STALLEY feat. Rashad – Slapp

[Hook: Rashad]
I’m in ya lane with my Lac
Woofers bangin in the back
Turn it up make it slapp
Turn it up make it slapp
Turn it up make it slapp
I’m in ya lane with my Chevy
Bass bangin so heavy
Hope the whole world hear me
Make it slapp yeah
Turn turn it up yeah
Make it slap yeah
Make it slapp
Make it slapp

[Verse 1: Stalley]
SS digital dash bucket seats
Pipes hangin off the ass
Trunk goin Gorilla the whole box frame rattlin glass 5 mph down the ave
Doors swingin eyes hangin off the paintjob
Sunlight flicker
Stars give the same mirage bendin corners hard, showin off
Foot hangin thru the door
500 horses stompin
Got the whole hood bangin, bet they hear me out in Compton
Right here from Harsh Ave
Where it all started at
Muscle truck extended cab
73 Caprice choppin niggas lose they mind when they see it slapp
Boppas love to hear it slapp
Tv’s in the front and back
Pullin off 10 deep
That’s how we be rollin out showin out 15′s 18′s we be blowin out
Volume to the max
Never ever holdin back
Weak niggas think they doin sumn until I pull up and drown em out

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Stalley]
Still unruly when we come thru ya residential Alpines beatin 18′s crackin pencils
Shatter muscle car dreams
When the Chevy Impala leans
From the flick of the switch
Make it start dancin down the streets
Like in New Orleans sounds like a second line is in the backseat
Brass trumpet tootin
Noise pollutin
Dayton spokes cruisin
Flip flop shine
Got the block feudin on what color I’m ridin
Sunk so low it looks like I’m hidin
Queen passenger seat ridin
Car reflects everything that I am
Classic and old skool mixed with new skool
Fully dressed new shoes cleaner than a whistle be
Every time I pull up, stares, like they was missin me
Sittin so high you need stairs when you enter the “V”
Lookin down at my competition
Remember when I didn’t have a pot to piss in
Now I got windows to throw it out of
And 12 door speakers to blare it out of

[Hook]

STALLEY – Seen It All

I didn’t seen it all
I I didn’t seen it all
Good men fall from where they at
Women tryna run and crawl back
I didn’t seen it all
I didn’t seen it all
Ball once before
Then lost it all
Heart turned cold
My ego grew small
But all these things I saw
Helped me become
Everything I are
I mean I’ve been through it all
I I’ve been through it all

This ish small to a giant
I’m trying hard not to be a tyrant
But they trying to oppress me and I’m dyeing
And inside I got this lion
Roar and try to come out
See I got these king traits and I just them to come out
And who I really is
Don’t wanna be entrapped up in this show biz
Cause most kids get caught up
Feeling like they all tough
Alter their life style
Feeling like what’s right now is gonna last forever
I mean you only as hot as the weather
And it gets cold in November
So when the seasons change, people change
And when their love’s gone, it’s gone
Feel like the reaper came
So so long, so long
Goodbye to everything that keeps you sane
Strange, strange mind got me caged age
A caged mind got me full of rage
I got about fifty in this twelve gage
And I ain’t afraid to let them shells spray
If it’s all clip on this damn gray
I’m in my chambray and socksters hand made
And I pray God never let’s me go down that way
So my therapy for everything is sinking through this page

I didn’t seen it all
I I didn’t seen it all
Good men fall from where they at
Women tryna run and crawl back
I didn’t seen it all
I didn’t seen it all
Ball once before
Then lost it all
Heart turned cold
My ego grew small
But all these things I saw
Helped me become
Everything I are
I mean I’ve been through it all
I I’ve been through it all

So think twice before you pray for this
Cause that famous superstar and she’s dangerous
I mean it looked good from the outside
But they will try to kill you from the inside
No sides, I’m taking on whoever
Being a good man, it just don’t last forever
Cause once you’re crazy you’re just crazy and that half is better
When dealing with these marks you gotta keep your head up
Gotta keep your bread up, it’s a different kind of setup
When you’re in that spot light friends become enemies
Enemies become friends and it’s all for the pot life
The deeper I get into it, I relate the parts life
I’m top down, riding around to this vaguest night
No sug, just a chug og Coke and a Sprite
Tryna liberate my life
It’s like I’m making money for the hype
Smoking, tryna take flight
Back to back, grapes it’s getting harder and harder to feel my face
Pants hanging from my waist
I’m let my nuts hang, speakers all the way up
Let my trunk bend, just drowning out the sound of pain
Getting comfortable and my rain is crying for like a thousand chains weighing me down
But looking back on the miles I came
I’m a wear this thing like the proudest king now
Seen a lot in the last few years
It’s all been astonishing
They sayin’ my future’s promisin’
And I’ll soon have it all
I told ‘em this ain’t nothing new
Boy I didn’t seen it all

I didn’t seen it all
I I didn’t seen it all
Good men fall from where they at
Women tryna run and crawl back
I didn’t seen it all
I didn’t seen it all
Ball once before
Then lost it all
Heart turned cold
My ego grew small
But all these things I saw
Helped me become
Everything I are
I mean I’ve been through it all
I I’ve been through it all

STALLEY – Savage Journey

American made, I’m on the savage journey
Will I’m earning my stars and stripes won’t let these niggas burn me
See it takes time for niggas to learn me
I’ve been through so much and shit, I ain’t close to thirty
Still young in all my glory
Wait, let me tell this story
Hey, been through hell and back
Funny how I’m still intact
Move with the steel in fact
I ain’t never pilled a cat
Not saying that I’m over that
Pressure got me ready to squeeze it
When I do, no turning back
A renegade in combat
The red wings and a ball cap
Nigga I am all that
Anxiety and feel you call that
America’s nightmare in all black
Ghost in the flesh, I’m all that
I’m mobbin’ what you call that
In the front line where they fall back
Chest out, head high
You can say I’m ’bout that life
Never had to think it twice
Never had to think at life
This is just those basic instincts
Eyes never blinkin’ twice
Focused and fixated
They never thought I’d make it
Not out of stall county bliss
Look at the sharks and bounties
Grooms and crackheads around me
You would’ve thought that this would drown me
Are you with the family?
Get down and count it
Montans always said I was a average
But she did say I was a savage kid
And this journey was prevalent
Before I’m hell bent
On success I smell it
Righter than a nose and rightfully I chose
To go where no one before me would ever go
330
On this savage journey

STALLEY – Route 21

[Verse:]
Step into my Chevy, my head all heavy
Trying to make it home in one piece
Searching for my car keys, spilling liquor on my Barkleys
I’m mad cause I just got ‘em all whites with the swish bottoms
You know those, the ones from the Instagram photos
I ain’t trippin’ though, since I started rapping
I ain’t miss ‘em though, I just buy a new pair
It’s funny what we think about, we’re drunk and try and see clear
Vision all blurry, they just wishing I’d worry
About all the wrong things, it was simple back
When all I cared ’bout was keeping my car clean, and my tank filled up
So I can ride, no destination in mind
Just a clear highway, and I cleared my way
Lane to lane switching, keep these lames and dames at distance
8 cylinder pistons, it’s money talking, listen
And it’s telling me go get it, and I’ve been on my way
I’ve just been bent all day, not a sober thought I’m baked
And tipsy off this grey
This game got me feeling cra… zy
As I blast this imaginary player by Jay… Z

STALLEY – Pound

[Chopped and screwed voice:]
And I’m a go to a place where the bass sound thicker
Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker
So we stay up, while the sun goes down
We ain’t make enough, so let the elevator pound

[Stalley:]
From the ‘jects to the penthouse
Synonymous to what my life been ’bout
Kinetic energy, brain waves of intelligence, is what I send out
Still in the cutlass doing spin outs
’87 boxed up all tinted out
Living life on the edge, couple links that excite the feds
Shout to mister jones
It’s funny how sparkling stones bring attention from these hater heads
A lot of changing faces from these potato heads
Eyes dilated when I sashay lifted
Couple doobies in the ashtray, cash clay run my mouth like a soon be champion
The long beard, hows the pain I be dancing in
The reign with the Pharoahs, mirror image to the gods
My homie glory brings head nods, the only story I been bout
This controlled mind with no facade
The dreamy intuition from a street politician is scarred
Back and forth with the pimps and gang land symbolers
Dope boys with the bang in they trunk
See the tremblers
Milq city where I’m from, where the opie emblems
Street names after indians, so wild cowboys watch where you coming in
Tomahawks with assault rifles
May bump into the next king pin or Haile Selassie
Civil with the spiritual
This city feels unlucky searching for a miracle
On this elevator ride skipping floors
Trying to reach the top, then the structure falls (falls)

[Chopped and screwed voice:]
And I’m a go to a place where the bass sound thicker
Slow the beat down cause the pace a little quicker
So we stay up, while the sun goes down
We ain’t make enough, so let the elevator pound

STALLEY feat. Avriel Epps – Island Hopping

I took some time off just to see the world
I live hoppin’ in my Jordan 4′s
The box logo T
Bermuda shorts, clean resorts, full of tan women
Cooler feel, cold bottles in them
Stretched out like the 7th indent
My 7th heaven is some miles away
But I’ll just sit here, American dream in this beach here today
Leave my troubles in the past years and try and stay humble
When the clouds clear cause nobody was around here
When everybody doubted yea
Now it’s open letters and gift mail
Kind words from strangers that don’t sit well
And every chick I meet is out to get mel I feel
Safe on this island, all my thoughts are locked away
Safe on this island, a treasure full of diamonds
Gems for the rhymin’, I drop them every now and then
Black and Mild, smoke through the wind
Ashes on the pages of my journal made from snake skin
Staring in the ocean where the greats swim
I’m thinking ’bout jumping in
Came a long way from jumping tens
Switches on the Impala, tires so skinny I was bouncing on rims
(Popping my color)
Listening to a pimp, UGK ish
I was underground then and still underground now
Difference is I’m under palm trees, not trying to be found

Close my eyes and breathe (just breathe)
And suddenly, I can feel a breeze (feel a breeze)
Let yourself float away cause you spent every day strugglin’
I know that my escape is an island, just an island away

They said don’t let this money ever change me
Or let MMG play me
Or none of these music niggas downgrade me
They say in the land of many I’m king
A savior to the whole dream
The same player who kept his goal clean
Khaki starch and his shirt sting
Shoot strings held my pants up
Now I’m hoopla dancing with my thumbs up
Scuba diving in my sun trups
Scrooge McDuck with these big bucks
Green fingers from this paper countin’
Made enough last year to put my mama next to mountains
But who’s counting, drowning
Or should I say basting in his glory
Poor boy, the wealthy man is Hawal in my story
When it’s all said and done, in this life I had fun and did what I love
Had no regrets, held no grudge
White doves and seagulls remind me of my travels
Spread my wings and fly away
Don’t cry if I should die today
I left my mark every mile I stay
Collect my thoughts and paddle away
You can collect my thoughts and paddle away

Close my eyes and breathe (just breathe)
And suddenly, I can feel a breeze (feel a breeze)
Let yourself float away cause you spent every day strugglin’
I know that my escape is an island, just an island away

I was underground then and still underground now
Difference is I ain’t tryna be found
I ain’t tryna be found
I was underground then and still underground now
Difference is I ain’t tryna be found

STALLEY – Petrin Hill Peonies

[Stalley:]
Skipping rocks on this Pebble Beach
Rolling marijuana leaves
Staring through this blue dream
Trying to formulate this piece of mind into a speech
Alone, but these snakes leech
Trying to wrap (rap) around my ideas
I’m just trying to wrap (rap) around my mind’s fears, blind tears
You can’t see the pain, but your ears hear
Everything my heart shares
I’m just trying to part here (part hair)
So I sit and spark here
Smoking till I’m numb, yeah
Really, I just want the pain to go
Money, I ain’t aiming fo’
I just wanna lay low
Farm house, stable
Chevy with them fo’ 27′s
When I’m revving (reverend), hear them angels
I’m like they screaming through my songs
My testimony shows, I rose
Through the rumble, never crumble
Held my head and stayed humble
Never did I succumb to
That fake ish, I run through
Right down to Sally’s Garden and sit comfortable
She loves me, she loves me not…

[Beat plays with crooning]

[Stalley:]
Walking through, picking all these roses
Dreaming of Ferrari Testarossas
And ’76 Chevy Roadsters
Like the ones on my bedroom posters
Right next to the pin-ups and the toasters
My dream wasn’t Oprah’s
I just want the normal life
Shoot guns with a pretty wife
But that life
No longer isn’t sitting right
I can’t sleep at night
It’s been that way for years
My life’s been on cruise control
It’s time I switch gears
Sally’s Garden, only thing that moves me
The grass blades and the trees, they be talking to me
It’s like some type of trippy movie
That all ends up on the loose-leaf
And every time I leave, I lose peace
God, please have mercy on my soul
Accept everything I owe
And help me let go
Of all the things you deem sinful
I move fast, I’m 10 steps from being slow
And my change is worth gold
She loves me, she loves me not…

[Beat plays with crooning]

STALLEY feat. Rick Ross, 2 Chainz – Party Heart

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart (party heart, party heart)
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start (party start, party start)
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, girl I’m just letting you know
Because we ’bout to party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors…
Rims tall as John Salley though…
Gold chains, mainly Figaro..
And one of them Rolex links
Mr T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I’m on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon’ be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it’s a party all around us

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwayne on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I’m still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I’m travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a d’boy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodyguard, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it’s far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they ’bout it but I’m ’bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it’s really dough
I’m on the phone with a bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don’t wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

[Hook]

STALLEY – Mind Made Up

[Hook]
I got my mind made up
(I got my mind made up)

[Verse 1]
I told ‘em I’m just living my life
They say the game gone chew me alive
They said the same about juney and mike
But What they did was keep the tooly close by
So I, shoot first ask questions last protect myself at all times
Paranoia in these streets
Got me circling the ride
Old timers tried to school me to crimes
Still got locked up at one time
One time was enough
My life already rough
Trouble with these women
Who just can’t get enough
Constant headaches
The woman of your dreams
Turn into dead weight
Certain type of evils
Only can be cleansed through cathedrals
It’s funny how these streets’ll breed you
Lead you right to an early grave
Or into some type of psychotic slave
I wrote the book and made the pages turn
And through these fine linee
Teach ‘em everything I’ve learned
See the truth burn
But when that smokes clears
You’ll be happy ya still standing here
I’m trying to see the beach houses wit’ the chandeliers
That same transition will wipe out any fears
Or any doubt in my mind

[Hook]
I got my mind made up
(I got my mind made up)

[Verse 2]
Eyes on the bigger picture
Barely read the scripture
But heard every sermon
The world stay turning
Niggas keep learning
As long as they willing
I’m running off high emotions
Trying to master every feeling
They said soon I’ll hit a ceiling
But I ain’t never peaking
These watchers keep watching
And these haters keep speaking
And I’ma keep preaching

[Hook]
I got my mind made up
(I got my mind made up)

STALLEY feat. Anthony Flammia – Lover’s Lane

This beat my right to passage
Cold glasses filed with liquor
Cigars packed in
Shorty laughing, we ain’t got in mind
Goofy, white wine
Got ‘er loose, now she tryna do me
Cameras flashing, recorders, all to turn into a movie
She working for that leading role
I ain’t tryna leave this off
I get lost on lovers role, end up on Misery Bully
Pain can be the biggest bully
Rough you up with head knuckies
Always been that bad cookie
Never sweet and never soft
Heart to the f-in core
Seems like I’ve been here before
So before you get to chasin’ tears, I’m a run in extinct from here
Don’t want that tape for eight to air cause that could last for years
Man I’ve done it myself, couldn’t forgive or forget
But I wanted to help, from the next lady
But the next lady was just as crazy as the previous lady
I was previously in Chevy, reminiscing on each and every
Woman that gave me a headache, gold turned into some dead weight
If you mirror headaches
See them right behind me, started feeling like a car chase
So I’m pushing the speedometer, pedal to the floor
Switch lanes, don’t wanna be here no more

I’m speeding down lover’s lane
Must have tripped a wrong turn
I wants to go the other way
The music on blast and I’m runnin’ out of gas and I gotta find this out way yea
Strawberry lights and they fuckin’ my sight, traffic jam on the interstate yea
Get around the world and I’m looking for my girl but I’m thinking that it’s too late yea
All these lovers in my way [x2]
These lovers in my way [x2]

Traffic jam packed in this loud pack
Just finished so I’m looking, where’s my moud at?
Window slightly cracked like drizzle outside
Cupid arrows falling on my windshield
It’s hard for me to hide
Half hearts and pocket lips falling from the sky
I’m just hopin’ it’s my high
Clear my eyes and focus
It’s getting late outside
Delivery on with pry, not a good mixture
On my dashboard is a picture of my lady
Damn, I sure miss ‘er
Or maybe, I’m just lonely baby
I’m feeling slightly crazy
One minute I’m trying to find her
Next minute I want to run from her
Maybe all my time’s up
I’ve been sitting too long staring at my passenger’s seat
Trying to figure out why you gone
My personality too strong
Too caught up on lose wrong
Saying you can move on
When I really want you to hold on
That was just me being silly
I just really want you near me
I wish that you can hear me
Over all these loud engines
I love you and I’m done pretending
This road got me optimistic
Not to mention, I seen you follow me the time from a distance

I’m speeding down lover’s lane
Must have tripped a wrong turn
I wants to go the other way
The music on blast and I’m runnin’ out of gas and I gotta find this out way yea
Strawberry lights and they fuckin’ my sight, traffic jam on the interstate yea
Get around the world and I’m looking for my girl but I’m thinking that it’s too late yea
All these lovers in my way [x2]
These lovers in my way [x2]

STALLEY – Live At Blossom

Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu
Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu
Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu
And all my niggas say
Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu

And I’m live from the streets
’73 Caprice with the alligator seats
Alpine beats beat the block up all night
Wood grain a good thing, we riding all types
Chevy’s alright, blue pin stripe
All American me, patriotic when I ride
Bulletproof outside for you monks that starve
I got something for death wishers wishing that I
Ease up for a minute
Man I’m pushing city limits, no recruising, I didn’t did it
Spend straight to the top
Made a couple benz
Now it’s time to hit the block and bring my niggas out to shop
All new fabrics, Jordan’s automatic
Couple gold chains, couple 4-4matics
Keeps a nigger one static
We lie about milk city G’s, we are savage
Came from the basements and the attics
Jump shot the serve rock
Beat the average line state of a young black male
The trap’s so small but we trap so well
Spend it all at once and make it back so well
The circle of this how they say heaven’s beyond these gates
I swear I see heaven every time I enter the place
It’s the faith I have in change
But it always stays the same as I ride around in vane
And they say

Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu
And we smoking on that
Na na na na na
Na na na na na (got me feeling like) uuu (that feeling’s like) uuu

I got my dog shades on
Blocking out these trobe lights
Eyes blood shot, I’ve been sippin’ all night
On my 7 jay paper’s all white
I’m so distant from the star type
The ones them self of music
Insanity is drilling me so the drugs I use it
To flow away from this bullshit, abuse it
Tryna escape the bull pit, that same old blueprint
But ten friends fake women the whole niners groolish
Nightmares in night is
Slight glance from Chevy chairs
Heavy is making hard to breathe
The money’s so fast so it makes your heart believe
Temptation in the entertainment, all for the love of being famous
The cool ones end up being the lamest
So rappers I spoke to became the strangers
And nameless, brainless, faceless, forgotten
Were sitting at the top now they falling to the bottom
Now they crawl around me, watching my every move cause I’m the next king
Gracious and militant, Martin Luther’s dream
Peeked the whole scene through the lends of Malcolm Little
Ready for the revolution, same riffle, same window
Man, what’d I get myself into?
What’d I get myself into? [x2]

Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu
Na na na na na
Na na na na na uuu uuu

STALLEY feat. Wale & Anthony Flammia – Home To You

On this savage journey…

[Verse 1: Stalley]
I ain’t seen my lady in days
I been out on these streets so long
Late night to the early morn, I been such a rolling stone
And I just wanna make it home (make it home)
To you (to you, to you, to you)
Blinded by all these street lights
Up late, can’t sleep nights
My stomach growling, I ain’t eating right
My mind gone, I ain’t thinking right
I ain’t tryna just be getting by
Don’t want a slice, I want the pie
American dream and days of a heathen running up in your building at night
Messed up, this ain’t trick or treat
One wrong move they finna squeeze
We ain’t come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day
They waiting on me to get an a-okay, then the can gon’ spray
But today’s your day, I’m a let you live, I’m a let you pay
Back everything you ever said to me
So start with the thing that you said to me
I was worthless, I’d never make it
Go ahead! Spill that hatred
You are now face to face with the Third Row
Pharaoh who be down on Death Row
You says to me but I’ll let you, you let go
Chevy filled up on Petrol
Times like this I just roll
Avenue that Avenue I’m doing more than just passing through
I’m after you bringing traffic through
Banging out niggas with attitude
Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude
So like I said before don’t act a fool

[Chorus: Anthony Flammia {Stalley}]
Yeah yeah yeah, uh
I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you
I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
{Late night to the early morn, I’ve been such a rolling stone}
I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you {Late night to the early morn, I’ve been such a rolling stone}
I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn

[Verse 2: Wale]
Motherfucking Roma!
Stoned up
Feeling like I’m in a coma
Hold up
I got some money I should tend to
Gotta get to it, I don’t mean to Matthew Kemp you
But shit you
Ain’t heard a nigga thorough
It ain’t perfect, but I work
And that purple that I got got me on slurring all my words
That’s my word, that’s my boy too
Y’all don’t really know what I was gon’ do
Now me stylin’, your meek
Wanna see Ross get the A-Rod loot
Big play, hot juice
Drama called and you’re Carl Lewis
My opponents so obtuse
Even if they alone in our top two
I’m in Ohio watching Kyrie and Samardo hoopin’
Work loud, chokin’
On your reefer, it’s all smoking

[Chorus: Anthony Flammia {Stalley}]
Yeah yeah yeah, uh
I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you
I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
{Late night to the early morn, I’ve been such a rolling stone}
I just wanna make it home to you, to you, to you, to you {Late night to the early morn, I’ve been such a rolling stone}
I’ve been out on these streets so long, late night to the early morn
{Late night to the early morn, I’ve been such a rolling stone, rolling stone, rolling stone, I’ve been such a rolling stone}
{Late night to the early morn, I’ve been such a rolling stone, rolling stone, rolling stone, I’ve been such a rolling stone}

[Outro:]
Well the whole idea of the American Dream is is there really something out there to be looking for? Is there a… you know, you know, as college students here, you know, that’s the kinda thing, you know, we’re all looking for it, you know, to find out, you know, that’s why, why we’re all here, right guys?

STALLEY – Hercules

[Unknown Voice:]
Hercules… elevate

[Stalley:]
Rap warlord stay on point, like a scoreboard
Coming to get everything I worked for
Never been a church boy, but always knew god
Played the game hard never took nothing lightly
Stumbled any nigga trying to fight me, I’m not the push over type see
I will come back with thunder and lightning
Played under rain storms, hard times I came from
It’s hot on your side
Well nigga it’s the same sun
Hustle from the same bag, delivery the eigth one
I ain’t never lost one since stolen crumb
I’m back on my herc ish
Lion skin long club, that’s what I’m working with
Srtonger than you other kids, wide eyed lived
Focused on my weight gain, Lou Ferrigno chisel man
Ain’t nothing really chainged, I’m just cleaning up now
Tossing out you weaklings, cc-coming for you haters
I hear everything you speaking
Raps like high school
That’s why I dropped out I rather do home school
I better not around you, lames be the downfall
To a wise leader and a good friend
I step away before I let you niggas kill my legend
Ain’t a blood type to specimen like him
I must be

[Unknwon Voice:]
Hercules
I must be Hercules
Her-Hercules
I must be Hercules
I must, I must

STALLEY feat. Rick Ross – Hell’s Angels (American Heathens)

[Verse 1: Stalley]
I been in so much gold lately, pistol close and it’s off safety
Niggas smilin’ in my face, but they all hate me and it’s all gravy
See I ain’t playin’ no games
I’mma ball crazy, I ball baby
Throw this money up high, now let it fall lazy
Tip drills for the quick thrills, don’t tease I wanna feel it all baby
Clicquot and Don Peri, can’t forget that loud pack
Bud smoke everywhere, I’m around that
Made a lil money this year, now everybody they countin’ that
New house with a new spouse, cars parked out where the fountain at
I love that feeling of bouncing back
Blue Collar still my grind, green backs on my mind
Nobody workin’ than I’m, my nigga still throwin’ out that iron
Tryna iron out they situations with feds all on they line
So we talk low and we park slow and watch out for one time
These wild niggas that’s out they mind, they’ll crowd your whip and pound that nine
Till the clip is empty, they’ll rip your Bentley with shells all in your spine
That’s just jealous envy, see Hell ain’t picky
When it’s your time, it’s your time

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Real niggas done linked up world wide now…
It’s untouchable now, it’s unstoppable now…
Regardless of how it go down nigga, you gone die a legend nigga…

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I got a star on my sneakers and they made by Chuck Taylor
I’m a star in the ghetto I swear C-Murda my neighbor
Bought me a Corvette motor, put a Super Charger on it
From the bus stop it’s sounding like a damn train rollin’
Ain’t a damn thing foldin’, everything still standing
Pull up, hop out, shoot up this bitch like Jonathan Mannion
All the cars still candy all the girls light skinned
And they well educated, it’s still niggas stuck on stupid
I say fuck all my haters, then I fuck all they ladies
Who the fuck you think you are in this fuckin’ Mercedes
It’s the boss bitch, so go tell your boss bitch
Hammerman off the hook, don’t make me hit your off switch

[Interlude 2: Rick Ross]
Like a damn train rollin’, ain’t a damn thing foldin’…
He strapped, I’m strapped…
You got that right?…
Come on…

[Verse 3: Stalley]
I’m strapped up like bamboo, talons and hollows my ammo
Shoulder straps like Rambo, don’t fill them clips too high though
I learned that from B.I
Don’t keep too many in my ride, learned that from T.I
And stay away from them P.I.’s
Got the Milk buzzin’ like beehives, nobody does it like these guys
Ski-mask when we rides, jump out boys we known to take
Home invasion with guns in your face, kids tied up and thrown in the lakes
We ain’t choppin’ fingers, we poppin’ Nina’s and skate
We just some dirty kids that ain’t ate, tryna fill up that plate
We done chopped grams, and plotted plans to plan our escape
But we still in this trap though, and it’s feelin’ like a trapdoor
Slow motion, money that slow
Pick up the van then pick up my mans, we comin’ for that cash-flow
Beard longer than Castro’s, put fear up in these assholes
Mack Eleven with the air holes
Tearin’ souls when I bear hold this trigga
When I’m blackin’ out and no backin’ out, I be clear with a nigga

STALLEY feat. Rashad – Summer In America

[Hook: Rashad]
Sunshine, Chevy outside
Cleaning my ride
Summer in America
Speakers blast
The summers like cash
Comes and goes so fast
Summer in America
The grind in my old school time
For my skin to shine
Yeah, whoa yeah
Yeah, whoa yeah
Summer in America

[Verse 1: Stalley]
And the winter just passed
Every year feels like it overlaps
Then when them months be longer, so it’s quiet where they hustle and trap
But when the sun peak, everybody doubling back
Chevelle keys, a couple of straps
Mobbing for a couple of stacks
These young boys is hungry
So they running up where they holding them at
Black mask with no gloves
One blast with no love
Banging out with blue fuzz
Front page, you know us
Way to the start the summer off, my foes is back at it again
The rest of us is trying to relax and put this smoke up in the wind
Listening to these blendtapes
Close your eyes and try to escape to a place far away
This Middle America heartache
Turned into a car race
Somehow I find peace in my ’73 Caprice
It’s like my mobile motif
My holy sancturary
Where all worries are drowned out and buried
So keep them lames from anywhere near me
You hear me

[Bridge: Rashad]
(Leaning to the side, but you can’t speed through
Two miles per hour, so everybody sees you)
Summer in America
(Adjust the bass and let the Alpine blast)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Stalley]
Basketball parks is packed
Chevy’s out front and back
Dope boys is shooting Mac
To them bopping hoodrats trying to fill they seats up
Go ahead, recline, put your feet up
To this pimping baby
Caprice move like a Mercedes with better features
Bench chairs, 10 inch speakers, we OG riding
Roll down the windows, turn the sounds up, no lean for hiding
This is something and we left all that cold behind us
Shook off the rain clouds
50 thou down the drain now
Crazy how it rains now
We came up then came down
A hundred spoke gold D’s, candy through the frame now
What an American summer
A season never affected by how we carry the others
This for the muscle riders and all of my lovers
The kid inside us that can’t wait for these summers cause they be

[Bridge]

[Hook]

STALLEY – Go On

[Verse 1:]
Early morning and I’m up at it
Throw on my cons and my fresh fabrics
Wahoo fitted, pick my beard incase it’s matted
Today I’m at it no time to get comfortable
Cause money comes and money goes
And I done blew a lot of dough taking time slow
So I’m early caught in those
Worm catching, these birds fetching
Tryna nest in my house of leaves like they on my side but they pocket thieves
Shaking bad feathers
I flew through bad weathers without any umbrellas
No rain coat or shelters, days I’ve seen better so I ain’t never let up
Another obstacle every day I get up
It’s like I am being pulled down
Funny how I keep my head up
It was slow dough then it sped up
I made my bed up
They say the way you leave your room is how your days determined
Clear space, clear mind
For this money earning

[Hook:]
I go on
Cause I done had a pocket full of bread
And I am still on my grind like I ain’t ate yet
I go on
Never satisfied on this ride
Only got a certain number of days before I die
I go on
On like a brother tryna reproduce
Just planted the seed and already can smell the fruit
Don’t sit on your ass my dude the only one that’s gon’ be last is you, you

[Verse 2:]
You better get up, get out and get something
Get your hustle on, throw your muscle on
Boss up homie don’t let them steer you along
Be your own guy don’t let them tell you nothing about your own self
I’ve been there and felt like I couldn’t do it with no help
But they were slow and dumb
And I was rubbing crumbs so imagine how my stomach felt
Pinching pennies like when this money come everything’s gonna be straight
And I won’t need them I was right I was straight
But never satisfied I need a bigger plate
One taste of success I need it more I couldn’t wait
So I came out the gate going harder there’s still ends to make
And any day I can pass living every day like the last
Tallying up my slate
Dog I seen it all deflate so I won’t sit and wait

[Hook x2]

Don’t sit on your ass my dude the only one that’s gon’ be last is you, you
You
You
You

STALLEY – Everything New

Pulling tricks about my bag
X-nay on the Jag
Pulling back them tags
Everything new, feeling never gets old
Yellow go whites
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
Everything, everything new

Coupon steel like a braces
Funny how you think this
Came over night tho,
Just came through the right door
Now they’re tryin’ to push me left
I’m trying to get it right more

Some days I think I’m loony, or some kind of psycho
Haters got me vexing
Loading up this rifle
I’m thinking that I might go
Dump getting drunk and in hate mode
Cruising through the flat slow

Pulling tricks about my bag
X-nay on the Jag
Pulling back them tags
Everything new, feeling never gets old
Yellow go whites
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
Everything, everything new

And I could take it over but I’m thinking bout a lot more
Everything is not fault
Me I be honest, but I’m a try to get it all
Gee, I’ll be on it
I can feel the money coming, pause it
This is just the calm before the storm gets
Crazy dollar bills fall, let me get my charmslet
Ask them why they coming
Young nigga owes heads man cause they lost it
I didn’t like your post-it
Then blow your Ts never crossed it

Pulling tricks about my bag
X-nay on the Jag
Pulling back them tags
Everything new, feeling never gets old
Yellow go whites
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
Everything, everything new

Everything, everything new
Everything, everything new

She want everything too
Comes about that zoo
Making fur lynx, gator on that shoe
She got haters on her too
They be coming out the blue
What the hell you gonna do
When everything new
Just keep quiet and let that money talk
Get the hell up in this two seater
Sweep through this city like a group
This city, mind it till I lay up in that tomb
Then I pass it on the

Pulling tricks about my bag
X-nay on the Jag
Pulling back them tags
Everything new, feeling never gets old
Yellow go whites
Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
Always a gentleman, always distinguished
Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
Everything, everything new

STALLEY – Cold

I be their topic of discussion
Long beard, they love him
Lumberjack button to the top
Sway shoes, away of you on the watch
Time ticking slower through these boulders
Rolling through these quarters
Blue dream aroma from the pot
My new thing is right and I think a lot
Just shot all the inspiration for
I can see them hating, that ain’t nothing new dog
I’ve seen it before the hue blow in that old school too dog
I was just ignoring it, five speed, flooring it
The dream, I was exploring it
Tryna live enormous in a farm house
Tall spouse also S Thompsonish
Wrote a lot of consciousness
Now I’m just mobbing with them gangsta kids where lamas grip
Down to protect me if the drama’s thick
Kamikaze bomb the end slash philanthropist
Always speak to God but the devil they be dancing with
Under the pale moon light my Star Trek took flight
So anyone tryna shoot me down my niggas gon handle it
Pitch black, one candle lit
Praying for these niggas that wish me bad and can’t handle it
I wrote my own manuscript
Follow no rules, nigga I’m cool

I’m cooler than the polar bear’s toe nails
Oh hell, there we go again
Weed smoke in the wind
15 inch red line spin
Nigga I’m not kiddin’
About what you talkin’ ’bout
Nigga I’m cool
Don’t want what you sellin’
Nigga I’m cool
I can put you on the game
But nigga I’m cool
I ain’t tryna side with lames
Nigga I’m cool

They fantasize about my life style
If they could kill me right now for everything I write down
They would do it, no hesi
Now that I found love like the lake great heavy
It’s a fine line to every money endeavor
See I’ve been cold
No sweater when I’m locked in
And focused, I’m a go go getter
I’ve been told no better
I am one with a vendetta
I ain’t letting up nigga, it’s your passion in my heart
Right next to that dark hole that’s leading to my cold shoulders
All a part of the man that stayed sharp
All my pees and queues
X-ing out your marks, niggas better dot
When I get to throwing shells like Mario Cart
I may even hit your head or go straight to your heart
I’m send you off the bed, I ain’t waiting on dark
And I’m a do it myself, I ain’t waiting on dark
Got the nerves look at me funny like I’m hatin’ on y’all
Like I’m supposed to stand here and take the fall
But Tony told me all I got is my word and my balls
And Scarface told me I was invincible dog

I’m cooler than the polar bear’s toe nails
Oh hell, there we go again
Weed smoke in the wind
15 inch red line spin
Nigga I’m not kiddin’
About what you talkin’ ’bout
Nigga I’m cool
Don’t want what you sellin’
Nigga I’m cool
I can put you on the game
But nigga I’m cool
I ain’t tryna side with lames
Nigga I’m cool

STALLEY feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill – BCGMMG Remix

I just be laughing at these haters…
My laugh is like…
My laugh sound like…

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Drag racin’, left the game behind me
I’m zoomin’ on these niggas and I don’t see nobody
There’s no competition and I told you niggas I’d be
Back to put it down, now I’m back with the crown
Crooked C with the pins on it, my kid’s life depends on it
So when the pen glowin’, and I get goin, I ain’t tip toein’, I’m stompin’
And them black boots, thug mind
Look at the ish they start
Made a honest man straight heartless… Once in a while I be ski mask mobbin’
Someone pass me the Marlboro, I got somethin’ to say boy
Real intelligent ish too, somethin’ niggas’ll pay for
Got filth under my nails, so I ain’t tryna be no playboy
Won’t sell you nothin’ I ain’t boy, see I ain’tfor
That dumb ish
Yea I’ll aim at ya nugget
Open that rat hole and I’ll plug it
Took my… and I thugged it
Now these lame ass niggas they love it, I does it
For you and you, put it together like two and two
BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew

[Hook: Stalley]
BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew
BCGMMG, yea that be my only crew

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Drag racin’ haters all behind me
Niggas mad at me cause my chrome wheels shinin’
Flag hangin, bosses move in silence
The money came slow, then I started vibin’
Bumpin’ Tela nigga “I’m so tired of ballin’”
My new crib got four fuckin’ waterfalls in it
Behind the double doors it look like it’s a mall in it
Fuck her good, bend her over, then I fall in it
Pair of Chuck Taylor’s, I rarely call tennis
All the locc’s sport’em, and they all menace
From a nickel rock the Louboutin’s on any block
Public transportation our Lamborghini’s on Rickenbacker
Still under surveillance, look over you haters
Right back to this money, I’ll get with you later
I’m stackin’ this money, can’t do you no favors
I’m fuckin’ with Stalley, we still on the pavement

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Rolex, I get more sex
Ho’s tryna hang like coat check
Four’s on the rang nigga no sweat
And every time I’m in the bank that’s more checks
And my nigga’s got work no Bowflex, and my 44th Ward dogs go fetch
Two bad hoes with me and they both wet
And I stand on the corner like I protest
Till that work done, and that first come
And when the re-up came, I was the first one
Like the Re-Up Gang I had two clips, up in my new glicc, ready to hurt something
Cops came, I ain’t heard nothin’
Rock came, I served somethin’
Started off with that.oz and tried to flip that bitch to a whole ki’
I’m OG, you know me
Your work high, I’m low key
I started off with like four quarters and it was tie game, I went OT
Your girlfriend she so freak, eat the dick till she OD
Gotta yellow Rollie, with a yellow bezel, and them rocks in it like cold pink

[Hook]

STALLEY feat. John Mayer – Assassin

[Verse 1: Stalley]
Cold blooded, not a care with me
I made my own circle, not a square with me
I move through the night when the air is empty
Just waiting for the right time to tear in me
Nigga thinking that they messing with me, snipe em down
A lot of talk out here, they need to pipe it down
I’m not liking how they overlooking Stal
Like I ain’t popping, I ain’t cracking now
About to turn this whole ish to O.K. Corral
And anybody in front of me getting floored down
I was one piece, but I’m torn now
Was on the fence about killing, but now it’s going down
And I ain’t stopping til I drop every one of these clowns
No sliding, go inside when I let off these rounds
Cause when I’m squeezing ain’t no leaving no niggas around
Straight killer, this how murdering classical sounds

[Hook: John Mayer]
You get in, you get done
And then you get gone
You get in, you get done
And then you get gone
You never leave a trace
Or show your face, you get gone
You get in, you get done
And then you get gone

[Verse 2: Stalley]
Nothing sloppy about the way I’m moving
Real assassin they way I pick apart what I’m shooting
They put me into overdrive
My adrenaline on ten from the fear in they eyes
Somewhere disguised like the common folk
I see through them when I align my scope
They killing they self here, you might as well tie the rope
They dying slow falling down the razor slope
Trying to be something they aren’t, rather than something they know
And me I’m a killer, natural born killer
Eliminate weak rhymesayers and play killers
The day differrs, but I never let of triggers
Cause they oversatured the game with lame niggas
So the dirty job is mine, but I’mma do it with clean hands
Slouched between three trash cans and an old Sedan
Hop out, let out sixteen and burn a niggas head off
And jet off before they can ever see who let off

[Hook: John Mayer]
You get in, you get done
And then you get gone
You get in, you get done
And then you get gone
You never leave a trace
Or show your face, you get gone
You get in, you get done
And then you get gone