SCHOOLBOY Q – Oxy Music

Yeah; I got my hustle dog
I gets my hustle off, oxycontin hero-oine
Cra-zayy; I got my chopper dog
Don’t make me chop him off
Chop chop chop chop, knock him off

[ScHoolboy Q]
Blood on the wall, death in the air
Birds on the ground, pistols everywhere
Devil’s in the eyes, babies always cry
Poppa never home, fuck it we all alone
Tryin to get rich yeah that talkin right
Grab me the beaker I’ll measure the white
Heat up the water, drop it in pot
Baking soda and ice cubes make it rock
Get you a saucer the razor go chop
Get you a Glock and invest in a block
Set up your shop, dare ‘em to pop
Fucked by the cop jacked his ass with a shot
Ya ya!

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]
Cra-zayy; I got my hustle dog
I gets my hustle on, prostitutes and raps and all
Cra-zayy; I got my chopper dog
Don’t make me chop him off
Knock knock knock knock, knock him off

[ScHoolboy Q]
Satan in your soul, let it take control
Oxycontin fiends, keep the foil low
Let the pill burn, inhale exhale it slow
Let your heart explode, drop you to the flo’
I gets the dough, I hustle hard
Ace Hood ain’t got shit on moi
Green beans, 80′s for sure
They like what I’m talkin bout
You know what I’m talkin bout?
No syringes or nothin just heroins cousin smoke mufflers out

[Chorus 1 + Chorus 2]

[ScHoolboy Q]
Only Lords knows, and only time’ll tell
Will I got to heaven, or will I burn in hell?
Music in my mind, vibratin down my spine
travels to my heart, shoulda been here from the start
Now I get bread for my audio
(Call me your pusher these bars that I’m pushin)
You know I ain’t talkin a Xanny bro
(Nigga we on it be up by the mornin)
You wreck a new bitch wearin panties though
(Threw out my line) Fished up for sho’
(nigga we eatin) You oughts to know
(Put my big boy in her) nebulo
There she blows, #HiiPower controllin
Our hustle keep goin sh-shittin on niggaz
Excuse all our colons, boss after boss
Don’t be pissed that we ballin we here for the moment
(We gettin this cash) My flows be imported
My bitch be imported, my grind get distorted
Your life get deported, ch-ch-ch-ch-choppers deployin
Loosin my brain while recordin on

[Outro]
[laughter]
Q! [3X]
Ooh-ooh! [3X]
Yeahhhhh, Q!!

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Jay Rock – 2 Raw

[Verse 1: Q]
Aye groove the window down oh shit I’m getting high
Still I’m cool.. No AC needed
Probly slidin down ya region off this henney got me leanin
Ain’t no secret that we ballin and yo ho be refereeing
Bet I make that pussy whistle up and down that booty dribble
Was she foul? Just a little, tech-nical how she nibble uhh
Ain’t fuckin with u losers all my niggas won
It’s mista bet I got sum weed, aye split another one
Look down upon the ceiling
Just try to reach the sky cuz when u up they all be kneeling
Contradictions in my thoughts and I just execute my feelings
Shake the nonbelievers off I’m tryna navigate a million
But yo first lets hit the store you know I love Korean
She tell me hurry up and buy, I hurry up I’m fiendin
So I zip that, chop that, pass the blunt
Know my dick from last month but theres more to come, what the fuck?

[Hook]
2, 2 fucking raw (Face down, ass up)

[Verse 2: Q]
Heroin, extacy, oxycontin, vicodin, coca cola everything up in our jeans
Even methamphetamines
Get this bread by any means
Pcp, lsd, transactions frequently
Turn ya job into a ki
Turn that ki into a beach
Turn that beach into ur sleep
Rest ya head, remain neat
Haters love to hate a G
Gossip on ya bakery
Wish they had the recipe
Swear this life is meant for me
Tired of crackin niggas heads in the stolen challenger
Hopped up out the passenger and merked the DA’s messenger
Every corner, camera
Nigga I’m just tryna live
Shitty on a shitty curb
Niggas can ya front ya kids
See how niggas get it in
Trappin so we live in sin
This felony won’t keep me in I’m hungry gotta rob again
Embarrassing my mom and them
Grandma braggin to her friends
Killin beef, apparently
Name a nigga rare as me
Yeah I be, 2 fuckin raw

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rock]
Got me swagged
Then I put yo style in a body bag
Man I’m off a bag of that good
My flow off a pile of pack
Man I’m leanin hard, like I’m off that sy-RUP
And I’m damn near tore up
Wit my dogs and locstas
And we all got stock like brokers
Ugh, we don’t chase hoes, nah
Hoes gon chase us, yeah
Straight to the condo
Yeah bitches ain’t shit that’s the muhhfuckin motto
In the monte carlo
Yeah sippin on carlo
Just me and my posse
Strapped up when u gotta know the ropes like ted dibiase
Look at my life raw, NIGGA
Bitches wanna suck me off, QUICKER
Haters can’t stand my guts, NIGGA
Cuz I get my bucks, BIGGER
I’m on my own, I’m in my zone
Bitch niggas can’t knock me off my throne
I’m on my shit, cuz septic tanks
I don’t give a fuck what set you claim
Just get yo money let the bullshit walk
Ima get this cheese like a lil rat bitch
Fuckin suck me good
Nibbling thru her team
Raw shit
Nigga check me out
Know ya jockin my steez best believe nigga we run this shit
Niggas know that I be be
2 fuckin rawwww

[Hook]

SCHOOLBOY Q feat. Kendrick Lamar – Blessed

[Verse 1: ScHoolBoy Q]
What it’s like for a nigga like me
Livin’ out his backpack every night needed a new place to sleep
But this is now, nigga!

Ones for the money, two for the bitches
Three to get ready cause I feel I finally did it
Four’s for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker to a critic
Man, I got so much shit up on my plate dawg
I was hangin’ on them corners late
Pockets wasn’t straight, bitch
I ain’t gon’ make it at this rate, dawg
Know what I’m sayin’?
Nigga prayin’ up to God just hopin’ that he hear a nigga
I know the world got more problems and it’s much bigger
But I figured, I’d get some shit up off my chest
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up, go out and war for
To all my niggas that’ll never make it out the streets
Fuck it, keep goin’ hard, don’t let ‘em see you weak
To all my niggas first time steppin’ in the pen
Read a book and exercise, keep your spirit in
To all my niggas that’s gon’ fuck around and die today
Take our hats off, bow our heads and let us pray
Just wanna say

[Hook: ScHoolBoy Q]
Stay blessed my nigga, blessed my nigga
Really think about it, could be worse my nigga
Don’t stress my nigga, yes my nigga
We all blessed my nigga

[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Now how the fuck I’m ‘posed to say this?
You see, my nigga just lost his son while I’m here huggin’ on my daughter
I grip her harder
Kiss her on the head as I cry for a bit
Thinkin’ of some bullshit to tell him, like
“It’ll be okay. You’ll be straight, it’ll be aight.”
Well, fuck that shit, whatever you need, yo, I got it!
Whether it’s money or some weed or puttin’ in work, fuck it, then I’m ridin’!
You know wassup, but now a nigga couldn’t stick around
Told myself that after y’all moved that I’d be a fuckin’ fool
To be livin’ by the street rules
Fuck police tattoos, that happens when you ditch school
But anyway, keep the faith, stay strong brah
Remain’ solid brah
Keep playin’ ball cause it’s the only way up out it, brah
A nigga proud of ya’
Tell Floyd to enjoy his newborn seed, I’ll have whatever he needs
We the last of a dyin’ breed, live life, smoke trees
See how far we’ve come, but most, I’m sorry for your son

[Hook]

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
And you ain’t gotta shed no tear
I’ll be everywhere
And I’mma always be right here
I ain’t forgot those years
I’ll be everwhere
But I’mma always be right here

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Livin’ in a premature place – wait
Never grow to see the pearly gates – break
Every time a bullet detonate – dates
Of obituary carry crates of a scary picture
With a family member that relate to ya
In December you was finna pin another case
On your record in a stolen Expedition, play it safe
As the record spinnin’ you was hearin’ angels entertain
Every pun intended, that was wicked, comin’ from your brain
Recognize you listened and you didn’t hit the block again
That’s because the minute after you had knew you would be slain
Open up another chapter in the book and read ‘gain
Story of a gun-clapper really tryna make a change
Everybody ain’t (blessed my nigga)
Yes, my nigga, you’re blessed
Take advantage, do your best, my nigga
Don’t stress, you was granted everything inside this planet
Anything you imagine, you possess, my nigga
You reject these niggas, that neglect, your respect
For the progress of a baby step, my nigga
Step, step my nigga
One, two, skip, skip
Back, back, look both ways
Pull it off the hip
Blast at anybody say that you can’t flip
This crack into rap music every other zip is a track
Get used to it, get it off quick
Come back, give back to the city you’ve built
That’s that, don’t trip, see money, fuck niggas, dawg
It ain’t nothin’ but a bunch of fuck niggas dawg
In a minute everybody gon’ be winnin’
Put a little faith in it then recognize that we all

[Hook]