Part I: "Johnny P's Caddy" by Benny the Butcher & J. Cole

[Verse]
Yo, yo, uh
The rhythm I had to catch, the string that I had to stretch
I've been beat, but it's all instrumental to my success
I'm in deep, I took too many lefts and lost my direction
How I end up on this search to be accepted
The lesson say the world in my position, I can reach it 'cause it's near
Yeah, I'm hungry but I feed into the fears, you know
'Least I've been aware, you know
In my mind, I'm screaming out for air 'cause I swear it's way more deep than it appears
Here's my secret, come hold me so you could feel me, it's heavy
Like break my ego in pieces and come rebuild me, I'm ready
My life already get shaky so made my focus be steady
I look myself in the mirror like "I could grow if you let me."
Like I could--hold on
Shit, if I uncover my power, I'll be dangerous, uh-huh
Teach my n***a how to heal and be more patient, uh-huh
I'm responsible to come to all the savings
But I'm left with all these guilts because I made it, but, you gotta know
Missed a couple bag I was countin' on but ridin' on
Get rid of my hoes when it's album mode, I'm alone
I don't hang with n***as that I kinda know, gotta go
I don't hide my kids, shit, I be proud to show but I've been so
Caught up in the jam, I even offer you my hand to help this fight to make somebody understand
Come bring water to the dam
Sent from heaven in this war soon as I land
Make me think that being born was just a scam
Never planned to catch me slippin' in my city
Just', you know this shit get tricky
Got the spirits of my dead homies with me, with me, woah, woah
Never wife that bitch if she too mixy, knowing if I break the cycle, it'll fix me
But that--
That's all I know

Part II:

[Verse]
Uh
Let's get active, all that other shit get throw out
We know my rachet side gon' always bring the hoes out
You know it's smart to tell your label they should hold out
We know a Boogie verse could kill a n***a rollout but hold on lemme roll up
Uh, keep being weird, you gon' be somethin' that I toke
I think my peers might be runnin' from the smoke
The hood starvin', n***as hungry for the GOAT
All that humble shit gon' have you n***a broke
If I ain't right there, under God, then get a better list
Please don't say I do it all because I never miss
Why they braggin' 'bout some pussies that they never hit
That shit goofy, got a coast I gotta represent
I heard that she'll be pressin' shit, but not I
Let's lock eyes, gotta see if you got opps vibe, that's not wise
We keep movin' at them stop signs
Man outside I put Lucas on my hot fries
Top 5? Top 5, okay
Bust mode, bust mode
It's all about respect, uh
Fuck hope, I'm cutthroat
Now, I'm on your neck
Shit, you sure that you want problems with the set
A bunch of n***as who got trauma that's suppressed
I slid up on my ex
I told her don't be talkin' to me crazy, but I miss you
Come and argue with me baby, I think I feel a
I think I feel a backslide comin'
Part III: "Drive Slow" by Kanye West

[Verse]
Hmm, oh, oh
Man, shit, uh
I drive slow
I swear to god it's a fate if we run to 5-0
It's a drive slow
Shit, when I'm out with the squad, who knows where it might go
Walkin' on this tightrope, even with my eyes closed
Why the fuck's my high's low
Trynna say I'm overthinkin', I'm like "Yeah, you right hoe."
Trynna tell me I'm too deep and I'm like "Yeah, you right hoe."
Uh, hatreds in my right hand, spent it on my left wrist
Why you go and fuck him?
Thought you was my best bitch
N***a give my girl back, you must got a death wish
Rappers on my checklist, think I'm finna set trip
I rather drive...
I drive slow
I swear to god it's a fate if we run to 5--
We drive slow