The monster - Eminem ft Rihanna

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek

Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey

Wanted to receive attention for my music

Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me

For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways

Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated

When I blew; see, but it was confusing

'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)

Hit the lottery, oh wee

But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet

It was like winning a used me

Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink

I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep

Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith

But I'm actually weirder than you think

'Cause I'm

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me

To seize the moment and don't squander it

'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow

So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from

(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?

It's no wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders)

Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo

I think you've been wandering off down yonder

And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen

'Cause I need an interventionist

To intervene between me and this monster

And save me from myself and all this conflict

'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it

My OCD is conking me in the head

Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking

I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying

Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

Call me crazy, but I had this vision

One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian

But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at

MCs, blood get spilled and I

Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track

Give every kid who got played that

Pumped up feeling and shit to say back

To the kids who played 'em

I ain't here to save the fucking children

But if one kid out of a hundred million

Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that's great

It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back

In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that

Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack

Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts

I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that

It's nothing, I'm still friends with the

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

Money trees - Kendrick Lamar ft Jay Rock

Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish

Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish

Home invasion was persuasive

From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish

Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish

The only thing we had to free our mind

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

You looking like an easy come up, ya bish

A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish

And that's a lifestyle that we never knew

Go at a reverend for the revenue

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doin'

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel, now, now

A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel, now

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel, now

A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel, now

A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel, now

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Bump that new E-40 at the school

You know big ballin with my homies

Earl Stevens had us thinking rational

Back to reality we poor, ya bish

Another casualty at war, ya bish

Two bullets in my uncle tony head

He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish

That Louie's Burger never be the same

A louis belt will never ease that pain

But I'm a purchase when that day is jerkin'

Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'

Gang signs out the window, ya bish

Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish

They say your hood is a pot of gold

And we gone crash it when nobodies home

Be the last one out to get this dough?, No Way

Love one of you bucket headed hoes?, No Way

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No Way

Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way

Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping

Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving

My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustling

What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government

Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch

Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash

If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood

Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it's all good

Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is

In the streets with a heater under my dungarees

Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree