JAY-Z and Beyonce Drop Star-Studded Cinematic “Family Feud” Video

JAY-Z and Beyonce delivered a star-studded cinematic video for “Family Feud.”

The short film-themed cut is what everyone on social media is talking about this weekend after the couple premiered it on TIDAL on Friday night. The stunning visual features some big name stars including Omari Hardwick, Jessica Chastain, Thandie Newton, America Ferrera, Michael B. Jordan, Rashida Jones, Mindy Kaling, Constance Wu, Brie Larson, Rosario Dawson, and many more. This is the first video from the album 4:44 that JAY-Z is making a cameo in and his wife Beyonce and daughter Blue Ivy Carter also appeared in the cut.

The video gets underway with a quote from James Baldwin that reads, “The wretched of the earth do not decide to become extinct, they resolve, on the contrary, to multiply: life is their weapon against life, life all that they have.”

The video begins in a setting dated to the year 2444 which pays homage to the album title and 4 is a significant number for JAY-Z. The storyline chronicles across several generations including the year 2050 where Susan Kelechi Watson plays an older Blue Ivy who was among a group of women who revised the Constitution. “America is a family and the whole family should be free,” Watson said. “It’s like I remember my father saying when I was a little girl: Nobody wins when the family feuds.”

Perhaps the most talked about part of the video is when JAY-Z, Blue Ivy, and Beyonce goes to church and the couple went into the confession booth with Hov on one side and his wife on the other side. The overall theme of the album 4:44 is one of confession with Hov admitting to infidelity and even going public about his mother being a lesbian. We’ve already seen nine other videos from the album and I guess the rap legend saved the best for last.

Watch the video for “Family Feud” by JAY-Z and Beyonce below.

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Francis and the Lights – Cruise Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(And they may say it’s not for children)
Of course it is
(And they may say it’s not for you)
It’s for you
(In a short while we’ll be riding in cars that drive themselves)

[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)

[Verse 2]
We’re climbing over the consoles in our sleep
We’re marveling at how far the seat’s go back
In a short while we’ll be guided by stars that guide themselves
(I’m losing you)
It’ll be so safe and so helpful

[Chorus]
And we’ll all just cruise
(Can we just cruise?)
([?])
And we’ll all just (cruise)

[Outro]
In its, in its own world now

Stefflon Don – Hot Prop Lyrics

[Intro]
The Don

[Verse 1]
Metaphor heaven
No iron, they weak like they’re seven
They crushed and I’m hot, let me press them
Fangs dripping venom
My flow’s be like cars, they want rent them
No budget, I don’t make exceptions
Don’t ask me no questions
Don’t mention my name in your sentence
There’s levels, I don’t see progression
Let’s take that aggression
I bow to any … that’s second
Their [?] longer than my extension
No abduction, [?] guilty by impression
You all became serious felons
Slice, get jealous when Steffy pull up to the presence
For squad who stay witnessing Peckham
Clapton, they’re moving like there’s a recession
While I’m in the [?] like a treacherous weapon
Slap them, and every gal that came with them
They stopped the beat but they’re lying, say [?]
Roger that, go [?] if you please kill them
I’m a soldier in my camp, we ain’t go no civilians
Your opinion doesn’t hinder my right of the minion
Legendary when retired, who gon’ bet a million?
Looks deceive, have … thinking I’m Brazilian
Christmas Eve rappers really wan’ take position
A billion, a billion, a billion
Change my mindset, now I’m ahead of the game
Master the law of attraction with no distraction
[?] gon’ be the head of the frame
They don’t want you asking questions
They don’t want you to lead but follow all of the way
Religion ain’t real, division, it kills
It’s fake, I guess we’re sleeping wide awake

[Verse 2]
[?] been praying, look up
But God has been in
We was really born to win
Look what our [?] shame
Parents and church fam
While we raised by gangs
Rebels ain’t nothing but man, man
It’s God, I shall not fit the above
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
[?] be putting in peace
[?] my tits
Don’t worry, it’s just a trick
I don’t have no other way
I came to slay
The fake, the beast, let me play
I’m ready, I’m trained
Tell them to [?]
Why would I feel with that pain?
Death ain’t the end, I’m just saying

[Hook]
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
Pussy ain’t shit, I want this world, fuck a dick
Bitch I’m hot prop, what the fuck?
What the fuck?

21 Savage – Flexin’ [Snippet] Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Jumped out the Porsche, got to it
Choppa on me, bitch I shoot like I’m Cupid
Model bitch, and she gon’ blow me like hookah
All these diamonds, bitch I look like a jeweler
Rollie froze, bitch it came out the cooler
Tech 9, bitch it came with a cooler
I got shooters that’ll shoot at your shooter
Bitch you broke, you eatin’ noodles and oodles
I got a bad bitch, workin’ Hooters
Bitch I get the check, and you know I blew it
21 gang, chain hangin’, blangin’
Jewish lawyers, give a fuck about that rangin’
Seinfeld, niggas frontin’ like Kramer
Put you on the news, you wanna be famous
Zero six, bitch you know that I claimed it
I jumped out the Porsche and broke my ankle
I’m [?] the bud when I cook it up
Your main bitch want me to pick her up
I nut in her face, she gon’ lick it up
Your jewelry shinin’? We gon’ stick you up
Like 2Pac, nigga, hit ’em up
These niggas tough on the Internet
Gettin’ that pussy, I’m killin’ that
I’m not just a rapper, I’m livin’ that

[Verse 2]
Shawty said she want that dick, I told that bitch to wait one minute
These niggas broke, I heard these niggas shoppin’ J.C. Penny
I took that bitch to Ruth Chris, I heard a nigga eats at Wendy’s
I’m a real nigga, I can’t wear no gold unless they came from the [?]
[cont.]

6ix9ine – KeKe (Revised) Lyrics

[Intro:6ix9ine]
Scum Gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine]
I’ll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick, givin’ top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin’, straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know, I’ll run off with the shit, on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine, with the .9, on thei regular
Niggas want war yeah, kickin’ doors yeah
Niggas want the sauce yeah, shake em’ off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bustin’ drugs yeah
Rollin’ through the city yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want their bitch back, I don’t chit chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, i’ma block boy
Double to your Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be bustin up the ops on the regular
Nigga we be duckin’ from the cops on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick and givin’ top on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if its comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
Stand my rules, it is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah, ay
They know I’ma ball like a boss
Boutta’ take a trip to the stores
Let a nigga trip in the zone
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot
I hit on the tour bus, Ooh yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, Ooh yeah
I told my .38, I love you
That’s my baby, when I pull up, she pull up too
See the, Hermès on the bump, Ooh
In the, lotta’ bag, in duffel, yeah
Leave him wetter, let it rain nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga
I’m runnin round with the same niggas
Same niggas that will take a nigga chain nigga

H.E.R. – My Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Uhhh, yeah
Mmm, mm, mm

[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
Just take me to places I’ve never known
When no one else seems to be getting through
Only you can tell wants going on

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
I found what I’ve been missing
Right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 2]
Everything that you’ve told me
I thank you every day for
All the things you wanted me to be
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
You would take the away the pain
Through the storm the sun still shines
With you by my side I’m not afraid

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
Found what I’ve been missing
You were right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 3]
All my doubts and fears
All my cries and tears
They all just disapear
When ever you, were near
You are still right here
You are still, oh right here
Right here
Right here
Right here
Still right here
Right here
Right here, right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, here
Right here, here, here, here
Right here
Right here

Clipse – Zen Lyrics

[Hook: Pusha T]
Is it them blings that make em watch us?
The awkward lean and them cars that’s topless
I got them things, I cut and chop it
I sell that ostrich, I’m so obnoxious, getting money say

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Hands got the bubble touch, bike with the double clutch
Two diamond jump ropes, my neck do the double dutch
Give a fuck about such and such
On behalf of the Re-Up Gang, I’m saying enough’s enough
Turn it, turn it, fire, burn it
Gram weight straight like a nigga just permed it
Pyrex and water, playa, how I earns it
Lame rap niggas I’m so not concerned with
On another level, my third bezel, my fourth gas pedal
55 on the back, I’m a daredevil
The course is paved, the watch is pavé
You niggas gotta love me, I’m something the lord made

[Verse 2: Sandman]
I got-gots to do it, do it
VVS, my jewelry don’t need no jury
To find me guilty, I stay gaudy
Pockets bulky, how can y’all fault me?
Ghost-ride it driver, what that mean?
You’re small, welly, nigga fuck that beam, Us that team
Touch that cream, digital scale, what’s that scheme?
(It’s all real) Don’t touch that thing (Fake!)
Niggas faces get flattened and clapped-in
Squad want action, Re-run, What’s Happening?
Every episode, the Tec exposed, Gotti body
Tsunami mamis, it’s gotta be why they watching

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Zen zen zen zen zen zen, zen zen zen
Zen zen zen zen zen zen (Getting money say)
Zen z-zen, zen zen, zen zen
Zen zen, zen zen zen z-z-zen

[Verse 3: Ab-Liva]
Now how that forearm glow on ’em, feeling so grown on ’em
I pitch work sorta like Nomo on ’em
Snow on ’em, cover my tracks, low on ’em
So on ’em, streets I, push blow on ’em
The car drop with the soft top like whoas on ’em
Rolls on ’em, go on ’em, I’m striking a pose on ’em
No opponent can come close, match tone on it
Flow on it, honed on it, I’m feeling that home owned it
It’s Liva, the rider, the man, they hang clothes on ’em
With the belt, the matching shoes, the G soles on ’em
I’m classic, the plastic got Os on ’em
I rolls on ’em, the self-murder doors close on ’em

[Verse 4: Malice]
Yeah, good gosh a-mighty
All we do is cook raw, push cars like Whitey
Like a moth to a flame it’s so inviting
To opposite sexes, the stones, so precious
Still in the Resi G4 Valieire
No diamond in that bezzi, I get grown-er every year
Pay me for that feature, that don’t make it family
All is see is blackface and you singing “Mammy”
I’m from the old school when the Gat was a jammy
Twin four-fifths, the resemblance is uncanny
I bust both in sync, y’all niggas hear me
Now that’s what I call the Big Bang Theory

[Hook + Bridge]

Francis and the Lights – Tear It Up Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve been in a building sitting in a chair for an hour now
I’m out of it
Think I’ll get a drink
[?] play a beat I like
And dance uncontrollably

[Chorus]
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I’m doing
Not caring at all
I’m out of it
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I [?]
Not caring at all
I’m in control

[Verse 2]
Do you want my drink?
I’m gonna find some space
I don’t care if we fall back on the rule
I just wanna see what I’m working with

[Chorus]
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I’m doing
Not caring at all
I’m out of it
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I[?]
Not caring at all
I’m in control

[Outro]
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what I’m doing
Not caring at all
I’m out of it
I’m tearing it up
Let me see what [?]
Not caring at all
I’m in control

Francis and the Lights – Just for Us Lyrics

[Intro]
My, my, my

[Verse 1]
Someone wanna take you home
Don’t let ’em
Even when you’re on your own
Everyone’s watching
They don’t run your life
They don’t understand what’s good for you
I know you’re not scared
That everyone’s watching

[Chorus]
It was just for us
It was just for us

[Verse 2]
Someone wanna run their mouth
Just let ’em
Even though I’m not alone
You’re still next to me
They don’t run your life
They don’t understand what’s good for me
I don’t feel that bad
If anyone’s asking

[Chorus]
It was just for us
It was just for us

[Verse 3]
When I see you out
And you catch my eye
I wanna look away
But I don’t wanna lie
Even though I couldn’t explain even if I tried
It was just, it was

[Chorus]
It was just for us
It was just for us

Vybz Kartel – Yabba Dabba Doo Lyrics

[Intro]
Hold on…
Hey gyal, a so the bleach make face look old?…
And you a just 35 years old?
Weh the young gyal dem deh, weh bleaching fit you? Make your bumpa roll

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 1]
Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”

[Hook]
Anything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Like, Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 2]
Go a St. Ann, check a gyal down a Priory
Walk with a ratchet, hear say she waan tie me
Go pon the beach and turn it backway, hear her, “Mi hole a burn down!”, mi say, “Irie”
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi come, tip a little curry ’til the meat get clear, spend your bloodclaat money!
Hey gyal, your bleach just nah reach
You shoulda deh a flour, but you stuck a cornmeal
Which idiot buy bleach pill give you?
Pill a fi Matrix! Babes, you a Neo?
Watch a gyal, a white skin you a pray fah?
How much you have, wha’ thousand dollar ago pay fah?
Alright, me have the remedy fi you
Go over the whole sale, buy a dozen sand paper
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 3]
Third verse now, gyal, you’re clean like a cheddar
Don’t too walk out inna sunny weather
Tell your little friend go get herself together
Face white, body black, rasclaat! It’s a zebra?
Bleach and salt water no go together
Don’t take no boost, don’t take no peer pressure
Me no sorry fi you if you nae did a listen
Now your skin look like salt fish pon stretcher
My girl, you might get stretch mark if you rub the gel pon your body too hard
Watch how you paste pon your legs and your arms
If you rub your batty hole and your pussy, wear draws

[Hook]
Everything you do a gyal a follow-follow you
She inna Jimmy Lie, that a couldn’t Jimmy Choo
When you see a gyal and her crew say, “Who let the Flintstones out?”
Yabba Dabba Doo!

[Verse 1]
Check Mr. Chin down a Town, get mi rubbings
Gyal a say, “Addi, you white out, and me love it!”
Link the thugs dem anuh town side a public
“Benz don’t?” Me disguised inna Sunny
Worl’ Boss, white face, black buddy
“Wha’ you use?” Bio Claire with the Omic
If your elbow take long fi reach, rub a little curry pon the Fair & White, spend your bloodclaat money!
My youth, no matter how you drink roots…
Mouth water no breed gyal, a cocky juice!
Souls make your hood dead, no lovey-dovey
Me a fuck pretty gyal ’til the face double ugly
Andale! Andale! Addi up inna the belly
Addi Di Daddy inna your goal like Pele
Turn it backway, rev it out, *vroom vroom*!
Make your mother say, “Look wha’ him do your pum pum!”…

Lil Wayne – Family Feud Lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like “A Milli” verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about your squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The best thing left ’round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say “BLAOW” like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go “boutta boom”
One of them go “boutta bing”
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that’s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six shit

Afrojack – Be With You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It’s like you moving in slow motion
That’s how I see you in my mind
I’ll give my lifetime of devotion
A love like yours is hard to find

[Chorus]
And I would drive out through the night
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I would fight a samurai
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I would run five hundred miles
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I don’t give a damn right now
Just to be with you, just to be with you
Tonight

[Bridge]
Where would I be without your love?
There is no me without your love
Where would I be without your love?
There is no me without your love
Where would I be without your love?
There is no me without your love

[Chorus]
And I would drive out through the night
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I would fight a samurai
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I would run five hundred miles
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I don’t give a damn right now
Just to be with you, just to be with you
Tonight

And I would run five hundred miles
Just to be with you, just to be with you
And I don’t give a damn right now
Just to be with you, just to be with you
Tonight

Neil Young – Cinnamon Girl Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I want to live
With a cinnamon girl
I could be happy
The rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl

[Chorus]
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together
Chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl

[Verse 2]
Ten silver saxes
A bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
And waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Pa sent me money now
I’m going to make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah yeah yeah

Don Q – Trap Phone (feat. Desiigner)

[Intro: Don Q]
Yeah
Don
Put the suit back on all you niggas

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Fuck what I overcame
They slaughtered my name and they tarnished it
I just came up on a open lane
They say I’m the one who gon’ conquer it
You wasn’t there when we started it
Now you wanna come be a part of it
Nigga, we ain’t under nobody
We came in Atlantic for partnership
I know my mom she pray for me
First in the morning, and in the night faithfully
I see the [?] had a vacancy
I’m tyna boss up and start up an agency
I’m happy God made a way for me right at the top with the greats where they play for me
I know these niggas got thoughts of betraying me
Keep them outsiders away from me
Can’t have no strangers around us
I got some [?] for loungers
I’m too impatient for browsing, I want it I’m bringing it straight to the counter
I’m way too busy to do it, I pay an accountant to pay my accountant
I got too lazy to count it
Look at my chain it’s astounding

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 2: Desiigner]
I give my dogs the medicine
I call my dogs, they veterans
I give my dog the weapon, then
Just hit my dog, they send them in
Aimbot, aimbot, first I whack him, then I whack a cop
Paid 380 for the top
Then put .380’s in your top
And then to 80 on your block
And now it’s navy on the block
And now you gravy on the block
Be lookin’ wavy on your block
L.O.D, Highbridge
So much shit that we did
[?]
Did it all for the fame

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Verse 3: Don Q]
Look at this shit I’m inspiring, I’m a nigga they admiring
I get in the lab and I turn into a scientist, got ’em thinkin’ ’bout retirement
I got some hoes out the country and I got a bunch of them flying in
I’m a product of my environment
I get some product and flood the environment
They watchin’ the ice when I step at the light
I drop a tint when I left the [?]
Gold Lex and my neck is froze
It got gold sets and I’m settin’ goals
My legacy gon’ be set in stone
I know some niggas that’s never home, but they do dirt and never tell a soul
He goin’ back to the trap when he left parole
Yeah, yeah!

[Chorus: Desiigner]
I got a phone, it’s a trap phone
I get your girl give me back bone
I get some bitches on that phone, I get some riches on that phone
Y’all do some snitchin’ on that phone
I put some 6’s in that chrome
I put some 6’s in that dome
I put some 6’s in that home

[Outro: Desiigner]
For the fame
We’ve been all through the pain
And the rain
Same
Now congratulations and pop champagne

Alabama – Down Home

Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on the state road map
That’s where I was born and where I’ll die

Things move at a slower pace
Nobody’s in a rat race
And these days that’s a special way of life

[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

In the corner of the hardware store
Gathered round on a checkered board
Old men telling lies and crownin’ kings

Kids drivin’ round the old town square
Cops roll down int he cool night air
Go and see what’s shakin’ at the Dairy Queen

[CHORUS]
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up down home

When I was a boy I couldn’t wait to leave this place
But now I wanna see my children raised

Down Home

Down Home

Folks know
If there fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home
Where they know you by name and treat you like family
Down Home
A mans good word and a handshake are all you need
Folks know
If they’re fallin’ on hard times they can fall back home
Those of us raised up
Down Home

Down Home
Way down home
Down home
Down Home
Way down home

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

H.E.R. – My Song

[Intro]
Uhhh, yeah
Mmm, mm, mm

[Verse 1]
I wanna run away with you
Just take me to places I’ve never known
When no one else seems to be getting through
Only you can tell wants going on

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
I found what I’ve been missing
Right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 2]
Everything that you’ve told me
I thank you every day for
All the things you wanted me to be
Is every thing I’ve prayed for
When the weight of the world is on my shoulders
You would take the away the pain
Through the storm the sun still shines
With you by my side I’m not afraid

[Pre-Chorus]
When I hear you name
Put a smile up on my face
It don’t matter the time or the place
You make it all better now
I can love you forever now
When I hear the sound
When I’m feeling down
Ain’t nobody else gotta be around
For you to make it better now
Let me get myself together now

[Chorus]
Let me sing my song
Don’t wanna be alone
I know that when I listen
I find what I’ve been missing
Right here in my heart
Let me sing my song
I know this is my home
All that I’ve been wishing
Found what I’ve been missing
You were right here from the start
So let me sing my song

[Verse 3]
All my doubts and fears
All my cries and tears
They all just disapear
When ever you, were near
You are still right here
You are still, oh right here
Right here
Right here
Right here
Still right here
Right here
Right here, right here, right here
Right here, right here
Right here, here
Right here, here, here, here
Right here
Right here

Lil Wayne – Family Fued (Remix) (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, shit outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
Fuck is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude niggas
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga
That’s truth, no boost, nigga
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That shit could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, nigga
My Karma making the news, nigga
This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
If I ever see Trump he better salute niggas
Much as we do nigga
For real

[Interlude: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six shit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I could care less about your squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my nigga Akon
Your bitch sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the dick in her spine
I fucked the bitch in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too
Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch
Stuck my neck out and shit
Then got the heck out that shit
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
Tunechi F ’round this bitch
The best thing left ’round this bitch
All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef ’round this bitch
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this bitch
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama shit
I come direct with my shit
I come correct with my shit
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my shit
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape
Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother fucking beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today
I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them niggas keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go "boutta boom"
One of them go "boutta bing"
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle
The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself
Damn, that’s some six shit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself
I just hope there’s a point to watch you pussies play with yourselves
That’s some six shit

How Drake Cleverly Ended Meek Mill Beef On “Family Feud” With Lil Wayne

Drake may have just made a bold move to end his beef with Meek Mill.

The rappers have been beefing since 2015 when the Philly rapper fired off some tweets about Drizzy using a ghostwriter to pen his raps. Little did he know what was to come after that rant on social media. We’ve since learned that he did it because Nicki Minaj broke up with him and he wanted to get back at her. Of course, Drake emerged the victor from that feud using two fiery diss track including the Grammy-nominated single “Back To Back” and it took Meek days to respond with a diss track that earned him even more Ls.

Since then, both Drake and Meek Mill did their own interviews where they both admitted that they might never be friends ever again and their feud may just turn out to be forever. On Friday, Lil Wayne drops his new collaboration with his protege, “Family Feud,” and Drizzy used the opportunity to extend an olive branch of the sort to his foe who is now incarcerated on a 2-4 years prison sentence for probation violation.

“I need my paper long like “A Milli” verse, Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge, F**k is the point in all the beefing when we really blood, Nobody wins when the family feuds, ni**a,” Drake raps in his lengthy freestyle verse. In another line, he hinted that he isn’t really calling a truce, but nevertheless, he is sympathetic towards Meek Mill over his unjust sentencing. “But this isn’t all about calling truce, I’m still dishing out verbal abuse, That sh*t could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, ni**a,” he continues to rap.

Since the height of their beef in the summer of 2015, both rappers have been taking subliminal shots at each other in their songs, but this is the first clear signs that they could make peace. Drake also took a jab at Donald Trump on the “Family Feud (Remix)” as well as stated that he wishes he could fix Lil Wayne beef with Cash Money/Universal Music. “Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans, I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes, My ni**a spend a lifetime going platinum and gold,” Drizzy raps.

Do you think Drake and Meek Mill will make peace anytime soon?

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Vybz Kartel Told Sean Kingston Some Good News About 2018

Sean Kingston paid Vybz Kartel a visit in prison recently and came back with a message from the Worl’Boss.

The reggae pop singer recently concluded his tour overseas and returned to Jamaica just in time for Christmas to spend the holidays in his homeland with his family. One of the first thing he did when he returned home was to visit Vybz Kartel and sources told us that it was the incarcerated deejay’s request to have Kingston visit him over at GP to discuss some business, as well as, some big plans for 2018.

“2nd day back in [Jamaica],” Kingston wrote on Instagram in the caption of a photo of himself and Sikka Rymes who is a close friend of Kartel. “Just went to pay the Wurlboss [Vybz Kartel] another visit… di teacher is in goodfaith with a lot of great plans for #2018 Big up di link @sikka_rymes for the invitation.”

While he didn’t revealed the exact plans that Kartel has for the new year, sources told us that he is planning to drop a new album as well as a ton of new music. “We have a major project in the works for the new year,” sources told us. “2018 will be bigger and better just stay tune its total domination from the Wor’Boss boss it ago sick.”

This is the second visit Sean Kingston made to Vybz Kartel in prison this year following his first visit in March. The two also collaborated a single “Chance” which has been getting plenty airplay locally and overseas. Since returning to Jamaica, the “Beautiful Girl” singer has bought a new mansion and a new fleet of luxury cars. He also signed Kartel’s protege, Tommy Lee Sparta, to his Time Is Money Entertainment. The two are currently working on their albums due early next year.

2nd day back in ??…Just went to pay the Wurlboss @vybzkartel another visit… di teacher is in goodfaith with a lot of great plans for #2018 Big up di link @sikka_rymes for the invitation!! @theoprince53 #Gaza #vybzkartel

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Kim Kardashian Explains Why 25 Family Pics From Instagram Disappeared

Kim Kardashian coughs up an explanation into why her 25 family photos disappear from her Instagram.

The reality TV mogul uploaded 25 family portraits to her Instagram account every day in December leading up to Christmas Day. Her fans criticized her harshly because of Kylie Jenner, who is rumored to be pregnant, was not in any of the photos including the one she posted on Christmas. Natural everyone thought that it was because she was being trolled why she deleted the photos.

According to Kim Kardashian, that assessment is not the case and she merely deleted the pics because that was the original plan of action. “Was always the plan. I archived them so my instagram feed vibe is back,” she responded to a fan who asked, “Wait @KimKardashian deleted all the 25 days of Christmas cards on Instagram.”

Was always the plan. I archieved them so my instagram feed vibe is back https://t.co/yYG4Ib0Iud

— Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) December 28, 2017

After deleting the photos, she posted a pic of herself, Kanye West, North West, and Saint West. “Happy Holidays,” she wrote in the caption. The couple has a third child on the way through a surrogate. Their new bundle of joy is expected to arrive in January next year. Her two sisters, Kylie and Khloe Kardashian, also have their babies on the way but so far only Khloe has confirmed her pregnancy. Kylie Jenner has been in hiding ever since rumors surfaced of her pregnancy for Travis Scott and she has yet confirmed or denied the rumors. Khloe and Triston Thompson are expecting a baby boy.

Happy Holidays

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Kim Kardashian and Kanye West have been going strong especially since his mental breakdown in November last year which forced him to cancel his Saint Pablo Tour. This year the rap icon has maintained a low profile and mostly stayed out of the public eye. He still manages to push his Yeezy fashion brand even further all while working on a new album due next year.

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Bruno Mars Sued Over “Uptown Funk” Rap Group Claims Rip Off

Bruno Mars has a new lawsuit on his hands over “Uptown Funk.”

The pop singer and Mark Ronson scored a massive hit with their collaborative single “Uptown Funk.” The single was released in 2014 and went on to become one of the biggest song on the planet that year and is still in heavy rotation on radios to date. The retro music video for “Uptown Funk” has already clocked close to three billion views on YouTube. But after making millions off the single, here comes a new lawsuit from a rap group who claim that they rip off their song, TMZ reported.

The Sequence claimed that Bruno Mars and Ronson ripped off their 1970s classic “Funk You Up” which created history in 1979 when it became the first rap son to reach the top 50 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. In their suit, the female trio claim that “Uptown Funk” has “significant and substantially similar compositional elements.” They are asking for an unspecified sum in their suit.

This is the second lawsuit the two singers are facing in the last couple of months. Back in September of this year, Roger Troutman and Zapp filed legal docs claiming that Bruno Mars and Mark Ronson stole pieces of their song “More Bounce to the Ounce” which was released in 1980.

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Drake Links With Lil Wayne On “Family Feud” Off “Dedication 6” Part 2

Drake links up with his mentor Lil Wayne on “Family Feud” off Dedication 6 mixtape part two.

When Wayne dropped Dedication 6 on Christmas Day everyone was left wondering where is that Drake, but fret not he is still holding it down the fort. The two Young Money rappers collaborated on a remix for JAY-Z‘s 4:44 single, “Family Feud” and its fire. Weezy did hinted last weekend that there will be a second part of the mixtape. Drizzy debut the single on his Instagram page on Friday, just moments after Hov drop the full video for the original single on TIDAL.

The single is a bit of a freestyle with the two rap titans trading bars on two lengthy verses where they both showcase their lyrical prowess. In his verse, Drake gave Colin Kaepernick and his former foe Diddy a shout-out and surprisingly he took a jab at Lil Wayne’s ongoing legal battle with Cash Money Records. Drizzy also namedrops Donald Trump in his verse in a bold move from the Canadian rapper. “If I ever see Trump he better salute ni**as, Much as we do ni**a, For real,” he raps.

Lil Wayne once again proved why he is one of the greatest of all time in hip hop with a fire verse. “On my god, lightning striking twice in this place, Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?, All these mother f***ing beef, I need some rice on this plate, Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin’ she say,” Weezy raps.

Chance The Rapper name Lil Wayne as the Michael Jackson of rap music in a bold claim on Twitter. While some fans agrees with his assessment, there are others who say he is reaching with that claim. Nevertheless, Weezy is one of the greatest that ever take up a microphone and rap.

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Offset Denies Getting Celina Powell Pregnant, Still Going Strong With Cardi B

Offset has denied claims made by celebrity groupie that she is pregnant with his child.

Cardi B and Offset has been dealing with allegations of infidelity over the last few weeks and now at least one female has come forward with claims that the Migos rapper impregnate her. The problem for her is, now he is shooting back saying he doesn’t even know her much less to knock her up. Still she is adamant that he is the father of her unborn child.

“These past few months have been a complete mess, but I finally found enough strength to open up about what’s going on,” Powell wrote on Instagram along with posting a photo of a sonogram. “Yes I am expecting & yes she’s a GIRL my whole life is changing and right now it’s definitely for the better. I’m not sure what the future holds but I hope [Offset] & I work this out for the sake of Karma Lee Cephus.”

She also addressed her critics who accused her of faking pregnancies before by saying that this time its very real. For those of you who don’t know who Celina Powell is, she is a popular Instagram model who has in the past accused rappers like Chief Keef and Fetty Wap of being her baby daddy. Of course they all denied it and she never present them with a baby or a baby bump.

RELATED: Cardi B Issues Warning To Offset Don’t Go Eric Benet “Take JAY-Z Advice”

Nevertheless, the allegation comes at a bad time for Offset who is dealing with his own allegations of cheating on his fiance Cardi B. The Migos rapper also has two children from a previous relationship. Last month, he also admitted to being the father of a 7-year-old boy named Jordan after the boy’s mother, Justine Watson, filed a paternity suit against him. Is it possible for him to have a fourth child on the way.

Notorious Rap Thot @xocelina187 says she’s pregnant by #offset and this time she ain’t faking it like the other times. She came thru with ultra sounds n all that. WE BELIEVING HER OR NA?

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