Remake of Belly’s song “Lullaby” off his album “Mumble Rap.” He smoked it but I had to get something off on this beat. Happy birthday to my brother George & my engineer Chuck Miller. Let the fortune come our way. 🔮

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Top of the morning or good evening
Thru the hood creepin, lookin 4 the reason
For what coulda been treason
Trouble understood what I believe in
You misread it, opinions can keep it
Censorship delete it, the free is speechless
Cat got they tongue, while I rap from the lung
The ballads unsung like a Gatling gun
They scattered the young & gassed em up
Search for the cloth of the last thug, what
The fuck is up wit the universe
Grew in the dirt and sometimes
A few, I shoulda been murked
If only you knew whatchu worth
They said the truth hurts
Never been no truer words
You stay wit the computer work 
No real life experience yet call Mike delirious
Can’t be serious, you got no idea what it is
Chin up, can’t tell that I’m sad
Or felt bad cuz I couldn’t help my dad
Besides tell em don’t be mad
To stay positive, we both hate the doctor shit
Wit no scholarships, only hollowtips
The pain is never moderate, it’s intolerant
Sometimes it’s help you gotta get
Every time I die some more inside
A morbid ride, would you implore mine
Tuck four nines, might resort to crimes
If they short me on time, you snortin the dime
A point two of coke, it’s no point for you 2 gloat
I’m absorbing the hope and record it so dope
Even though I fight for the sheep
They would pray to see me deceased
A cancerous repeat, in the dark
You can’t even see me, tend to hide
What I feel inside, you don’t even realize
Got wounds, they can’t heal mine
The field of mines, I’m runnin thru
Brought a gun or two, duffle & the truth
Ain’t know what I struggle thru
So fuck you.. ...
Schizotypical, but won’t belittle you
Cuz I was faced wit the ridicule
Attempts is abysmal, it’s bullshit you livin thru
I got a shitty attitude
You ain’t gotta gimme gratitude
Gimme the money, what else there
When it’s gettin ugly, this shit is extra troubling
Somebody get it from me, hand you the keys
Few grams in a leaf, write stanzas and chief
Bring a hammer to the beef
And stand on ya street
G-STAR and the fresh kicks
Poppin heavy shit like I got a death wish
Maybe I do & gotta make it blatant to you
Birds, rats, and snakes in the coup
Wicked life I made it thru
Now been graced to lay it in the booth
Fight like a nail penetrate the tooth
Could only taste the soup
They might hate you, fuck these hoes
And chase the truth, blaze the crew
The bars always heavy, try it slow & steady
Ended grown to be deadly
Exposing they treachery, I know it’s destiny
Couldn’t tell me otherwise wit a buncha lies
No way to rupture my mind
You ain’t judging me this time
Yet you wouldn’t care if I ever died
So this is for tears that you’ll never cry
Lullaby.

Lullaby (prod. by Boi-1da)

Remember me (Prod. Dannyproducedit x chris made)(OUT NOW APPLE MUSIC & SPOTIFY)

I Tried Freestyle feat.Nashii prod.(NiNETY8)

Music Video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1AgR4HftQ8

Produced by @shiggymusic
Mixed/Mastered by Shiggy & Jake Mannix

FLO$$

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Produced by 6PM Drew

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