From "Clique", in the beginning: What of the dollar you murdered for? Is that the one fighting for your soul? Or your brother's the one that you're running from? But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some "Clint Eastwood" I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on Yeah... Ha Ha! Finally someone let me out of my cage Now, time for me is nothing cause I'm counting no age Now I couldn't be there Now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs And I'm under each snare Intangible Bet you didn't think so I command you to Panoramic view Look I'll make it all manageable Pick and choose Sit and lose All you different crews Chicks and dudes Who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you gettin' down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse You think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe. Spiritual Hero who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy Lifeless To those the definition for what life is Priceless To you because I put you on the high shit You like it? Gun smokin' righteous with one toke You're psychic among those Possess you with one go I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future (that's right) is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on The essence the basics Without did you make it Allow me to make this Child-like in nature Rhythm You have it or you don't that's a fallacy I'm in them Every sprouting tree Every child of peace Every cloud and sea You see with your eyes I see destruction and demise (that's right) Corruption in disguise From this fuckin' enterprise Now I'm sucked into your lies Through Russel, though not his muscles but the percussion he provides For me as a guide Y'all can see me now 'cause you don't see with your eye You perceive with your mind That's the inner So I'mma stick around with Russ and be a mentor Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember where the thought is I brought all this So you can survive when law is lawless (right here) Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead No squealing, remember that it's all in your head I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless but not for long My future is coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on It's coming on...

"Versace" (with Drake) [Verse 1: Drake] Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati This is a gated community, please get the fuck off the property Rap must be changing cause I'm at the top and ain't no one on top of me Niggas be wanting a verse for a verse, but man that's not a swap to me Drowning in compliments, pool in the backyard that look like Metropolis I think I'm sellin' a million first week, man I guess I'm an optimist Born in Toronto but sometimes I feel like Atlanta adopted us What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? Saw this shit comin' like I had binoculars Boy, Versace, Versace, we stay at the mansion when we in Miami The pillows' Versace, the sheets are Versace, I just won a Grammy I've been so quiet, I got the world like "What the fuck is he planning?" Just make sure that you got a back up plan cause that shit might come in handy Started a label, the album is comin' September, just wait on it This year I'm eating your food and my table got so many plates on it Hundred inch TV at my house, I sit back like "damn I look great on it" I do not fuck with your new shit, my nigga, don't ask for my take on it Speakin' in lingo, man this for my nigga that trap out the bando This for my niggas that call up Fernando to move a piano Fuck all your feeling's cause business is business, it's strictly financial I'm always the first one to get it, man that's how you lead by example Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Word to New York cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi" I'm all on the low, take a famous girl out with me, no paparazzi I'm trying give Halle Berry a baby and no one can stop me [Hook:] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace [Verse 2:] Versace, Versace, Medusa head on me like I'm 'Luminati I know that you like it, Versace, my neck and my wrist is so sloppy Versace, Versace, I love it, Versace the top of my Audi My plug, he John Gotti, he give me the dozen, I know that they're mighty Shoes and shirt Versace, your bitch want in on my pockets She ask me why my drawers silk, I told that bitch "Versace" Cheetah print on my sleeve, but I ain't ever been in the jungle Try to take my sack, better run with it, nigga don't fumble [Hook:] Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace Versace, Versace Versace, Versace Versace

AK on my night stand, right next to that bible But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0 Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo Money talks. Bullshit walks on a motherfucking tight rope And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold Nigga you get beat the crap out but that's just how the dice roll These hoes want that hose pipe, so I give all these hoes pipe She get on that dick and stay on, all night like porch lights Lets do it, fuck talking; we out here, we balling And I'm spraying at these rusty niggas like WD-40 We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if ands or but fucks Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever These bitches think they're too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit, fuck Gucci She's blowing kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches And that's 2 Chainz... [Hook: 2 Chainz & Lil Wayne] Look at you, now look at us All my niggas look rich as fuck All my niggas live rich as fuck All my niggas look rich as fuck

YG LYRICS "My Nigga" (feat. Young Jeezy & Rich Homie Quan) I said that I'm a ride for my motherfucking niggas, Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger I've been grinding outside, all day with my niggas And I ain't going in, unless I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My motherfucking niggas!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga First thing first, I love all of my niggas This rap shit crack, then I involve my niggas You looking for some lean, let me call my nigga He sell it for the high, I need all my niggas Some nigga smoke, smoke, some nigga drink, drink Got niggas on the block with the glock they don't think That's a nigga back up, they in the bucket lapped up I got that act right if you niggas wanna act up He talking like a snitch, no that ain't my nigga He tripping off a bitch, no, that ain't my nigga Take a nigga case, shit, that's my nigga Know him since I was 8, yeah, that's my nigga Fucked my first bitch passed her to my nigga Hit my first lick pass with my nigga Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas I ride for my niggas, fuck them other niggas I said that I'm a ride for my motherfucking niggas, Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger I've been grinding outside, all day with my niggas And I ain't going in, unless I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga (dope boys, my niggas) My nigga, my nigga (YG, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga (Rich Homie, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga (It's the motherfucking world)