SOHH, how do yall feel about Adam Levine having the No. 1 song on iTunes?
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Never Broke Again
Save stuff for the 2020 Posty's
even 50 and em's horrendous flows couldn't ruin that beautiful hook 
USSInsiders
Banned
if it reaches #1 on HOT100 thats his like 4th #1 in 12 months
Yup...Maroon 5 been killing the charts
GambinoMakeItWork
Royalty
Adam Levine da Gawd 
band members never do too well solo
and i love maroon 5 too much, dont change, adam, please dont
Yeah, OP I went from back filthy to filthy rich
Man the emotions change so I can never trust a bytch
I tried to help nikkas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dikk
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shyt
Cause I'm ain't writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to
I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur
Fresh off the sewer, watch me maneuver, what's it to you?
The track I laced it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback in
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion, it's like an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fukking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghetti-even?
I think you fukking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfukker, it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fukk who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bytches plugged in me
Motherfukking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other end dump them then pluck him, motherfukkers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fukking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shyt
fukk letting up, you’re gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same
Motherfukk everybody that's up in this bytch, but 50!
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shyt would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
shyt, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion, it's like an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fukking confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked
Mad quick, wrap your head up in plastic
p*ssy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face,
and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect itThis a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every fukking thing with it
Sierra Mist
Banned
Gator the gawd.
Yeah, OP I went from back filthy to filthy rich
Man the emotions change so I can never trust a bytch
I tried to help nikkas get on, they turned around and spit
Right in my face, so Game and Buck, both can suck a dikk
Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shyt
Cause I'm ain't writing anymore, they not making hits
I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
If money is evil look at all the evil I done earned
I'm doing what I'm supposed to
I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur
Fresh off the sewer, watch me maneuver, what's it to you?
The track I laced it, it's better than basic
This is my recovery, my comeback in
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion, it's like an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try
While you were sipping your own kool-aid getting your buzz heavy
I was in the fukking sheds sharpening my machete
Sipping on some of that revenge juice, getting my taste buds ready
To whoop down this spaghetti, or should I say this spaghetti-even?
I think you fukking meatballs keep on just forgetting
Thought he was finished, motherfukker, it's only the beginning
He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fukk who he's offending
He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bytches plugged in me
Motherfukking wall with 3000 volts of electricity
Now take the other end dump them then pluck him, motherfukkers in each
One of your eye sockets cause I thought you might finally fukking see
That'll teach you to go voicing your cocksuckin' opinion to me
I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shyt
fukk letting up, youre gonna end up regretting you ever betted against me
Feels like I'mma snap any minute, yeah, it's happening again
I'm thinking about the same
Motherfukk everybody that's up in this bytch, but 50!
Cause this is all I know, this is why so hard I go
I swear to God I put my heart and soul into this more than anybody knows
I'm trapped, so all I do is rap, but every time I rap I'm more trapped
And I rap myself right into this bubble, oh oh, I guess it's bubble wrap
This is like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
Christ, how was I supposed to know shyt would turn up like it did?
Feels like I'm going psycho again
And I might just blow my lid
shyt, I almost wish that I would have never made Recovery, kid
Cause I'm running in circles with
My life, my life
Makes me wanna run away
But there's no place to go, no place to go
All the confusion, it's like an illusion
Like a movie, got nowhere to go
Nowhere to run and hide, no matter how hard I try
I haven't been this fukking confused since I was a kid
Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
Maybe this is for me, maybe
Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
Maybe I'll do it 3 AM in the morning like Shady
Psycho killer, Michael Myers, I'm on fire like a lighter
Tryna say the same classic, get your ass kicked
Mad quick, wrap your head up in plastic
p*ssy, now pick the casket, dirt nap with the maggots
It's tragic, it's sad it's
Never gonna end, now we number one again
With that frown on your face, and your heart full of hate Accept it, respect it
This a gift God gave me like the air in the lungs
And every fukking thing with it
but real shyt, I like this song minus Em
Someone got am Eminem-less version?
If only 50 had the 1st two verses and Adam singing the last verse on some break down freestyle shyt
