Hit-Boy - Plug Music lyrics

[Hook] Baby baby, don't you worry I'll take care of you I promise Baby baby, don't you worry I'll take care of you I'll take care of you [Verse 1: B. Carr] Been a plug feelin' like it's just Columbia Come around here make sure that your money up Who the f** gonna stop us n***a we on Turn on a [?] clown sh** alone [Verse 2: Hit-Boy] I knew my sh** was different, always had the knock Since I was makin' music, at my momma's spot They tried to make me settle, I rebuke the devil n***a this is mothaf**in' Grammy level I went from nowhere to stay, couldn't afford them J's Went and put a Jordan corner in the crib to remind me of them days Plaques on my wall just to fill the space, grind a hundred days 99 O's, finally got a break Gave myself a shot, f** these other n***as All they do is talk, this is where it stop [Verse 3: B Mac the Queen] How could you tell me my n***as ain't got it? Time after time makin' hits like it's nada We are the plug ain't no hit ain't gon' stop it And we got it look like we came with them letters And we get inspired by writin' and rappin' And smokin' that loud like it came with a choir Not givin' a f**, selfish with those This for my n***as with goals [Verse 4: Oktane] Bought a Blackberry just to write a rap IPhone type too slow, I can't write with that Givin' n***as flows cause n***as act like hoes And flip when they find out I'm real nice with raps But the people f**in' with me from the Bronx to Rialto City My n***a that's plenty I need Oscars and Grammys and Emmys And any other award given for winnin' Man we tryin' to be in it We the Plug [Verse 5: Price] Too many n***as rappin' hood and never seen blocks What you know 'bout makin' fades lettin' fiends cop Givin' money to your homies in the pen off the green dot Young n***as totin' guns never had slingshots We the Plug, where the preamp I drop 40 on your block, b**h I'm movin' like Durant To tell you I'm the best like the Muhammed Ali rant Untouchable music, y'all n***as better revamp Price! [Bridge] I love to fly It's just you own peace and quiet, nothing around you but clear blue skies... And the only bad part about flying is having to come back down in the f**ing world [Verse 6 : N.No] And the tracks to the ounce, everything got bounce One click, one sound, we the plug in the drought Got it for you when they out, n***as know they came out like Who that? n***a, we that, I ain't stoping until they bring TC back All work, no play, no relax f** a n***a mean? You disrespect, I'mma need that n***a [Verse 7: Kent M$ney] I was all up in the black room, no clothes but I still roll with my n***as off parole Settin' goals at the same time, in the van tryin' to be the man like it ain't mine, same grind You ever have to sleep inside the whip with your n***as so broke, split chips with your n***as? Get rich with your n***as, only stay up for late, loyalty is a master trait We been 'bout it 'Bout it, 'bout it [Outro: K. Roosevelt] I can't f** with no b**h a** n***a, hell nah We don't f** with your b**h a** either (Weird a** n***as) I want the world to know We don't f** with no b**h a** n***as (I'm talkin' to you) And I can't f** with your b**h a** neither (Plug!)