1. |
What It Is
02:41
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I was writing a song, sit back in my home
Alert on my phone, he texting what’s wrong
I’m bracking the code a glass and I’m home
Im grabbing the chrome he tagging along
It’s the throwback kid
Give beats the backflip
Man I blow backs with
I leave em backless
Hold still, Like a Kodak pic
A-Zeus?
What if they knew you?
What would they do?
Plugged with a box Like a cable?
God doesn’t give you anything you can’t handle
That’s why everything I done ran through
No time is too long, no distance too far
no one can tear me apart, better ring the alarm
Dad said I'm stubborn, I had faith in the block,
only time I heard pops? when they busting em shots
This dusty mf, I mean crusty mf
Don’t touch me mf, u rusty mf
Ditch digger, get rid her
Dick in her, Get thinner
Ribs finna, Show
whoops, then I’m getting dome
Whoops like y’all didn’t know
Whips like I’m finna blow
Whips like a ten year old
[chorus]
I was writing a song, sit back in my home
Alert on my phone, he texting what’s wrong
I’m bracking the code a glass and I’m home
Im grabbing the chrome he tagging along
When Kobe and Shaq we’re running it back
I was sonning u cats, Now I clap with the gat
When The Rock was cooking
And 8 Mile just shook em
I was styling crookin
I was wyling hookin
It’s like your shoes unlaced the way you tripping son
Running with the nose and I ain’t Pippen son
And I refuse to chase these bitches son
Ditching on em like a hit and run
Sent in Lagos, benjys follow
Custom models, Plenty bottles
Henny convo, Some misqatto
Engage the Throttle
Been through frustrations
I relied on isolation
I don’t do meditation
I used to sedate
Like grooms, they set a date
I breathe, then ventilate
Repeat then innovate
The fools I set em straight
Pay dues then levitate
I mean look at me
I’m fat and sloppy
Real as can be
In fact, I’m godly
Unorthodox, man I ain’t Wahabi
Yet suicidal like a Kamakizi
Walking on em like a horror zombie
I’m bearing light like the Annunaki
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2. |
Trust Issues
02:39
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Sights on the bitch like the Mona Lisa
Wanna smash a singer tryna moan Elissa
Had a thing for her but I don’t need her
Steady in the cold walking with the heater
I be rocking with suspenders boy
What I’m rocking gone suspend her boy
I be riding in Aventadors, Man I bend the doors, then avenge the score
U get pissed on like you play for Michigan man
All I do is wrap da white like the Michelin man
I was rapping
With my titties hanging out
I ain’t capping
I ain’t did it for no clout
He said I'm from Pakistan? but I'll pack a Stan
I kicks it, like a soccer fan, but I'll sock a fan,
Hit em with the thunder like Ibaka man
I done popped the gram, with some pots and pans
Out my body with my nine beside me
I’m stuffing shells like a manicotti
Bussin back in a black Bugatti
We don’t trust nobody, We don’t trust nobody!
Out my body with my nine beside me
I’m stuffing shells like a manicotti
Bussin back in a black Bugatti
We don’t trust nobody, We don’t trust nobody!
[Verse 2]
Scoliosis in my back got me walking like I’m packing on a Mac
Yet I’m banging like Derozan with the pack
Lil Uzi, yeah you know that that’s a Rack
Got me bombing with the pack Nah I’m bombing like Iraq
I’ve incited, so many protests and riots
Got the chrome then decided
To control where I resided
Rolling with a trident
Drip all water call that shit Poseidon
Foes thicker,
the most who froze and cold who impose the gold diggers and those with more figures
See how I ball out? That shit took Half of a sec to me
Im killing electively, I’m coming to wreck em B
Get the product bitch, I'll demolish it
I'm wit the polish shit, no apologies
stick to lottery’s, yo bitch beside of me
slick commodity, sick commodore
Out my body with my nine beside me
I’m stuffing shells like a manicotti
Bussin back in a black Bugatti
We don’t trust nobody, We don’t trust nobody!
Out my body with my nine beside me
I’m stuffing shells like a manicotti
Bussin back in a black Bugatti
We don’t trust nobody, We don’t trust nobody!
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3. |
The Set-Up (Skit)
00:44
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4. |
Goddamn (feat. Kali-B)
03:01
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Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
now they see me taking shots
Man I’m so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah,
This feels amazing,
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that’s an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn
[Verse 1]
Goddamn, Bitches don’t eat
Banging don’t sleep, This BDE
Banging dimes everyday
Beats die everyday
Brick and dope everything
Broke don’t entertain
Like im scooba fucking diving
Got the ruger and I’m rocking
Man you knew this dude got knockers
Got me grooving like chubaka
Like im Scooby fucking Doo
whoopty fuckin woo
This just dishonorable
Might go Nirvana boo
Gripping hooters and the knockers
Going stupid with the choppers
Get the noodles and the pasta
Got me booming like Baracka
Got glocks and nines, Might pop ya spine
What the chalk defined yo pop behind
When I jot, my mind, Goes beneath the lines
It creeps inside, Then release the vibes
This beat is mine, Come peep the line
Ya bitch is fine, Might creep behind
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
now they see me taking shots
Man I’m so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah,
This feels amazing,
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that’s an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn
[Verse 2]
Goddamn, I’m the man
Got the can, now I’m aiming for the plan
Got the heat. Now I’m about to creep
Up in the Jeep, discreet, ain’t seen in weeks
What am I saying,
Y’all think I’m playing?
Got em all day
Did the wrong thangs
Gotta em all praying, what It do da day
Watch what you say, days spent in LA
Cause i rhyme when I’m itched
And I’m climbing this shit
Tryna grind til I’m rich
And I’m grinding this bitch
Grip mines on the hip
Then power this shit
Tryna cope with the drip
Sniffing coke in this shit
It’s potent as shit
Ain’t Impotence I’m blissed
Feel important as shit
They absorbing this shit
Tryna fork in this shit
Then pork in this shit
The assortment is sick
Tryna orbit em quick
Came a long way I done made it through a lot
They tried to box me in but I broke outta the box
They used to laugh at me
now they see me taking shots
Man I’m so tired but the hustle never stops
Yeah,
This feels amazing,
We run the streets man we used to walk on pavements
We came to eat man and that’s an understatement
Back with the heat man, straight outta the basement
Goddamn
[Verse 3]
I’m a master, no Bs man
Could spit it faster, no VS man
But I’d rather, slowly step, man
Like I’m mathers, holy pen, man
But you, lowly kin, provoke me and,
As I slowly, sin, with my homies and
I get it popping,
Dirty work, Dennis Rodman
It ain’t a problem,
Got the can it can solve em
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5. |
Manic (Interlude)
01:33
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I’m sorry I haven’t been responding
I’ve been so busy lately
It’s all good
I understand how it be
I don’t know what to say
I’m saying maybe you feel the same?
Oh come on
Nah I’m serious
Like I really can’t get you out my mind
Maybe...
Maybe, you’re just bored?
This bitch?!
Man hol up, so I can roll up
Aromas, be my controlla
I’m manic, I start to panic
Erratic, like where’s my Xanax There’s static up in my attic
We at it Like fucking addicts
My sanity starts to vanish
Like magic up In the attic
My ration, Ain’t for compassion
I’m tatted, I’m fucking splattered
Get slanted with my Hispanics
I blam it, a fuckin savage
Like Anakin fucking Skywalker Mannequins In the high water
I’m Jesus, A fucking demon
The season of fuckin heathens
Like Venus, up in arenas
Can’t rack it, you fucking faggot
I’m beaming, they got me scheming Like Phineas, and fucking Ferb
I’m grieving, for what they learned
I’m posed, I left em shocked
Get Chrome’d right on the spot
Get domed get fucking chalked
I’m gold I’m fucking hot
I’m gone like fucking Spock
Dethrone these fucking locks
I hope for fuckin shine
With dope up in my mind
Can’t cope without the grind
No hope without the lines
No hope without the grind
Can’t cope without my lines
I hoped for fucking signs
I’m doped up in my mind
I hope for fucking shine
I’m dope up in my mind
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6. |
Killing the Vibe
02:56
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I can do it no stylist
Got me looking for a goddess
That could do it, low mileage
I’m just being so honest
Dirty work like Rodman
Bars swinging like I’m Tarzan
Type of shit that we involved in
Gotta hit with em with the cartridge
I am a saint, i am a gawd
Better trace the applaud
Winning the race, the end of the song
Rolling to my place, with ya broad
What is they gone do?
What if they were you?
What would Zeus do?
With the new school?
Did I lose you?
Couple screws loose, When I loose you
Like I‘m Mushu With the BUFU
Then we gone meddle
We won’t settle
I am so special
Rock on with the devil
I ain’t feeling the vibes
Killing the feeling inside
Man I’m willing to ride
But she ain’t feeling the vibe
I ain’t feeling the vibe
Killing the feeling inside
Man I’m willing to ride
But she ain’t feeling the vibe
I’m an aqua, drip aqua
walk flocka, flames
straight cock then aim
man I copped the range
what I i jots insane
Man I lost my brain
(Goddamn)
Got a glance then a glass then a dance with ya hoe
Rollin fast, rollin gas, then I pass to ya hoe
Set a trance took a chance, now we slanting alone
Spit it fast, wicked sass
Im advancing the flow
My love profound
Won’t shit us down
Won’t touch my crown
When I buss it down
Gotta peep it I know
Come creep at the shows
She geeking I know
She teething, it’s gold
When I seen in her in the club
The look In her face was odd
But i had to check it out cause
I see through the facade
When I be sipping on the white
Man I got em showing lights
with my ice, then entice
what a sight, for the night
I can do it all night keep doing alright
I ain’t feeling the vibes
Killing the feeling inside
Man I’m willing to ride
But she ain’t feeling the vibe
I ain’t feeling the vibe
Killing the feeling inside
Man I’m willing to ride
But she ain’t feeling the vibe
Stay all night, we done stepped it
Hang on Tight, we won’t let it
Things alright, Just keep on stepping
Rolling right, she keep checking
Just keep on stepping
got me pepping my blessings
We gone set it
She with me in a second
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7. |
Friendzone
03:12
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Got you stuck in the friendzone
You ain’t seeing the end zone
All the shit that u spend on
Almost copped her a benzo
Boy, trust me she fakin
She ain’t seeking relations
Got you constantly stressing
Never answers your questions
Wake up, wake up
Bake up, cake up
Make up, she touches
Late up she snucks
Done made mistakes
You played em straight
The shake and bake
I Wake and bake
With amazing grace
in a patient trace, where is they gone say
when I’m almost faced
Rather integrate
On the interstate
Boy I played my lane
You’ve been getting fed up
How you posed to let up?
If you peep the Set-Up
Gotta keep ya head up
All this meant was, it's essential
my potential for sparking you're mental
When the stars is near, a pot of tears and beers is all I'm left wit
The bars is clear, a jar of clear
Is interceptive
Days spent with the meanest flow
I mean this hoe, the fiends'll show
My genes'll show, that I leave em so
Don’t trust These guys
On the cusp, greed rise
Then adjust these lies
From the dusk, these eyes
And I just keep riding
Like i trust Each side
Like i trust each side
Like I trust these lies
Don’t talk anymore,
No spark anymore,
I won’t let this bitch
Break hearts anymore
Don’t talk anymore
No spark anymore
Got you stuck in the friendzone
You ain’t seeing the end zone
All the shit that u spend on
Almost copped her a benzo
Boy, trust me she fakin
She ain’t seeking relations
Got you constantly stressing
Never answers your questions
That girls a fraud, all a facade
Chasing credit cards Boy she’ll break ya heart
She’ll give ya pain, she’ll steal ya soul
She’ll leave you there all alone
Give you pain and you can’t fake it
Now you rolling in frustration
Caught her doing her flirtations
Caught her on several occasions
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8. |
Minutes Gone
03:58
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I lost time
Steady itching
Pacing through the blizzards
And I’ve been slipping, I know!
I’ve been missing the shows
I ain’t been feeling the same
I’m feeling insane
With a glitch in my brain
With a glitch in my brain
With a glitch in my brain?
With a glitch in my brain!
Stood waiting for a text
Got me asking her what next
Got me talking to myself
Shit ruining my health
Steady waiting for replies
Seen the pain beneath her eyes
She was the reason
I woke up every morning
Now she just
A chapter in this story
Never told me what’s on her mind
And I carried it on
Been waiting so long
To get out this song
It’s like my minutes were gone
Minutes were gone...
She ain’t picking the phone
It’s like my minutes were gone
It’s like my minutes were gone
It’s like my minutes were gone
I’m tryna get out this song
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been waiting so long
I started with this girl
She twirled with curls and pearls
She stole my heart and broke it
And everytime I spoke it
It left me speechless and I mean this
My Gemini and I
We intertwined and aspired
With dreams of fine wine and dine
Every thought
going down my spine
Shivering!
like a Buddhist shrine
Aint stood the test of time
Guess it wasn’t justified
Knew you, Voodoo
Screws loose, who knew?
Broke my heart and smashed it,
All the other girls were plastic
Left my dreams all shattered
And nothing else mattered
Until we met up
And baby girl I'm fed up
And baby girl I’m fed up
Been waiting so long
To get out this song
It’s like my minutes were gone
Minutes were gone...
She ain’t picking the phone
It’s like my minutes were gone
It’s like my minutes were gone
It’s like my minutes were gone
I’m tryna get out this song
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been waiting so long
Failed at, Laid low
Angels, halo’s
Demons they know
She claiming she psychic
Couldn’t foresee this happening
I know that my hearts what got me there
I fell in love I was not prepared
Confessed my love and I lost my friend
I lost it all, let’s not pretend
I’ve been doing this for over ten years
You tryna fight me? fight these tears
I’m done with the the secrets
Fuck pleading with demons
Lies spoken, Heartbroken
She not responding
My guilty conscience
I was so patient
I done kept waiting
My mind stay pacing
Don’t mind Heart breaking
I met a stranger
Sent me an angel
It’s not the same tho
It’s not the same yo
It’s not the same
Been waiting so long
To get out this song
It’s like my minutes were gone
Minutes were gone...
She ain’t picking the phone
It’s like my minutes were gone
It’s like my minutes were gone
It’s like my minutes were gone
I’m tryna get out this song
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been waiting so long
I’ve been waiting so long
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9. |
Backwoods (Skit)
01:36
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10. |
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Sipping juice with my lady
Get the scoop in Mercedes
Sit and cruise with her daily
I sip the truth they sip the Bailey
I hit the joint
Don’t disappoint
You get the point?
Now this anointed the best
Gots to focus to rest
And my folks is the best
And I toke when I’m depressed
Cannot choke when I’m surpressed
And the toke hits my chest
No joke this ain’t the stress
Tryna cope it with the lesson
My mind been on the stressing
My mind ain’t get to resting
Sit and focus in the session
No truth they lack convection
No truth they lack convection
I’m driving slow
I’m high on dro
Disguised my role
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
I’m driving slow
I’m high on dro
Disguised my role
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
I be buggin cause my mind be trippin
Ain’t nothin matters when ya vibe be switching
I’ve been working to disguise the image
Even though I got divine equipping
Asking me to spill my guts to this beat
Like i dont confess every time I spit this heat
My spirit tainted with darkness
Couldn’t tell us apart kid
I done pleaded with demons
I’m done grieving and scheming
I want my brothers to strive more than I did
Wanted them to have a better life than I did
Never really fit in with life I tried it
And I appreciate all of y’all for trying
Cause my grind steady
So ahead of my time I done died already
I left earth, rapping from a hearse
So ahead of my time, I done lapped and came back
So ahead of my time, I cannot be tamed scrap
They kept asking for the truths, but they couldn’t handle it
Kept telling em I told u so, like I was a fan of it
Be careful what you wish for, is what I preached
So when their wishes come true, I just couldn’t be
[Hook]
I’m driving slow
I’m high on dro
Disguised my role
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
I’m driving slow
I’m high on dro
Disguised my role
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
Tryna find my soul
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11. |
This Game
03:12
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I’m in my lane
Ain’t copped a chain
I went insane
Shit ain’t the same
Up in this game
Up in this game
Shit ain’t the same
I’m unpredictable
Momma didn’t know
I’m not the typical
Rhymes so mythical
I’m off the mystical
reaching my pinnacle
My rhymes immiscible
I mean invincible
I’m Not rhetorical
My shit historical
I mean desirable
I’m like the oracle
Up in the matrix
sustain in patience
While I’m dazed and aching
Elevate the races
don’t mistake the traces
Don’t evade the faces
While I’m chasing patient
got to gauge the nation
The nation itching in fact
I mean they pitching to black
But I been kicking in fact
While I’m beginning to rap
I’m focused on popping
Stay focused, No option
You know this I’m rocking
I’m boasting and bragging
Fuck coax’s and the has been’s
I’m doncic, the Mavericks
(Swish)
Handle broads? Yes
Bmx’in you can’t handle bars yet
We in the matrix like the Mandelbrot set (bitch I’m the one)
Perpetrator? Nah the Percolator
My hoes with the roofies she might perk u later
In a low low caddie
With a well known baddie
My flow, so cold
you’ve got to know
I’m clipping, I’m riding
I’m drippin, Poseidon
The pitching, Divided
I’m trippin, the sirens
This ain’t no Tay-K
Better call for Mayday
They call me AK
Don’t fuck with the Dre day
I keep the K close
In a Durango
Black out like django
That’s how the thang go
Beat interval
Complete ridicule
Oblique sinicile
Repeat, Delete
Compete? Complete!
I reach
The heat, Defeats
In cleats, I sneak
My profound sound
deserves surround sound
Man I down rounds
Flip those frowns down
While U crown clowns
I hit a lick wit metal like molten lava
I ain’t quick to settle with ya produc
They don’t wanna see tha gawd get ignant
Blindness by the presence, Left em lost in pigments
Banging up this track left the beat in stitches
Banging with the pack left the streets in ditches
See how that work out?
3 chicks, and 3 dicks, what a perfect mix
Look at god doing his splits
Like work out, The birds south
The First shout, I blurt out
And I be switching flows
And I be buggin with you fucking buggin bitches and hoes
And plenty plans I ran
Can he Can the can?
And I style it Like a Dapper Dan
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12. |
Because of the Night II
03:46
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I rap like Pharoe Monch and I walk like pharoes marching
I pair it like Noah’s arc and I’m striking like Darryl Dawkins
This feeling i get it often
They fearing they sounding soft
And it’s eerie they can’t get off
And i’m weary of what they jot
Treat ya bitch like my joint, I leave ya boo seduced
On the beat don’t disappoint, I amuse the muse
You get the point? Man this dude so rude
I’m disjointed like a rubix cube
I was shameless, thinking fame is
what the game is
The same as, My name is
By Marshall
It was partial for my sparkle
Get a part two when I spot you
Be like statues when I catch you
Or shaking like a tattoo
I wasn’t eating so I flipped
When I was fiending I hit a lick
Tryna explain, how my ex plain
While my ex playing X- plane
It got me stressed mane
And just to sustain
It got me stressed mane
Catch me chilling with the homies
Sitting sipping on the 40
Man she phony acting coldly
Would she home me?
If was I rolling in the Rollie
All they rap about is mo lean
Aint fucking with the codeine
Don’t wake me up until the sun comes down
Don’t wake me up until the beat drops down
I ain’t tryna be seen in the light
I’m the one that’s tryna make it alright
That’s why you think of me in the night
That’s why you be dreaming all night
Hold on as we creep through the night
Hold on as we creep through the night
I be walking down NY streets
With a Dutchie rolled up and a beat
And I be hoodied steady tucking the heat
Got to boogie screaming fuck the police
Got to boogie screaming fuck the police
Damn this game been cruel to me
I’ve been doing what’s good for me
And I’ve got it down, if you could you’d see
Damn this game been cruel to me
Damn this games been cruel,
ain’t been the same my dude
How could I blame the fools,
When they changed the rules
Y’all made mistakes, I made em too
Y’all can’t expect what I’m going through
Participate, what y’all would do
Alienate, what I would do
I used to want the crown
y’all can have that shit
Cause respect to me is more than that glamorous shit
I’m still rocking while I grind my shit
Fuck popping I stood by my shit
Like Aladdin, da damn cannon
I blam it, i can, can It
Van Damme It, Udonis haslem
I ain’t a lil rapper I’m an ill rapper
A steel clapper, don’t feel chatter
I still rather
Grip ladders
Then mix batter
Don’t trip, the fucking ladders
Man this shit matters
Like some crypt data
I’m sick rather
I’m sick rather
And I ran from the gutter
Getting grams of the butter
Man I’m smooth like some rubber
Dropping jewels when I mutter
Dropping jewels when I’m uttered
Dropping jewels when I mutter
They ain’t feeling me
It's in my genes that's my true religion MC's, they drew suspicion
in that coupe edition
the roof is missing
I'm (AZ)
shouts to the
original one, Atillah the Hun
we can take it, to the biblical son
ain't no fakin, I'm really the one
Neo, Leo, sinkin ships, really for fun
It’s in my geo
Bringing chips, cause I come from the sun
Os Dios mio, I wrote them scripts
ain't talking bout the Son
Apocalypse
Son blockin like a lunar eclipse
Whose ruder as this
I move wit the fifth
Whose gruesome as this
I'm hazardous like
Pollutants and shit
That shit is cancerous
Like Hepatoblastoma
I ran through em sober
Like a clean fiend
Every scene mean
Like a pristine team
I'm colder
Than a bitch with Glaucoma
Smell the aroma
Of Gods gift
I am heaven sent
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13. |
DQ's Interlude
01:21
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Don’t get disqualified, cause this qualified
Ain’t no diss qualified, When I just slaughter guys
Man the sword sharpen sword
Skill sharpen skill
The pen, it sharpen pen
the quill, it sharpen quill
I still, sharpen steel
I still, cock the steel
I steal sisteen chapels
He squeal sixteen chapters
I still delete factors
On the surface I’m nervous, I’m hurting I’m lurking
I purchase the Berkins, Then service the churches
Converge in my verses, I deserve a reversion
I ain’t gettin these awards, I gettin these plaques
I do this when I’m bored, man I’m chasing these stacks
Homie lost in mental wards, man I’ll never get him back
yet I’m all up in the session
Tryna finish these raps
I’m choking up the session
I’m tokin to get to rest in
Lost focus through all the resin
This oath is what I’m presenting
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14. |
F.F.F.
02:40
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Just a fly fat fuck
tryna find a fast fuck
I’m just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that’s us
I’m Just a fly fat fuck
tryna find a fast fuck
I’m just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that’s us
They call me one take jake
Get taped in crown lake
My mind state so great
Debates were just made
A late rate for the hate
Dislocate in disarray
My pace left space
Distaste up in ya place
Stay with them rubber bands like I’m T.I. man
I fucks with Joe like I’m G.I. Man
I’m not Nelly this ain’t E.I.
Somebody’s gotta die I’m on my B.I. Man!
I’m a city boy
I’m the king In my city boy
I’m running things It’s my city boy
No fruit punch, my rum nitty boy
My Rum nitty boy, My Rum Nitty, boy
I’m just a fly fat fuck
tryna find a fast fuck
I’m just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that’s us
I’m just a fly fat fuck
tryna find a fast fuck
I’m just a fly fat fuck
Tryna find a fast nut
And I got it and I passed at last I stacked up
And they catching what the ratchet clapping that’s us
Came a long way, from raps in my notebook
Came a long way, from trapping with the weight cooks
For so damn long I’ve been chasing
So much stress it got me pacing
Keep ya love keep ya love keep ya love
Speed it up speed it up speed it up
(Speed it!)
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Speed it up, speed it
Who needs drama?
Ain’t enough that I got it from my momma
So lame they kinda
Am I lame ya honor?
So lame ya honor! in my lane ya honor!
So lame ya honor? in my lane ya honor..
Take a toke cause ya soul need some cleansing
(get right)
A new approach while ya soul reprimanding
(On sight)
Gettin coached while ya soul just ascending
Different Strokes, ya show just suspense’s
Heads scratching, Like they winning the lotto
Laughing at em while I’m smoking gelato
Running shit steady dodging the potholes
I’m with the magic Like I’m Arron Afflalo
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15. |
All Alone
03:00
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If you in the stu? then you witnessing greatness
I come thru? pitching amazing
Rolling two, then I’m clipping em baseless
Like Kung fu, the bars swinging amazing
Y’all ain’t deserving of my presence
Sense of urging when I’m present Stress emerging when I’m stepping
Getting nervous when I’m stepping
Confess ya burdens when I’m edging
Slept with serpents I won’t let it
Kept determined then I set it
Sketched disturbance with my letters
Out of love and out of fucks to give
Mind on drugs it’s too much ya bitch
Keep it up and ima Clutch the lisp That shit stutter for a month ya bitch
This shit so effortless,
I set the precedent
Should run for president,
like I’m trumping, I’m bumping
a cup of rum and I’m sunken
my back it got me hunching
know the dame? no I don’t
I’ve been blazed gettin toast
I’ve seen raids went in ghost
I want a Wraith not a Ghost
The ceiling shining, like my rhyming
If I’m lying then I’m flying
And I’m ten toes down
Go amend those frowns
We don’t check yo clowns
Cause my set profound
I’m baking like lobster
Deserving an Oscar
Don’t mess with the monsters
Guns like Chewbacca
Yours like Chupacabra
All y’all cucaracha
Insects and pests
Who couldn’t mesh with nests
Getting raided they brainless
while Im banging the stainless Motherfuck all the a-lists
Joe check out my playlist
I’m sick of y’all saying my screws loose
I’m just a number in a box like Sudoko
That does magic with the writing like some voodoo
And I’m golden off the head like I’m Goku
What I’m pitching got em levitating
No cap my raps did that
I black with cats
While I’m spitting revelations
I be sipping on the Gnac, I be sipping on Patron
Asking where she at? so I’m creeping on ya hoe
Steady slinging packs, man we get it for the low
Steady slaying tracks, man I do this all alone
I be sipping Gnac, I be sipping on Patron
Asking where she at? so I’m creeping on ya hoe
Steady slinging packs, man we get it for the low
Steady slaying tracks, man I do this all alone
Man I do this all alone
Man I do this all alone
I be sipping on the Gnac, I be sipping on patron
Asking where she at? So I’m creeping on ya hoe
Steady slinging packs, man we get It for the low
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16. |
What It Do
03:02
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A great guy, Need eight wives
Used to They say, Now They play
I spent days getting glazed
Chips like lays getting laid
Fuck all em guys and Murdochi especially
They mortified, They checking me
Immortalized, ain’t stressing me
The cat to do it
Im passing thru it
The pastor Knew it
Im Past influence
Like Anubis in a crucifix
Im boosting it, no lucrative
Im loooping it, No lubricant
I know
And I troop it with the flow
Straight recouping off the blow
Sipping Henny
it’s cleaning up the scars
Getting plenty
don’t mind the barrage
Y’all not in my lane bruh
Steady counting the paper
I Stay counting for days bruh
Why step to this, I’m reckless
So restless, the predicate
U suffer from my negligence
Accepted it ya excellence
I’m cocky, like rocky
Ain’t smooth enough to stop me
I be riding,Kawasaki
I be lighting, Illuminati,
Got my bae a grooving body
And it ride like New Ducati’s
Opin it, I’m hip hopin it
Rocking it like metropolis
I’m in this I’ve been bombing this
I’m in this I mean ominous
Sip coronas on the corner
Got a heart of a loner & mind of a stoner
I can give u Whatchu wanna
I got the knowledge, no diploma
Got you feeling in a coma
With the wiff of my aroma
Booty clappin, that's a round of applause
Truly snappin, it astounds and a oh
Got the bagel and bread
And I lake em instead
Assalamu alykum
With the peace’in instead, ah
What I’m preaching could awaken the dead
nah
They done pissed off Zeus again
Nah
And I don’t do it with no booster pen Nah
I loop it up, embezzle it
Im icied up, the bezel lit
Too groupie’d up to meddle with
You roofied up i settled it
You roofied up I settled it
Could it be? What it seemed?
Was she lying? Am I surprised?
Maybe not, but do I deserve what i got?
Prolly not, in the spot, all the sparks in my heart
They weren’t real?
What did I feel?
I concealed then revealed
Y’all know me well
don’t kiss and tell
This shit entails
A different scale
I’m electric like i’m Zeus in fact
And Im glowing like a litmus test
Epilepsy, popping Xanax in my Pepsi
Richard with me
man I leave ‘em in a frenzy
Barreta flow, A rebel tho
Eligible, To Settle foes
A spectacle, Incredible
Andredi, Confetti ready
I barely, get to writing in fact
So deadly, I am likely to black
Upset me and u catching the slap
I bet him he’ll never smoke me
A level u can’t approach me
The lever it severed for me
Too clever to come up shortly
Mandatory, bastard flow
I rap my story, factual
It’s Statutory , actual
My category, impassable
B cooking this crack
I just murdered this track
B cooking this crack
I just murdered this track
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A-Zeus Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
I post freestyles, rough takes and demos.
Jesus Twice.
Straight BDE.
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