My Reputation (feat. Demi Lovato & Lil Duval) - Jeezy

Demi leaves rehab' again When is this shit gonna end? Sounds like the voice in my head I can't believe I'm not dead I'm alive by the skin of my teeth I survived, but it got harder to breathe Asking why doesn't make it easier Go easier on me God, damn it, I just wanna be free But I can't 'cause it's a fucking disease I'm alive by the skin of my Ooh-woo-hoo! Ooh-woo-hoo The reaper knocks on my door 'Cause I'm addicted to more I don't need you to keep score When I'm the one who's at war I'm alive by the skin of my teeth I survived but it got harder to breathe Asking why doesn't make it easier Go easier on me God, damn it, I just wanna be free But I can't 'cause it's a fucking disease I'm alive by the skin of my I'm just trying to keep my head above water I'm your son and I'm your daughter I'm your mother, I'm your father I'm just a product of the problem I'm just trying to keep my head above water I'm your son and I'm your daughter I'm your mother, I'm your father I'm alive I'm alive by the skin of my teeth (skin of my teeth) Won't you try and have some mercy on me? Asking why doesn't make it easier Go easier on me God, damn it, I just wanna be free (wanna be free) But I can't 'cause it's a fucking disease I'm alive by the skin of my Hey-yeah (oh-oh-ooh!) I'm alive by (oh-oh-ooh!) The skin of my teeth (oh-oh-ooh!)

Coming in unannounced, drag my nails on the tile I just follow your scent, you can just follow my smile All of your flaws are aligned with this mood of mine Cutting me to the bone, nothing left to leave behind You ought to keep me concealed just like I was a weapon I didn't come for a fight, but I will fight 'til the end And then this one might be a battle, might not turn out okay You know you look so Seattle but you feel so L.A. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I love the way you hurt me It's irresistible Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-yeah Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-yeah I love the way (yeah), I love the way (yeah) I love the way you hurt me, baby I love the way (yeah), I love the way (yeah) I love the way you hurt me, baby I'm gonna get you to burst just like you were a bubble Frame me up on your wall, just to keep me out of trouble Like a moth getting trapped in the light by fixation Truly free lovin', baby, I'm talkin' no inflation Too many war wounds, and not enough wars Too few rounds in the ring, and not enough settled scores Too many sharks, not enough blood in the waves You know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-name Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I love the way you hurt me It's irresistible Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-yeah Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-yeah I love the way (yeah), I love the way (yeah) I love the way you hurt me, baby I love the way (yeah), I love the way (yeah) I love the way you hurt me, baby You're second-hand smoke, second-hand smoke I breathe you in, but honey, I don't know What you're doing to me, mon chéri But the truth catches up with us eventually Try to say live, live and let live But I'm no good, good at lip service Except when they're yours, mi amor I'm comin' for you and I'm makin' war I still love the way you hurt me It's irresistible Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-yeah Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-yeah I love the way (yeah), I love the way (yeah) I love the way you hurt me, baby I love the way (yeah), I love the way (yeah) I love the way you hurt me, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The space in between us Starts to feel like the world's apart Like I'm going crazy And you say it's raining in your heart You're telling me nobody's there To dry up to flood Oh, but that's just crazy 'Cause baby I told ya I'm here for good My love's like a star, yeah You can't always see me But you know that I'm always there When you see one shining Take it as mine And remember I'm always near If you see a comet Baby I'm on it Making my way back home Just follow the glow, yeah It won't be long Just know that you're not alone I tried to build the walls To keep you safe when I'm not around But as soon as I'm away from you You say they come tumbling down But it's not about the time That we don't get to spend together It's about how strong our love is When I'm gone and it feels like forever My love's like a star yeah You can't always see me But you know that I'm always there When you see one shining Take it as mine And remember I'm always near If you see a comet Baby I'm on it Making my way back home Just follow the glow yeah It won't be long Just know that you're not alone You say that time away makes your heart grow numb But I can stay just to prove you wrong Oh, look at how far we've come Don't you know Don't know that you're the one, oh My love's like a star yeah You can't always see me But you know that I'm always there When you see one shining Take it as mine And remember I'm always near If you see a comet Baby I'm on it Making my way back home Just follow the glow, yeah It won't be long Just know that you're not alone

Words don't come easy without a melody I'm always thinking In terms of do-re-mi I should be hiking, swimming laughing with you Instead I'm all out of tune But what you don't know You lift me off the ground You're inspiration You helped me find my sound Just like a baseline at half-time You hold down the groove That's why I'm counting on you And if I heard you on the radio I'd never want to change a single note It's what I'm tryin' to say all along You're my favorite song I'm in a session writing tracks You've got another class to teach And then rehearsal with a band You're always one step out of reach I'm looking for some harmony With you it comes so naturally You helped me find the right key And when I hear you on the radio I'd never want to change a single note It's what I tried to say all along You're my favorite song My Favorite Song! And when I hear you on the radio (yeah yeah) I'd never want to change a single note (no no) It's what I tried to say all along You're my favorite song You're my favorite song

All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo In a black full length mink, getting this money Try to stop me, lay you down like a perm nigga IPhone on you hoes, taking selfies at the store Strike a pose with them hoes like "look at me!" '04, '05, little nigga, I was getting tight money, don't fold up 2 door, 250 Bitch you better open my door when I roll up Had them coming to Atlanta for the Hawks Had the ticket, was the man in the city Had the city so motherfuckin hot Damn near bought a fan for my city What ya talkin' bout Used to get money with the milli, OG said sell with If he tell you anything Then he'll tell you nigga that I ain't ever tell shit Ain't no need to be excited, I ain't ever been indicted Pussy nigga I ain't told shit The nerve of you niggas, signed with these rappers that never sold shit Had that Rolls gold, Rose Bowl Jacob all Rose gold everything (Trinidad!) Talkin' 'Rarri 430 with the piping on the seat, it was everything Nigga made a quarter mil at the Texaco Took his thing in the club like he's Plaxico Always fresh from head to toe Know his name in the mall nigga? Every Sto' All the nigga talk 'bout bricks and birds Chinchilla shit, nigga his and hers AP, Rolex, he's a professional They call him Snowman bitch, the Black Eskimo I ain't talk to be talking I don't to just talk Snow say something y'all better listen up You going in your bag, what you goin' by your jeweler Nigga you icing out your wrist or what? Yeah, I got a few trophies Bitch that Hublot looking like a Heisman I'm so motherfucking high up in this bitch I swear I'm thinking 'bout diving 5 quarters on chill Wrist looking like it's real, nigga Mike Jones (who?) You gone learn 'bout this niggas Loaned sperm out these niggas What they is nigga? my clone Gotta keep the grass cut Keep your eyes on these snake ass niggas cuz they pythons The God of this bitch, the MJ of this shit And you can tell these niggas Mike home

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 34 a unit, nine hundred, an O Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly Two door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin' Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin' First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord Wassup First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK

Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

(Yeah, yeah) ay cool, ay cool Ooh, ha Rah Turn me up a little bit (shit) (What I tell you I was gonna do, man?) (I was gonna go diggin' in their chest, right?) (Man, they gon' be in they feelings, nigga) (I swear to God, let 'em know) Wassup? The fuck I look like? (Hah, oh, you niggas think this shit a game, huh?) (Y'all niggas came to play, didn't you?) The fuck I look like? (Oh yeah, goin' back on they ass, check this out) The fuck I look like? (Woo, y'all niggas actin' like y'all don't know) (This 17-five, nigga) The fuck I look like? (Snow, whatever you wanna call me, nigga) (You know who originated this shit, nigga) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga play me? (Fuck 'em) Grown-ass man, but I'm still my mama's baby (yeah) 2020, I'm gettin' money like the 80s (80s) Where the mashed potatoes, nigga? Everything is gravy (ha-haa) The fuck I look like playin' with these rappers? (Rappers) He who wears the crown, nigga, king of these trappers (trappers) Got it off the block, nigga, hid it in my sock, nigga (yeah) Before the sunset (yeah), 'nother half a block, nigga (yeah) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga spray me (spray me) Bulletproof the Maybach, ain't touchin' that Mercedes (yeah) Four-fourin' the babies (babies), nothin' 'bout me lazy (nah) Think you gon' trick me out my square? Yeah, you motherfuckers crazy (yeah) The fuck I look like? (Yeah, woo, shit, been the nigga) (A whole lot of boss shit goin' on here, nigga, sup?) The fuck I look like? (I hear you nigga, but I don't see y'all, though, nigga) (You know what I'm talkin' about? I'm tryna tell y'all, nigga, yeah) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, one of you niggas or somethin'?) (Huh? You niggas didn't know I was from the block for reals?) The fuck I look like? (I put that work in, nigga, we here now) (Right where we doin' this shit nigga, we go, get into it nigga, let's go) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga trick me (huh) Ten do five, you know the streets gon' miss me (woo) Whole thing in the pan, lookin' like some Rice Krispies (woo) Where that silly rabbit? You know the streets get tricky (ha) The fuck I look like (like) lettin' a nigga bait me (bait me) That's the shit I love 'cause I know them niggas hate me (hate me) See, Duncan block raised me (yeah), my partners Crippin' crazy (yeah) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, that's how I'm feelin' lately (ayy) The fuck I look like (like) gettin' off my drizzick (hah) In and out that bank, bitch, I been gettin' busy (woo) Countin' hundreds, dizzy (dizzy), two-steppin' like Trizzick (ayy) Don't get it fucked up, that clip still hold 50 (blaow) The fuck I look like? (Fuck I look like, nigga, huh?) (Countin' hundreds, dizzy, two-steppin' like Trizzick) The fuck I look like? (Don't get it fucked up, boy) (You know that motherfucker still hold 50, boy) The fuck I look like? (They on speed dial, nigga) (They don't want nothin' but some problems and some bills, nigga) The fuck I look like? (The fuck I look like, nigga?) (One of you rap niggas or somethin'?) Snow