Pull Up/Why I Be (prod Dude Clayy)

Touch The Sky (prod Ethan Uno & Joe Aste)

What Goes Up

Life Get Hard Feat. BanManMook

Switching Sides (feat. FuckXaotic!)

[Chorus]
Tell me you a victim, without tellin’ me you weak,
Cryin’ like a storybook, same verse on repeat.
Pointin’ every finger, but you never take the heat,
I been buildin’ empires while you beggin’ for a seat.

Tell me you a victim, I don’t need the proof,
Your scars are just excuses while I weaponize the truth.
You playin’ like a martyr, but I see right through,
Keep singin’ ‘bout the pain, but the blame’s on you.

---

[Verse 1]
I hear the sob tales, drippin’ like a faucet,
Every loss you claim, but you the one that caused it.
Always paintin’ villains, never own the plot,
Talkin’ ‘bout betrayal when you twistin’ every knot.

A wolf in sheep’s clothes cryin’ wolf again,
Every bridge you burnin’, you just call it “friends.”
Victimhood’s a throne, you addicted to the crown,
But karma’s keepin’ tabs and she huntin’ you down.

---

[Chorus]
Tell me you a victim, without tellin’ me you weak,
Cryin’ like a storybook, same verse on repeat.
Pointin’ every finger, but you never take the heat,
I been buildin’ empires while you beggin’ for a seat.

Tell me you a victim, I don’t need the proof,
Your scars are just excuses while I weaponize the truth.
You playin’ like a martyr, but I see right through,
Keep singin’ ‘bout the pain, but the blame’s on you.


---

[Verse 2]
You call it “trauma,” I call it a shield,
Hidin’ from the warzone while I’m dyin’ on the field.
You scream injustice, but you profit off the tale,
Drama’s your currency, and sympathy’s for sale.

You love the pity, yeah, you thrive on the tears,
But power don’t respect what’s been cryin’ for years.
While you whinin’ ‘bout the struggle, I was sharpenin’ blades,
Now the tables turnin’ — watch me cash what I made.


---

[Bridge]
You ain’t broken, you addicted,
Pain’s a brand that you scripted.
Victim card’s the hand you play,
But I’m the dealer, end of game.


---

[Chorus]
Tell me you a victim, without tellin’ me you weak,
Cryin’ like a storybook, same verse on repeat.
Pointin’ every finger, but you never take the heat,
I been buildin’ empires while you beggin’ for a seat.

Tell me you a victim, I don’t need the proof,
Your scars are just excuses while I weaponize the truth.
You playin’ like a martyr, but I see right through,
Keep singin’ ‘bout the pain, but the blame’s on you.

Tell me you a Victim, Without tellin’ me you Weak

Produced by: cashmoneyap & beneficial productions 

Off the EP "Third Day"

(Intro)
Yuck gang in this bitch now

(Hook)
Nigga i'll be out the third day (hey)
Pistol my hip you better hurt me
I'll be out the third day (hey)
Call my mom collect tell me don't worry
I'll be out the third day (hey)
Pistol my hip you better hurt me
I'll be out the third day (hey)
Call my mom collect tell me don't worry

(Verse 1)
I don't have no time for this
What time it is
I ain't like you I won't lie for this
Matter fact dog i'll die for this
I ride for this
You don't want no altercation
That'll be a violation
Leave your mama devastated
Get me back incarcerated
I just did my time and you know keep playing, you'll know
I'll pull up with that 45 hop out and let go
I see your mama crying cause her son on the floor
He took money out my baby mouth and money he didn't own
Kept my head up to the sky when I entered that door
Mama said boy read your bible i'll look into that more
Never thought that i'd be changing back up into these clothes
Keep my head up on my shoulders and some life in my soul
I don't know how they be runnin round like they didn't know
That this nigga snitched on me the reason i'm behind these poles
But my nigga i'm alright cause I won't never fold
And i'll be looking for you when I get back home

(Hook)
Nigga i'll be out the third day (hey)
Pistol my hip you better hurt me
I'll be out the third day (hey)
Call my mom collect tell me don't worry
I'll be out the third day (hey)
Pistol my hip you better hurt me
I'll be out the third day (hey)
Call my mom collect tell me don't worry

(Outro)
I'll be out the third day
Straight banging on yo hood
Niggas pushing look they need to be bangin on some wood (hold up)
Boy im slanging in yo hood
I don't like staying for long
Cause shit be changing round in yo hood nigga
VVS i let them hang
Pistol poppa hold it by the clip and let it swang
Bitch i do this for the gang
And never trust a nigga speaking down on my name
(dont be)
Talking bout the money like you knew it
Which one do you like ill let you choose it
Had it since the third day out
Bitch this just the third day out
Yeah i'm sippin on that syrup
And its stirred so well
If i get caught by the spookers then i'm going down town
I don't play around with that money cause its all ours now
And i know these niggas told
Cause that's the word around town nigga
The word around town nigga, word around town nigga

I'll be out the third day

TRUST

SASH

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