuck Hey hey The city that I roam is not the city I belong in The rain pouring down while these ladies getting down Hit up the karaoke on the low key I can't sing But I’m still there We in here for winning and grinning Sinning is second nature I'm a fucking desperado Making money is my motto I will burn you with fire That's inside You're the fuel and I'm the lighter Me n my desires climbing like spiders Higher in the sky, First class is where I ride Without a shadow of a doubt, I’m out here The clouds part an it’s all clear In the park you know I make my mark An you cannot see me after dark Like Asian Kung-fu generation Who sit atop an island nation The city that I roam is not the city I belong in The name is Blake J Mr. factual contractual Logic is the way that I be giving knowledge back to y’all An I really don’t care If you ready or unprepared For the verse I'm bout to lay down Get that oriental sound bitch The City that I roam is not the city I belong in And the prettiest of hoes are not the ones you always callin’ My dude I stay hustling all day I’m never stallin If you want a verse then put up a stack and quit calling PEACE

[Jean Pierre] Baby girl, You got me feeling So excited Everybody knows You got me firing Come on let me show you Let me show you why girl Baby girl (REPEAT x3) I just want you I just need you Baby girl, I wanna feel you I wanna feel you yeah [Blake] {An I want you} {Bleezy Blake on the mic} I need you But your so far away An I see you work work work work working babe ANd I get so, I get so oooooooooo One more time! I see you workin babe and you know I want to! Get so, I get so! [Jean Piere] Baby Girl, Baby Girl Baby Girl, Baby Girl Mmm Haha, bet you didn't see this one coming You and me girl, awh yeah