Pharrell Williams today announced the music lineup for the second year of his acclaimed “Something in the Water,” a multi-day music festival and cultural experience taking place in his hometown of Virginia Beach over the weekend of April 24-26, 2020.
The festival is produced by Live Nation and Redrock Entertainment Services. Tickets go on sale to the general public Saturday, December 14th at 12pm ET; the public on sale follows the sold out special “Locals Only” presale earlier this fall.
A$AP Rocky, Baby Rose, Bae Worldwide, Banks, Beck, Brittany Howard, Buddy, Chad Hugo, Chance the Rapper, Clipse, EarthGang, Foo Fighters, FriendsWithYou, Global Citizen, Gunna, H.E.R., Jaden Smith, Jozzy, JR, Kali Uchis, KAWS, KP The Great, LANY, Lauren Jauregui, Leon Bridges, Lil Tecca, Lil Tjay, Love Mansuy, Mahalia, Major Lazer, Mereba, Metro Boomin, Migos, Nelly, Nickelus F, Noodles, Pharrell & Friends, Playboi Carti, Pop Smoke, Pop-Up Church Service, Post Malone, Quinn XCII, Rema, Rico Nasty, Sabrina Claudio, Snoh Aalegra, SoSuperSam, Tank and the Bangas, The Head and the Heart, Tierra Whack, Trey Songz, Turnover, Tyler, the Creator, Usher, Venus X, Wale and the Backyard Band, 070 Shake, 6lack and 99 Neighbors will perform at the expanded festival, now with three beachfront stages. Even more performers are expected to be announced soon.
In a nod to the influence and appreciation of educators, Pharrell first released the music lineup to the 12 Virginia Beach high school principals this morning to make a simultaneous district-wide announcement of the artists performing at the festival.” />
According to the announcement, the festival will feature expanded programming across an entire week, including “the brightest minds from the culinary world, technology, environmental sustainability, health & wellness, media and more, from Monday, April 20th, through Thursday, April 23rd.” That lineup will be announced next year.

Who’s the tutor? Ghetto Cowboy, motherfucker
Brian Jones
[Verse]
Yeah, never had to walk away from anybody
Always been a body from the jump
Yeah, never been a hater, never gave a fuck about a hater
Never been a punk
Yeah, been an innovator, fuck an imitator
Drop another hot potato son
Take ’em back to feed my park
With Baby D and the Kings of Crunk
Rest in Peace Grip Plyaz, Speakerfoxxx, and Lenny’s Bar
Rest in Peace, Zoo, you ain’t dead but to me you are
Still Dixie Mafia bitch, still waving that flag, I’m
New South in everything I drop, whether I sing or rap, ask Dax
Suit up, you gonna need a haz-mat
Leaving these fuckers chewed up
Like a muskrat in a backpack
I’ll hang up the Ku Klux and I ain’t got to act black
I’ll crack a cracker like I crack a plastic bag of Cracker Jacks
Pull up your bra, quit spilling your guts
You better cork your bo-ttle
You feeling yourself, like jerking off to my tunes
You willing to bet, I’ll make a splash like pot-holes
After it rains, with your name just like a snot nose
You’ll be running, trying to escape what’s coming
But the exits blocked, you’re fucked, oh to be a woman
There’s only one Michael Wayne, there’s only one Klever
As for the other white boy from Gadsden (pst), whatever
You’re welcome, now take that petty diss and run with it
Fuck around and I’ll surround you like circumferences
You build a house of hate around what I have brung to this
Game, I’ll make that place your home
Like the Sons of Mumford did
Lame, I’m all the way up, woke, turnt
You think you flame, you all the way suck, choke, burnt
Bitch I’m on fire like holiday nuts, holding firm
You want the go, I’m all the way buck, you’ll learn
Hop in the backseat bitch, Hip-Hop is snoozing
You could use an Uber, like a student pupil
I’m a teacher, reach ya hand for the ruler, I’ma bruise your ego
Abuse and move onto the hall, against the wall stupid
Who’s the man? Got so many styles I could be a wardrobe boy
So little boy flows some O.J poured in the glass
With your buttermilk pancakes
Mama’s little helper, daddy’s little bae
Put the bae bae kids in my Chevrolet
Brought the pepper spray and a banana for AKs
Bitch holler, “Mayday, mayday”
Then take it to the bank, it’s another payday
Oh you a baller, well take the ball and
Let me here kick that shit Pelé
The nerve of the shit they say, I’m permanently amazed
And your whiskey sucks, fuckin’ one sip
I wanted to go straight back to AA
Who else? [Intro]
Yelawolf
Catfish Billy
M.W.A. Letters flying till the ghetto crying
The police are saying now, “Who’s the shooter?”
Here I go, with a trenchcoat and a black rifle
Ten toes down up like a light pole
Middle finger up like a Black Rhino’s horn
I was born for the storm, I’m at home in a shit cyclone
Never let bygones be bygones
Rather I’d say, “See ya later, adios”, bitch
Rapping obese is just bygone
Never thought the culture that I loved would be this sleazy
His videos all look alike, no wonder they can’t see me
Is this the guy that said he was the hottest white boy
Since the one with dyed blonde hair, what the fuck
Hold up, G… easy
I can’t let this Tom Cruise lookin’ motherfucker just paddle by
Don’t know if I’m watching Vanilla Ice or Vanilla Sky
Marshall Mathers may have ignored you
But if you want the smoke, bring the foil
I’ll boil you till the kettle’s dry
Have a nice day suave
I’m a different breed, I’m a wolf, OK? Our clothes already match
Poser, biter, appropriation thief
Give a fuck how many records you sold
Every fan you made is a leaf off of my tree
Boy you’re my seed, another mullet in the gang
With the teeth I see
I just picked a bone with Post Malone
And did it all on a Beastside beat
Dribble through the middle up
Crossover on ’em like I’m in the NBA
Look I don’t really give a fuck
Tell me what do I gotta lose anyway
Still mobbin’ in the pickup
Threw a middle finger out the window when I wave
Trunk Muzik III bruh, you gon’ know how I feel about MGK
Beethoven is rolling over in his grave
Cause I’m a conductor anaconda
With the musical energy, electrical wave
Prodigy of an anomaly, Shady
Bumping daily something crazy, someone save me
Nothing made me something baby
No one’s playing, fuck you pay me
[Outro]
Trunk Muzik III I would diss Post Malone but he don’t even rap
Fuck it, fuck Post Malone, just because
Let’s see if he answers back
All that change, tits, and funk chill bill
And the cowboy boots and hats
Damn Postie, why can’t we be friends?

The True Queen
Which Queen Did You Mean?: Janelle Monáe (Saturday) Vs. Nicki Minaj (Sunday)
Miguel and Pusha T: Okay and Meh
Fast-rising singer-rapper Jessie Reyez rocked the stage on Saturday with dramatic songs like the sultry “Apple Juice” and jazzy “Body Count,” doubling down on the buzz she’s gotten for being a featured artist on the hottest tracks from Eminem’s just-released surprise album, “Kamikaze.” As she does on that album, Reyez held her own up against hip-hop royalty on the MIA stage.
And while Pusha T has delivered one of the boldest albums of 2018 with the Kanye West-produced “Daytona,” he brought little of the guts and glory from that album to the MIA stage. Los Angeles-bred singer Miguel always brings a multi-genre flavor to his sets, and "Green Light" and "How Many Drinks?" were big on hip-swiveling R&B. Yet, while entertaining at MIA, we’ve seen him better.
As always, he performed with dignity, vigor, intensity and gentle nobility in a supremely tight 58-minute set that spanned multiple eras of his career, ranging from “DNA” and the set-closer “Humble” to “Alright” and early hits like “M.A.A.D. Kendrick Lamar seemingly rises to every challenge thrown his way, and his late-announced set at MIA was no exception. City” and “Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe.” One of hip-hop’s all-time greats, Lamar made it all look and sound easy.” />
Post Malone Starts Out Strong but Stumbles, Tekashi 6ix9ine Perplexes
But clad in a short, clingy dress with her waist-length hair dyed sunburst orange, Minaj made a visual impression beyond any smoke or lights when entering the stage. She even weathered a wardrobe malfunction smoothly during the aptly-titled “Majesty,” as she powered through an otherwise sturdy set of choreographed moves and swivels. But that was Nicki Minaj, the first female rapper to ever headline MIA, during what is now her sole North American appearance in 2018 (since she postponed that leg of her “Queen” tour until next year). No matter how big and dynamic a showcase you might have prepared, being the last act at a festival with two 10-hour-plus days can’t be ideal, especially when you’re running 20 minutes late.
In his first hometown performance since he spent five months in state prison on a parole violation, Meek Mill received a hero’s welcome from the “Milladelphia,” as he yelled from the Rocky Stage, audience for his “welcome back party.” He roared through hits like “Ima Boss,” and spoke of “being from the other side of Philadelphia — the dirty part," but also spoke of the need for prison reform and to fight for those “who have a family member in jail for dumb shit.” During the set he was joined by female rapper Tierra Whack and singer PnB Rock.
The Quiet Storm(ers): Sabrina Claudio and Saba
Add in lost sponsorships (goodbye Budweiser, hello McDonald’s and Abercrombie & Fitch), a bill big on up-and-coming talent (Jessie Reyez, Sabrina Claudio, Saba) but lower on big-name headliners (at least until Kendrick Lamar was added to top-billed Post Malone and Nicki Minaj), and a near no-show from Tekashi 6ix9ine (which was quelled when the rainbow-haired rapper hit the stage late, draped in a Mexican flag), and you had an MIA that was big on drama but ultimately emerged with a confident swagger.
However, he scored points for doing a wily “White Iverson” in that former Philly basketball great’s hometown. Starting with an ambient swell expected more from a Radiohead soundcheck than one of the country’s most popular rappers, Malone started off strong with the mid-tempo “Better Day,” the Philly soul-inspired “No Option” and the dreamily atmospheric “Déjà Vu.” But the set became bogged down in listless and samey tracks, with Malone needlessly dropping f-bombs. alone in a single week, but that does not guarantee a dramatic live performance. Post Malone’s “Beerbongs & Bentleys” album may have been the first in Spotify history to generate 400-million+ streams in the U.S.
From sparkly plastic decals of a ‘70s-era Franklin on freshly ironed t-shirts spied during Monáe’s set, to ‘60s beehive signs to badges with Aretha in a pink Cadillac, the late Queen of Soul was lionized in multiple items of memorabilia, although too rarely in the sounds of old-school R&B, at MIA.
Bringing the Noise: Jpegmafia
Huh?
But Fat Joe and his hype man Big Lou filled the gap with aplomb, bringing the kind of classic hip-hop that Jay-Z loves to the event, with an old-school rhyme structure, halting rhythms, gentlemanly charm, a fatherly outlook (he stopped his set to make sure a fainting woman in the crowd got helped by security), and a serene sense of soul to past hits like “Lean Back” as well as new material like his just-released single, “Attention.” That rep was not helped by the fact that he missed his set time. Two of the main acts on the bill, Tekashi 6ix9ine and Post Malone, brought controversy with them. Tekashi came to MIA with a bad rep: he pleaded guilty to a 2015 charge for using an underaged girl in a sexual context in a music video, and a 2018 arrest for allegedly choking a 16-year-old fan.
The Return of Hometown Hero Meek Mill
The Maryland rapper renowned for the noise-hop of “I Cannot F—ing Wait Until Morrissey Dies” hit the skate park stage Sunday put his small crowd into a Death Grips-like hold. To the sample-driven soundscape of glitchy static, operatic vocals and drip-drop percussion came screams worthy of an Alan Vega album on songs such as “Thug Tears.” Jpegmafia was a true highlight of the fest, even if only 25 people witnessed it.
Bringing the Pop: Zedd
“Sturdy” is actually a good word for Minaj’s set: a dance-heavy showcase that was solid in its staging but uneven in its pacing. Still, it’s early days, and Minaj should be in top form when she hits the U.S. next year after the European leg of the tour. Songs like “Hard White,” “Good Form” and “Barbie Dreams” were high points, as were last-minute  appearances by Tekashi 6ix9ine on “Fefe” and Philly rapper Lil Uzi Vert, who performed "The Way Life Goes" with Minaj as a sensuous Gaye-Ross duet (along with his own creepy hit "XO Tour Llif3”).
However, on Saturday, day one of MIA 2018, grey skies opened without rain, and cooler winds prevailed. Jay-Z grumbled, the Mayor crumbled, MIA extended its lease, and after a testy few days, the controversy evaporated into the summer heat — which was the second concern: the humidity-drenched, 100+ degree temps that plagued Philly all summer. PHILADELPHIA — Made in America, Jay-Z’s annual Labor Day weekend festival in Philadelphia, faced down many threats over the summer. First among them was the city itself – or at least the office of its mayor Jim Kenney, which threatened to move Hova’s hip-hop-driven fest from its existing high-rent location on Benjamin Franklin Parkway due to noise and trash complaints.
Monáe. Along with her usual theatrical flair (e.g. Happy Pride forever!” she shouted before the brittle soul ballad, “PrimeTime.” From "Crazy, Classic, Life," and its declaration of intent ("I am not an American nightmare, I am the American dream"), to the frenetic finale of "Make Me Feel” (with a snippet of James Brown’s "I Got the Feeling") and “Tightrope," Monáe proved to be an unstoppable force, and a welcome change of pace. an entrance with a throne, the vagina pants from the “Pynk” video, Cab Calloway-like dancing), she brought a sound that ranged from soulful, Supremes-like grandeur to dirty funk, and referenced her recent coming out to her LGBTQ-heavy audience: “You found out about how I live…. Anyone who thought second night headliner Nicki Minaj would win MIA’s crown title by virtue of her new album, "Queen," wasn’t counting on Ms. In a return engagement to MIA (she played its 2012 debut) the singer-actress brought diversity and versatility to the stage. "Life is all about balance, Philly," she shouted before exiting the stage.
Zedd brought an incongruous Top 40 flavor to the event, but did manage to cram his dream-house "Beautiful Now" collaboration with Selena Gomez and John Bellion into a murky, floating DJ set that included remixes of Childish Gambino's "This is America," Dua Lipa's "One Kiss" and Cardi B’s “Bodak Yellow.”
“This is so special to me, the first festival I ever got invited to play,” he said quietly. “I don't know who it is that runs Made in America, but thanks to them."
Saving the Day: Kendrick Lamar
While nearly everyone else at MIA pounded and preened, Miami vocalist Sabrina Claudio and Chicago rapper Saba did their very best in the name of understatement. While the former did so with a brand of R&B reliant on her hometown’s smooth and salty Latino vibe, the latter — a buddy of Chance the Rapper — was cool and jazzy in a Chet Baker-meets-Q Tip fashion.
Other notable local acts performing on Saturday included West Philadelphia rapper Armani White, whose jazzy band brought hard-bopping R&B hop on tracks like "Public School," while vocalist Tiffany Majette’s Orion Sun lent a bumping groove to a soul-folk mix.
Fresh From Eminem’s “Kamikaze”: Jessie Reyez
When 6ix9ine finally took the stage, he lurched into his wildest breakout smashes "Gummo” and “Keke,” garbled a tribute to the late rapper XXX Tentacion, and then slowed his set to say something truly strange after yelling for “American rappers to suck my dick.”

The “Rockstar” rapper got some heat on Twitter this week after making the statement during an interview with GQ. post malone – doesn’t wanna be called a rapper
post malone – raps, raps over typically rap beats, features rappers, uses slang and accents popular in rap music
“guys it’s been so hard for me don’t box me in”
— thatgweilo (@grimskeeter) January 26, 2018

He could’ve done alternative rock, tanked, & realized he was wack. I make music that I like and I think that kicks ass, that I think the people who f**k with me as a person and as an artist will like.”
That statement triggered a backlash on Twitter and some fans told him directly to just quit hip hop all entirely and make another genre of music. Some folks sees it as a double standard where he wants to not be labeled as a rapper but at the same time he puts out a tone of new music that’s hardcore rap. — X (@XLNB) January 26, 2018

A queer Black woman innovated rock n roll in the 1940’s
A Black woman was behind the sugar hill gang who put hip hop on the map in 1979
The Post Malone article doesn’t surprise me. 3 song on Billboard Hot 100. So the main takaway here is that he can’t have it both ways, although some fans can be a bit too critical of artists on social media. — |L I Z Z O| (@lizzo) January 27, 2018

If you sit there and try to tell me Meek Mill is trash but you listen to Post Malone im done talking to your simple ass ??? Nevertheless, he currently has the No. “But I don’t want to be a rapper. I just want to be a person that makes music. It’s the same erasure of culture that’s been happening since the dawn of modern music. Instead, he chose rap since white, hip hop audiences have a penchant for going crazy over mediocre, European-American rappers. “I definitely feel like there’s a struggle being a white rapper,” Post Malone said. — The Saint Laurent Seal (@josh_vickerson3) January 27, 2018

post Malone too busy featuring in everyone else’s songs he forgot about his album leave him alone so he can drop his damn album please
— Uchiha (@Zyphree_) January 26, 2018

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DOWNLOAD Migos – White Sand Ft Travis Scott, Ty Dolla Sign & Big Sean Laced with a whopping 24 songs in total, the project features contributions from some of the biggest name in hip hop, including Drake, Pharrell, Kanye West, Gucci Mane, Big Sean, Nicki Minaj, Metro Boomin, Cardi B, Post Malone, and many more. After teasing us with various records & details over the past few months, the Migos finally released their highly anticipated sophomore album today called Culture 2. Lyrics to ‘White Sand’ by Migos:

It has arrived.

Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
(You will, regret! Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Sauce
Flex wet in the flesh, ayy! Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
[Verse 1]
Ayy, water that pussy like baptist
To find my sauce need an atlas
Her pussy hungry and starving
So my dick is what I use it as the damn catnip
Rap game on faster than fast so
Be real, all these niggas I might overlap them
Never mind, I just might cap them
Just like a taser I zap them
Shock! [Chorus]
How is you feeling vro? Mr. I fuck a bitch in the dark
My diamonds shine in the dark
Weed deadass smell like a fart
I’m on go just like a cart
You police, I’ll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh
Try but you never can fuck my thot
Or milly rock on my block
Okay, Post Malone with that pistol
I see you is the issue
I know that you hard as tissues
See you giggle like tickle
Your bitch seeking me like missile
Heat sensor on my pickle
You know that I tell no fiddles
But I rhyme right like a riddle
[Chorus]
How is you feeling vro? Feeling like the Four, bitch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Bitch, ayy! Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Feeling like the Four, bitch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Mr. Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
How is you feeling vro? You will, regret!)
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
[Outro]
I think I’m done (map this, map this)
I think I’m done (map this)
I don’t think I gotta say anything actually
Ayy ayy, ayy Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? CashMoneyAp
Yuh, yuh, yuh, who? Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
[Verse 2]
Map, map, map
You the type to have eyebrow cat scratch
And I’m in the field like baseball bat
And I’m fresh off a lick like an old Tic-Tac
You done fucked up like you take a step back
Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back
Like you’re Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella holla back
But I’m ’bout the damn money boomerang back
Okay like lisp, is how I speak ’cause I sip
Lean like what’s done on your bitch
In your mouth I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like T.I. bitch as a tip
I don’t get head I get lip
The sauce is water I dripped
The sauce is water I, ayy
[Chorus]
How is you feeling vro? [Intro]
Ayy! Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
How is you feeling vro? Mr.

Feeling like the Four, b*tch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”
How is you feeling vro? Mr. Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”
How is you feeling vro? Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”. How is you feeling vro? You will, regret!)
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”. Map, map, map
You the type to have eyebrow cat scratch
And I’m in the field like baseball bat
And I’m fresh off a lick like an old Tic-Tac
You done f*cked up like you take a step back
Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back
Like you’re Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella holla back
But I’m ’bout the damn money boomerang back
Okay like lisp, is how I speak ’cause I sip
Lean like what’s done on your b*tch
In your mouth I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like T.I. Lyrics Ski Maski the Slump God – Babywipe
How is you feeling bro? Mr. b*tch as a tip
I don’t get head I get lip
The sauce is water I dripped
The sauce is water I, ayy. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat versuri-lyrics.info
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
(You will, regret! Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? I f*ck a b*tch in the dark
My diamonds shine in the dark
Weed deadass smell like a fart
I’m on go just like a cart
You police, I’ll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh
Try but you never can f*ck my thot
Or milly rock on my block
Okay, Post Malone with that pistol
I see you is the issue
I know that you hard as tissues
See you giggle like tickle
Your b*tch seeking me like missile
Heat sensor on my pickle
You know that I tell no fiddles
But I rhyme right like a riddle. How is you feeling vro? Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my d*ck out
She said “too big, gotta map this”.(babywipe)
Ayyyy, water that p***y like baptist
To find my sauce need an atlas
Her p***y hungry and starving
So my d*ck is what I use it as the damn catnip
Rap game on faster than fast so
Be real, all these niggas I might overlap them
Never mind, I just might cap them
Just like a taser I zap them
Shock! Feeling like the Four, b*tch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though? I think I’m done (map this, map this)
I think I’m done (map this)
I don’t think I gotta say anything actually
Ayy ayy, ayyy.(babywipe)
Ski Mask the Slump God lyrics
Video Ski Mask Mr.

[Intro]
Mm-mmm
Yeah, yeah
Mm-mmm
Yeah

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look, we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 1: Post Malone]
They was never friendly, yeah
Now I’m jumping out the Bentley, yeah
And I know I sound dramatic, yeah
But I know I had to have it, yeah
For the money, I’m a savage, yeah
I be itching like a addict, yeah
I’m surrounded, twenty bad bitches, yeah
But they didn’t know me last year, yeah
Everyone wanna act like they important
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But all that mean nothing when I saw my dough, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everyone countin’ on me, drop the ball, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Everything custom like I’m at the border, yeah, yeah
If you fuck with winning, put your lighters to the sky
How could I make sense when I got millions on my mind?
Coming with that bullshit, I just put it to the side
Balling since a baby, they could see it in my eyes

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I was patient, yeah, oh
I was patient, aye, oh
Now I can scream that we made it
Now everyone, everywhere I go, they say ‘gratulations
Young nigga, young nigga, graduation
I pick up the rock and I ball, baby
I’m looking for someone to call, baby
But right now, I got a situation
Never old Ben-Ben Franklins
Big rings, champagne
My life is like a ball game
But instead, I’m in the trap though
Pot so big, call it Super Bowl
Super Bowl, call the hoes, get in the Rolls
Top-floor lifestyle, Huncho and Post
Malone, I gotta play on my phone, aye
You know what I’m on, aye
Huncho Houdini is gone, aye

[Hook: Post Malone]
My momma called, seen you on TV, son
Said shit done changed ever since we was on
I dreamed it all ever since I was young
They said I wouldn’t be nothing
Now they always say congratulations
Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation
They ain’t never had the dedication
People hatin’, say we changed and look we made it
Yeah, we made it

[Outro]
(Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey)

[Intro: French Montana + Post Malone]
You know what it is when you hear that, haaaaan?
Double OT
Post Malone
I’m a new breed
Montana! Montana, haaan

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I’m surfin’, surfin’, I’m surfin’ on you
Wavy, I’m wavy, I’m wavy on you
Started from the block, yeah I was broke, I
Didn’t give me no choice but slingin’ that coca
Dealt with the hand I was dealt like poker
Came back with the 4, 5 like Michael Jordan, like Jordan
Started rappin’, they was laughin’
Bought a spaceship, bought a mansion, with J-Lo in the Hamptons
Now I’m dancin’, I bought me a crib with a lake
Purple drank like grape, bitch jump off like Blake
Diamonds lookin’ like steak
They ain’t gettin’ real money, since I was so young
Montana!

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 2: Post Malone]
Cigarettes and a headband
Commas, commas in my head, man
Slumped over like a dead man
Red and black, ’bout my bread, man
I’m the answer, never question
Lace up, learn a lesson
Bitch I’m saucin’, I do this often, don’t do no talkin’
My options right when I walk in, jump all them Jordans
I’m ballin’, money jumpin’
Like I’m Davis from New Orleans
Or bitch I’m Harden, I don’t miss nothin’
Fuck practice, this shit just happens, know y’all can’t stand it
I have it, I’ll never pass it, I work my magic
High average, ball on these bastards, it makes me happy
It’s tragic, I make it happen, and all y’all Shaqtin’

[Pre-Hook: Post Malone]
White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Verse 3: Slim Jimmy]
Yeah, Slim Jimmy
I spend it as I get it, I’m ballin’ with no limits
Fuck practice, I’m the illest livin’
Ain’t no games or gimmicks, I’m defyin’ physics
Flyin’ through the air, saucin’ with the hair, SKRRT SKRRT
Matte black Range, big diamond earrings
Keep a nigga on his game, I’m ballin’ like AI
Somewhere in LA, hot, secret Sunday, I
Blowin’ all the bank
Young, Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
I need that money like them rings I never won
I need that money for them rings I never won
SremmLife!

[Pre-Hook: Post Malone]
White Iverson
When I started ballin’ I was young
You gon’ think about me when I’m gone
I need that money like the ring I never won, I won

[Hook: Post Malone]
Saucin’, saucin’, I’m saucin’ on you
I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’, I’m swaggin’ oh ooh
I’m ballin’, I’m ballin’, Iverson on you
Watch out, watch out, watch out, yeah
That’s my shot, that’s my shot, that’s my shot, yeah
Spendin’, I’m spendin’ all my fuckin’ pay

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped “B.M.F.” and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, “what up?” all I hear is “Uncle Joe” in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of “White Iverson”
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga

[Intro]
It’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here

[Verse 1]
It’s Uncle Joe, peep while the story is told
Look like I’m the last nigga to know I got old
Which is fine, as Uncle Joe I wear that age like it’s a three piece suit
Can’t get to this type of flavor without a season at true
Every Sunday at the spades table slamming cards, hella hard
Spitting over Ruff Ryder or Roc-a-Fella bars
I’m telling stories of Khaled before he Terror Squad
Different from what they selling y’all, fuck am I telling y’all?
It’s Uncle Joe, don’t wear Supreme and jeans
Came up with Nitty and Web, I knew Supreme in Queens
And Ross dropped "B.M.F." and y’all would sing in the streets
I’m a little different, I was thinking of Meech
Check this shit
I used to drive around the tunnel in the Lexus with the snub
Before Power 105 was sneaking breakfast in the club
Listen, young niggas learn up, I don’t do the kiddie shit
I’m with the turn up, I just like Biggie shit
Fuck is you saying?
Only been a sensation for only two generations
I’m like the minute the weigh in fight ready
Friends are forever changing
And all them niggas I came up in the game with
Done fainted in the entertainment I swear
[Interlude]
They say the older you get in life the faster it happens. Me, I feel like I could still fuck with 25 year olds and their mommas if they cute enough. So when I walk up in the day party and said, "what up?" all I hear is "Uncle Joe" in this bitch

[Verse 2]
Same way you know when you up, you better know when you slip
Studies based of years hanging with the boa constricts
I’m from an era where we ain’t deal with all the trolling and shit
When we see you we just go in your shit
It’s repercussions for actions, we demanded more
Don’t understand it, dawg
Question all these niggas with words they never answer for
Staring at you new niggas still from an older state
It’s feeling like Oscar Robertson watching Golden State
Y’all hear Post Malone and think of "White Iverson"
I think of Karl and how he could’ve got the title won
I keep my life off Instagram like my private some
I open albums for the credits, y’all just Tidal ’em
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
When there was problems with the game I got to sculpting that bitch
But they just kept talking about my hoes, I don’t even notice the shit
I got a stash I never go in and shit
Same emotionless kids
Stoic as if I’m just a motionless gift
Normally in the club tucked in the corner, no one to mind me
You niggas go and look for these bitches, they come and find me
Y’all praise it, I be disgusted
Cause I don’t want the points for scoring on easy buckets
(And what else?)
And I don’t count her if she ain’t alter my weekly budget
Or if she Snapchat every portion that we in public
That’s awful, she need to cut it (she need to cut it)
Bria’s in the W with Sandra
The escorts fuck with me, that’s a double entendre
Both got fat asses, one’s a double cup monster
Both used to mad attention, it’s my subtlety they fond of
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in here
It’s Uncle Joe, it’s Uncle Joe in this bitch
Nigga