The Remixes

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My summer remix project.


released August 24, 2014

Beats made in Reason 7 and FL Studio 11



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Track Name: All Gold Everything (Remix)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga nigga nigga
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Nigga nigga nigga
Don't believe me, just watch
Don't believe me, just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Gold all in my watch, don't believe me just watch

This ain't for no fuck nigga
If you a real nigga then fuck with me
This one for the hood niggas
Hipster bitches that shop at Lenox
Dark skinned, light skinned, Asian and White women
Hypebeasts we know aboutchea'
Don't buy shoes unless they popula'
For the hoes, my nigga
That's pussy popping at Magic City
Got that strong, my nigga
Then come match that shit with me
Smoking mid, my nigga
Then don't pass that shit to me
This one for my niggas
And bitches bout that money, (Cash Out)
Gotta love, Chesire Bridge
Them bad hoes at Onyx
I don't fuck with no snitches
So don't tell me who telling
This one for them colleges
Them bad hoes at Spelman
Shout out to them freshmen
On Instagram straight flexin'
Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo
Popped a molly, I'm sweatin', woo
Momma always told me, Boy, count your blessings
In God I Trust, so I kept counting them Franklins
I'm too fly, you know this
Lemme give your ass a checklist
One gold watch, two gold chains
Six gold rings, it's nothing, God Dayum
OG Jordans, them high socks
No shirt on, I'm stunting, okay
And this song for them fuck niggas
Who hating on you this summer, fuck em
Talk shit behind your back
But won't say shit in public, fuck em

Track Name: Poetic Justice (Remix)
Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume, go, go

[Verse 1]
I recognize your fragrance, hold up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh
And I know your taste is, a little bit hmm, high maintenance, uh
Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when
You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet, where your friends and 'em? I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off, fuck that
Pour up plenty of champagne, cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari, nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, P.S

You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

[Verse 2: Drake]
I really hope you play this, cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taking clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your momma to the motherland, I could do it
Maybe one day when you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city and you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but Goddamn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress, ooh
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, P.S


[Verse 3]
Every time I write these words, they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
It's you looking in the mirror, love is not just a verb
It's you looking for it, maybe, call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common and what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this, love is not just a verb
And I can see power steering, sex drive when you swerve
I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, uh-huh
That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, uh-huh
Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly and right before you go blind, P.S

Track Name: My Chain (Remix)
My chain!
My chain, my chain, my chain
Don't you like my chain?

[Hook: repeat 2X]
My chain, my chain, don't you like my chain mayne?
Young Gucci Mane and I'm poppin off the chain mayne
And my Jacob is so fruity
Call me Gucci Mane or you call me Gucci Gucci

[Gucci Mane]
I came to the club, just to floss my chain mayne
Catch another charge and I'm goin to the chain gang
... Oh I think I'm icy
Sold a hundred thou' eatin bologna {?} white streak
.... Don't you see how bright it is?
City girls and country girls be tellin me how tight it is
.... These girls they be choosy
Diamonds be so sparkly they thank my chain was movin
... My chain is off the chain
Stacked up me some money, budget off and bought a chain
.... Check the way my chain hang
Gucci I don't gangbang, all I do is chain swang

[Gucci Mane]
Gucci you be shinin, Gucci you be shining man
Go on turn me on homes tell me who your diamond man
... My girlfriend actin lame
She say I'm actin different just because I got this chain
... Haters get your hater on
When they see them yellow stones, holla at'cha later on
My chain hang to my shoestrang
Like my watch and ring, but I know you love my chain
My chain hang to my ding-a-ling
I do my thug thang when I'm in the club mayne
When you heard "So Icy," you thought of Gucci Mane
I got that stupid money so I bought a stupid chain

Track Name: Jumpin' Like Jordan (Remix)
[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house like Jordan
Pull up in a brand new foreign
300 on the dash and I paid straight cash
Take off on you niggas Jeff Gordon
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she with me
Livin' life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Got the trap house jumpin' like Jordan
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
AP, it cost me 50
Model ho yeah she wit me
Living life like I'm Diddy
In the Kitchen with Whitney

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Trap house jumpin' like Jordan
J's in the hood, they’re snortin'
Double cup, lean, I’m pourin'
Yo' bitch whippin' in the early mornin'
Pulled up in the drop top Phantom
Niggas in the hood can’t stand it
My whip game is so special
I’m whippin' up the whole Grand Canyon
I got Molly, I got white, Marilyn Mason!
I went to the jeweler, cashed out on a new piece, now my diamonds dancin'
Yo bitch think I'm romantic, my coke card game is frantic
My whip game make you panic, my plug is Phil Jackson
Feeling like Mutombo, I got all these Kush bowls
Juggin' at the Texaco, you smoking on Reginald?
Trap game Elvis Presley, you can’t impress me
Dark skinned ho can cook the dope, she look like Nestle

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
Got the trap house jumpin' like Kobe
Cashed out, hundred K on a Rollie
You ain't one of me, nigga, don't talk to me, nigga
I'm a real ass nigga, you phony
In the kitchen whippin' up them babies
Make the Pyrex trap go crazy
Young nigga got money, young nigga got work
Young nigga got crack like the 80s
I'm winnin', I'm winnin', I'm Dunkin', I'm Dunkin'
I'm Jordan, you're not even Kobe
In the kitchen with a Pyrex pot
Where the whippin' in the pot too hot
Drinkin' lean, out the bottle
In the Aston Martin foreign with a model
Twenty racks on me, got tats on me
In the bed with six hoes like 2 x 3

[Hook: Rich The Kid]

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
I’m a free man, no Morgan!
That choppa, it take out you organs
I play with them keys, no organ!
Your bitch in my kitchen, she snorting
The lean, I’m pouring, I'm snoring
I’m making them plays in Delaware
Versace, Medusa my underwear
Who the fuck, nigga better have haircare
You don't trap on the block if you dont live there
The trap be jumpin', and bunkin'
The fiends they running, the money keep comin'
I'm kickin' hoes out like a punter
If I start shootin', turn to a track runner
I'm callin' up Rich, he bringin' the kids
Whippin' the babies all summer

[Hook: Rich The Kid]
Track Name: Move That Dope (Remix)
[Intro: Pusha T]
Real dope dealers for real!
Haha! Hahaha

[Hook: Future] (x2)
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, Aye move that dope
Young nigga move that dope

[Verse 1: Future]
Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam
Turn the whole brick to a Lam
Re-rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat
Keepin' it soft like a mink
Gold on my link, coke in the sink
Choppin' that work like karate
Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati
That's a whole lot of new money
Snatch it, then hide it from the 12
Movin' them squares and them bales, servin' the rawest of yayo
Beating that china like Kunta Kinte
Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay
Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up
Made myself a boss, a boss and a plug
Either way you put it, nigga, I'm good
Triple salute, nigga, straight out the hood
Bakin' soda water splash the scales
Fork in my right and my pot in my left
Leanin' over, over to the side, I whip me a four way to a nine
The dirty, the money is homicide and my recipe can't be televised


[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Young enough to still sell dope, but old enough that I knows better
When they sayin' it's 42 for that white powder, I knows better
Get it nigga? I nose better, put a smile on the devil's face
Who don't wanna sell dope forever and flood their Rollie 'till the bezel break?
Woo! Fish scale in the two-door that I fish-tails
Fiberglass, Ferrari leather, in designer shit that I misspell
YUGHH! Look at the clues, the J's, the jewels, I'm actin' a monkey
From sixteen years old, I'm whippin' in kitchens, fuckin' my junkies
Pablo, Versace way before Migos
My dinner plates, no silverware, all you niggas my hijos
Toss a kilo like a free throw, crack house, it had the peephole
Made it through to the other side, now nothing's big as my ego, Push


[Verse 3: Pharrell]
Me, I try to leave the best for later
But Pusha tried to put me on the respirator
The old Skateboard P, that's your favorite
Me and twenty girls doin' yoga naked
Frequency high, like a spaceship
She say that she like it and she's been exposed
The Gandalf hat and the weird ass clothes
That's Comme des Garçons and the Buffalo
I know guerrillas with the triggers that's on a banana clip
And packin' with the biggest missiles
These niggas is knocking over vehicles
These niggas ain't waitin' just to see niggas
These niggas ain't tryna hear plea niggas
These niggas like choppin' down trees, niggas
These niggas 1-2-3 and they squeeze, niggas
These niggas hit the weed then they lean niggas, gee, nigga
If you got two hoes, you need to let one go
Two Lambos, you need to let one go
All these drones while y'all smoke dro
There's an eye in the sky, I'm tryna let y'all know
Ain't no standards, I'ma set one though
Big ass bag but no man sandals
All that war, we need to let that go
That boom business, I'ma get that ho


[Verse 4: Casino]
Young nigga got that coke, whip that dope like a bad child
How you think about that coupe, with no roof? Young nigga cashed out
Popped so many Percs, popped so many Zans, young nigga 'bout to pass out
12 jump behind me, I got some in the car, young nigga 'bout to smash out
Migo hit that line, say he got some bricks, young fresh, 'bout to buy 'em out
QuikTrip 'round the corner, dropped a nine
Got the J's in the lunch line smokin' iron
Cocaine, cocaine cowboy, like Mickey Munday
Take over the project, whip a line, me no wait
I keep a 45 in my coat, while I'm servin' dope
The J's in my hood smoke that crack, say it give 'em hope
Serve a nigga whole brick, he hopin' that it come and go
Young nigga tricked up, now he spendin' that money with Casino!

Track Name: OG Bobby Johnson (Remix)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

Word on the street I'm a suspect
Hangin' with the killers in the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!

[Verse 1]
Wipe a nigga out like an outbreak
Choppa start bustin' make the house shake
Fuck niggas sweeter than a pound cake
Get your eyes on your chin better watch what your mouth say
Lean with the footballs got a nigga trippin' (Xans)
Fuck it, fuck it, nigga keep sippin'
Dirty AK with the beam on it
Clip so long I could lean on it
Free my niggas locked behind bars
Moved a hundred pounds before a lawyer beat the charge (beat it)
Pack touch down run it back like Marshall Faulk
If a nigga try to rob fuck it hit em with the hawk (boom)


Hundred bands on your head get the job done
Throw it up throw it up nigga where ya from
Whole hood hot cause ya nigga hittin' licks
Ain't made a mil yet but it's still nigga rich

[Verse 2]
Stick em up stick em up stick em (stick em up)
How ya want it nigga? Full or the semi
Lurkin' for the cash, searchin' for the bag
Young nigga wildin', throwin' up flags
Shooters on the roof with a scope (boom boom)
Money make em treat ya like the pope (like a king!)
Work the block like Dikembe in the post (cook 'em up)
Nigga hit it with the fork (hit it)


It's the niggas that you trust that'll prolly turn feds
Hatin' on ya heart cuz you rockin' Hermes
Especially if ya money long, guarantee you turn heads
Ray Ray'll sell it all, gotta watch the shermheads

[Verse 3]
Hate, hate, hate (hate), jealousy is a bitch nigga trait
These niggas snakes wanna know what ya make
Grimy ass ho, do ya like Larenz Tate (Kane)
Young nigga runnin' with the cannon
Never let a nigga see ya panic
Dope boys in the hood workin' with the Hispanics
On the phone with the plug, nigga speakin' Spanish

Track Name: Aerosol Can (Remix)
We behaving bad
We behaving bad
Fast wine, slow wine (we behaving bad)
We behaving bad
We behaving bad
Fast wine, slow wine (we behaving bad)

[Verse 1]
Yo! When I was young and my dad had a reefer house
I’d catch a contact and talk like Eek-A-Mouse
Go to school act like I’m pulling reefer out
Kinda funny cause I used to freak my teachers out
Like "dong dong diddy dong dong", seen?
So much mi go teach ya bout
Peace to the one Black Chiney and the Heaters out
In the club, everybody on Sinatra
Look around, everybody on Sinatra
I ain’t talking bout this shit they call Coke and vodka
I’m talking bout the shit you snort and go "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"
I mean just go bonkers
Make the young girls wild, and then go topless
Make the dope boy smile, they don’t need binoculars
Make a nigga wanna pull out choppas
Brrap brrap brrap they got ya

Ring, bom bom bom bom
Aerosol can, bom bom bom bom
Monkey outside, bom bom bom bom
Shooting all night, bom bom bom bom
Bom to the bom to the clang clang clang
Banging on that ass like orangutan
Motherfucker transform to a grown man
And transform again like
(We behaving bad)

[Verse 2]
Skateboard, can a nigga make more?
Steal my style? I ain’t got no reward
Like hmm, make yourself bigger like mushroom
Mario Kart
All y'all niggas wanna get like me
All y'all niggas wanna spit like P
Missin' ass niggas wanna hit like me
Meanwhile yo bitches wanna kiss my D
Child Rebel Soldier, hit that ass for the combo
AK-47 and the dress on a rhino, boom
Commodore like Lionel, zoom
Hauling that ass like a new Veyron
Am I wrong?
Riding with my bitch mane, all night long
One second I’m here, next second I’m gone
That’s two in 60 seconds nigga, what you want?
Girls on me like they superglued on
My dick like a table you can place food on
Like Szechuan, or Hunan
Nigga I’m hot like the place Mulan


Motherfucker transform to a grown man
Mother-motherfucker transform to a grown man
BBC Ice Cream skewed on
B-B-BBC Ice Cream skewed on
Who-who on? Nigga you on?
Feeble ass niggas only get booed on