Released on July 16, 2014

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[Intro: Portishead]

Did I...see a moment with you

In a half-lit world...I'm frightened to believe

I must try

Did I...see a moment-

Did I...see a moment-

Did I...see a moment- (Gra-Gra-Gra-GramFam)

Did I...see a moment-


[Verse 1: Matt McGhee]

I'm so gone, so gone

I don't know how the fuck imma get home

My bitches tell me I'm the sweetest thing they ever known

Well duh bitch, unless I got a fucking clone

She sing our song and we rollin' 'round town

Prolly four girls, double up

Miles in the front, they just happy they can run with us

Did about a 100 but the coppers ain't fuck with us

Your bitch understand that we hottest and you fucking up

All my girls know I'm the shit

All your girls think you the shit until they meet me

Young nigga ain't got no picks

Nigga I be on the move if you wanna reach me

Takin' 'em to get in line

I'm busy hittin' dimes

Loose change but what you say in them new lines

Sayin' that you do crimes, you lyin'

Niggas ever run up on you with the iron, you dyin'

I wanna know who told these niggas they was gettin it

Rappin' bout that bullshit you ain't livin' it

Bitches love me, boy I been a pimp

She innocent, 'til I had her sweatin' the whip, woah

Fuck niggas ain't about it really

I pull up in sum'n grande, shout my nigga out in Philly

MD nigga, 'til I'm empty nigga

Screaming fuck that other shit them niggas 'bout silly, foreally


[Hook: Kasey Jones]

Ain't got shit on me but money, I'm boutta go get some mo'

These bitches on me they phony, I'm boutta go get some mo'

We ain't playin' 'bout this homie, this money it ain't a game

Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same

I got fifty on the dresser, got a hundred on the floor

I got bitches in the bed and they all tryna get some more

We ain't playin' bout this homie, this money it ain't a game

Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same


[Verse 2: Al Hostile]

Drugs nigga, fuck that, I am the plug nigga

Supplying all this doped up shit to you dumb niggas

I run niggas, I run shit, so pass me the blunt bitch

Goin' for the gold, so I be damned to vibin' quick

Can't fuck with no Trukfit

A lotta dicks try and buttkiss, real quick

Y'all niggas don't cut shit

I'm known to fuck up shit, then dip, then hit a spliff

Rolling with my niggas and we live for that moshpit

One word hostile, three words I'm hot now

Uth shit to the top now, now lame fucks better bow down

It's still puff puff pass

Weak niggas getting gassed, while Imma tell you that you ass

Trash, rubbish, garbage, junk

A blunt full of skunk, man this ain't what you want

Nigga my life golden so it's fuck what you thought

And I got more lyrics than the church got Oh Lords

Hallelujah I'm the shit, Hallelujah I'm the shit

Got 'em screaming from the pit, your girl reaching for my dick

Your moms and your baby sis

I'm back with a mac and a 16, I guess mean

I bet that these niggas gon' know me

I was born Hostile, I'll be here for a while

And I promise y'all niggas can't hold me


[Hook: Kasey Jones]

Ain't got shit on me but money, I'm boutta go get some mo'

These bitches on me they phony, I'm boutta go get some mo'

We ain't playin' 'bout this homie, this money it ain't a game

Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same

I got fifty on the dresser, got a hundred on the floor

I got bitches in the bed and they all tryna get some more

We ain't playin' bout this homie, this money it ain't a game

Believe that I'm down to get it, and my homies feel the same


[Post-Chorus: Matt McGhee]

I got fifty on the dresser, I got a hundreds on the floor

I got bitches in the bed and they all tryna get some-

(Gra-Gra-Gra-GramFam)

We ain't playin bout this money my nigga


[Outro]

When you are afraid, it is difficult to breathe

It is difficult to move

It is difficult to speak

But it is easy to panic