re-mix tape.
produced by BNYX, Wheezy, Geenaro, & 64LUXURY
features MIC-ON-MIC

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produced by yxngkenay
lyrics, vocals and mix by luxury

delay!

surreal.

produced by idlyblare
vocals by 64LUXURY
mixed by 64LUXURY

ques·tion
/ˈkwesCH(ə)n/
noun
a sentence worded or expressed so as to elicit information.

(piano ballad)

You push and then pull me away,
But I will always be free,
Free, Free,
I will always be free,
Free, Free
For,
you.

You push and then pull me away,
But I will always be free for you,
You.
Always be free for-

(instrumental)

produced by david tamas
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

your shit is so ass,
i swipe right on luck,
depending which trash,
can ones that above,
i came here to pack,
not smoke out my lungs,
i tend to be brash,
these fxggots say "yuck"
hm, hm,
they feel me on that,
see hatred from doves,
because i'm not backed,
the portrait was gloves,
so i just-
box with fists,
the options piss,
told me the pot was bliss, 
and hop on this butt,
fxggots diss but do the same stuff,
as i ride the wave, and ebb remains tough,
your pocket change, now Pac in shade, huh
max my weight, your laughing fade, love,
know X did change, but never needed plugs,
extended clips, that's golden tips, bud,
boof pack of Rolling Loud schemes,
DJ angle up at me,
pose for cameras, caption make it seem,
hatred be the one that envy me,
but really everyone my enemy,
guess they wanna feed the MF beast,
but anger be the one that enter me,
by any means the beat a friend to me,

what?
(x3)

euphoric.
my thoughts?  they not important,
i started '19 Portland,
and now i'm high-beam, pouring,
my liquid flow is soaring,
Vlone, you're not important,
my op is
- 
not foreigns.

you're not so evil jordan.

in waves.

euphoric

produced by nat
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

(tapping mic)
mic check, one two, one two-
aight-

i fuckin hate myself,
depending which way that i felt,
i pedal to metal, plaster,
brain on the shelf,
paint pain on the wealth,
a petal will help
but image recedes as i laugh at myself,
"rage or boom bap?"
i'd rather just rap,
no matter the rapper,
i'm master of that,
and that is just facts,
free my style,
shit is 2 easy for math,
add another 2, 6 4's what i lack,
i battle w fracked,
crack patron, but these haters gon cap-
spaced out,
i been awake now,
no pen, or pape, wow,
just notes in brain, how?
two tokes, need fade now,
rip folks a page below, and i hate-
faggots trynna reclaim something they never could change,
the pendulum swinging,
'pending on pension, the pennies we pinchin'
i digress,
ya bide by checks,
the bias of press,
will buy us resets,
say bye as we rest,
and christians will check,
say "lie by the crest",
i'm suing to jest-
or that i'll attest,
arrest warranted for preachers who sext,
minors who less informed and bleed out they best,
my mind is aware,
i've been in the stares,
of people who hate faith,
something i couldn't have shared-
prepare for wurst,
brat hatred in bears form,
i stare at hearse,
no better w pears forum,
searching for purpose, a corpus amount of the draught,
swim through the river, i dread what i lock,
depending which faggot hate on my spot,
or top three, i'm bound to second that thought,
first on the scene who alone in the rot,
its lux, king of nothing but producing my jots-
king of nothing, but-
ye,

depressed,
reset,
ya bending the best love,
obsessed?
ya bet,
i'm showing my quest love,
get checks,
ya checked,
my pen is the same glove,
as pennies you scrape up for sex blood,
i hate buzz
depressed,
reset,
ya bending the best love,
obsessed?
ya bet,
i'm showing my quest love,
get checks,
ya checked,
my pen is the same glove,
as pennies you scrape up for sex blood,
i hate buzz

buzz freestyle

produced by sogimura
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

(intro)

bitch i'm obsessed,
admit it i'm pressed,
been around the corner lookin for sex,
and little my chest,
a heart-
attack-
go watch-
yo back-
packed up and i'm past that,
rap stuff got me mad bags,
betcha pressed now cause i last laughed,
and i hit bounds like i'm baghdad,
bad days? we been past that,
drag daze like my pads track,
you down to play? well then max staff-
like-
which way-
do i go?
switch waves-
so i flow,
hit Mayb-
then sold shows,
did pay-
now break bone,
i hate hoes, and i hate bros,
so wave flows, and i pave road-
check stubs look like halos,
overhead when i rap tho,
king of game, aint no rap throne,
don't come at me with no cap bro,
less you hatin' get a cap, so-
so-

bitch i'm obsessed,
admit it you're pressed,
pressure got me feeling up on my chest,
you bet its the pressure, you bet its depression
like-
(x2)

hold the rope, a golden goats throne,
talked my soap, but box was gettin old,
i box with fists, and cap whenever told,
so i sold my soul, and wrote some better notes,
told y'all i was based, huh,
cappin rappers wanna hate ya,
i don't wanna hear your play hon,
i'm homesick and i need love,
cut-throat when i give hugs,
i dont want cope, cause you smoke bud,
hold hope like a new buzz,
lightyear when i'm ghost cuz,
chains clinging on real hard,
water, water, drink it when i'm far,
wrap a rapper up when i'm gone,
deeper rappers lookin like a pond.

pressure

produced by N°a
featuring: @user-705643562
mixing by luxury
vocals by xwinters & luxury

(intro)

xwinters:
used to, i used to
feel like i knew you
used to, i used to
i got like no clue
what i'm supposed to do
know my dream won't come through

luxury:
i-
been-
yuh,
lost to waves,
to flip the pay, check,
to pick my brain is given pain, jest,
or gas to flame, the pilot lit, best,
no hip replaced, but ride the wave,
testing me like rip my heart up out my chest,
i guess my lungs be ghast, im faint of breath,
as i lay awake and question what is next,
i used to pave the way, now broke at best-

used to, i used to,
feel like i knew you
used to, used to,
i got like no clue,
what i'm supposed to do,
know my dream won't come through

xwinters:
clawing out my pain, it's through the mudd,
knuckles through the sand, a test of times,
say i'm fine, "really?" but i'm lying,
i ride the-

smoke to fill the lungs,
found a better way,
all the damn days,
all the times i've prayed (praise)

used to, i used to
feel like i knew you
used to, i used to
i got like no clue
what i'm supposed to do
know my dream won't come through
(x2)

used to (feat. xwinters)

produced by nat
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

(intro)

shadowboxin' with monsters,
might leave you up in a coffin,
no dracula but i'm coughin' this weed
so quit fuckin' with me-
yes i am elite in the sheets,
you can read about me,
anywhere that you see-
i am a fxggot no reason to hate,
different faces surround me all over the place,
this play-offs big enough so just give me the rate,
or the loot-
fuck it imma shoot,
at least fifty of you-
to get me some cream, cheddar to grate,
smoke some green w the bars i cerrate,
putting no food on my plate,
place meant you are rude and i am innate,
eye on the Nates,
the pie or the drake?
i pile up fate,
flow like rivers cause the Nile estranged-
uh-
illiterate fucks telling me to get bucks,
degenerate ducks, worth more than a row in a hut,
hit nothing,
i been buttoned,
you stay gluttony when the hail comin'
and Ben tickin' or tweaking out,
had to send that fxggot back to the south to get him word of mouth,
'member i was seventeen i sold my first rock,
eight ball and a dream, and i'm makin the top,
ayy,
i betcha its hot-
got nothin, but giving you morals of Pac,
so fuck off my cock-
huh-
pricks wading waters,
equation problems,
equators rotten to its core while we throw our tomatoes and laugh at the scoreboard-
i been a board,
bored by you fxggots,
flowing, its been a chore
so see you when you bending over for forbes,
i speak out my lore in fours,
the Force you cannot Unleash,
Galen Morek when i work in the morgue,
shit is a game,
life is what you make it,
so i made me a plane
of existence where everything tame,
man, i'm king of this game.
huh-

coffin / coughing

produced by brazzier
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

will o whispers in the dark
huh
i dont wanna hear no part,
punk
highly likely smoke on carts,
blunt,
objective is to soar on charts,
look-

cut-throat when i win games,
he said, she said,
big name mean nothing to a hens game,
lynch fame, leave a slow quarrel for a pens fang-
succubus,
to putt you must put-
10k on grill, you mistook
yes i rock a vest, they all shook,
ones, that mean my day is all booked,
cut the fiends, i empty those crook,
chef the beef, flambae then call it Brooks,
Lynn on mind, brain when i'm geeked,
and I just recline till labels play Rook-

will o whispers in the dark
huh
i dont wanna hear no part,
punk
highly likely smoke on carts,
blunt,
objective is to soar on charts,
look-
will o whisper,
widow will i whisper?
middle of my finger when i hit this
blunt end the picture,
frame was in discussion,
smoke a rapper,
time to get this-
(x2)

will o wisp

produced by n/a
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

huh, huh, huh,
huh, huh, huh,
huh, huh, huh,
lets go, lets go
yuh-

i get it? i'm gone
depending which song,
i switch like the flow of-
strike like a Boa, duvet,
tip of the flow of the wave,
fxggots be parting the ways,
okay-
pardon my paint,
running on empty
what?
red-lining this hate,
gates open, hoeing for a pay,
flipping out, my acrobatic ways,
pimping shit, i'm scoring without plays,
peep the list, Biggie, Nas, and JID,
fxggots get a follow, thinking big,
really abuse the power, "statures bliss",
get in line, or strike the thoughts of jits,
i been online since i was touched as kid,
but that'd never change my mind on who i'd kiss,

so cut the shit-

so cut the shit-

so quick with judgement,
just cut the shit,
we been done with this
huh-

cut the shit

produced by bnyx
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

my mama stay proud of me,
quit lackin, just stand on speech
proud of u,
no, sorry this famine b-
yes, casualties-

tend to roll the windows when i ride,
code discussion, soft, the micro fly
out of missions, creepin without guys-
if u want the beef, we pull up, five
no indirect, we'll redirect the vibe
towards the end of questions for a beat-
box w beasts the ring give me feat-
ur percussion, chef the rolls on rhymes-
and i hate when people claim that they elite 
rose-mary, cookin within thyme-
smoke the jane, steppin on your highs
my lowest be the best of-
earl tea
i hurl tees
when cut up
no curls b
im still the fittest lime-
with sweat on shirt,
i bury beasts
blunt up
no wokky flow, 
i been the best in line
bury me?
like beat i body
re-
hearse with vests or
buy your way in grind-
no "take a pic"
i flick the finger like-
this cadence undefined-

my mama stay proud of me,
quit lackin, just stand on speech
proud of u,
no, sorry this famine b-
yes, casualties-
my mama stay proud of me,
quick lackin, just stand on speech.

proud of me (remix)

produced by wheezy, southside, dez wright, juke wong, 9jay & rosen beatz
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

peter piper picked a beat and stayed
any rapper wanna tackle jake?
i dont mind, hale modern make
shift the game, beat the system, preyed
or predator, modern systems hate,
by richer folk who own the corperate scheme
leave em corpses, "oops" is all it seems,
ops together, rollin as a team,
the option was to get it through inseams
but i tend to figures, figure balls they steam-
press the issue, iron shaved off-
eight i ball the jawn and get a lease-
till the labels hit "resend" i call off, please
jobs i take are endless, im the feat-
ur the wurst,
brat brain and hurt
and im a durst
top, famous lurks
left in the dirt,
rot jaded purps
till they made it lean
come feed your thirst
im the plug, come pay your bill
or keep the static up on your third-
body drop, hit the floor, linkin-park, 
meteor it sell well in burbs

i got
money on money,
high tops,
running from nothin'
my god,
tend to the hungry
my job?
take from the rich and i feed to the poor,
flowing like triss in my gut as i soar
keep you in mind, getting brain while i pour -
this is that shit that might get you some more

money on money (remix)

produced by Geenaro
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

tell me ya man gon study my outcome,
like how-come?

my Spice is the Fire no Ice that you vaping from China
gon leave em on high-note-
sweepin the floor w force i pedal my medals w morgues of course a sinner take floor
heh-
like man-
how you gon come at my bros, and what for?
vro ain't bros till brozed and handle that out-come
like go "make me an album"
hehe-

you shitty and bow dem
while we aimin a chop and shoot out ya bowel, dumb
like study ya vowels bruv
tell me to come at a drake,
308, 556 up on ya plate, i'm ready for Malcolm
Sit in the middle cause all of your hands were on -
go caught in the sound em-
hm-
like why did i doubt em-
warning my brothers that drake is that dude w envy amountin-
that is a mountain-
for those who on top will falter in mount than-
sell em as profit and blow up the doubt then-

present-tense i've been heated
underground, where my demons?
where the monsters play redeeming
soul to a vessel retreating
like damn this dude is obese nd
outrapping that faggot w fleece in
heart in his eyes,
thats why i aim for the head he isn't kneaded
dough that i'm spreadin like Jesus


homeless vet goes 120 up in Gnash-

turn to goner when i smash

drill in the night, like a bat
lux to a king, where you at?
sit w a crown and a fag
royale what i lack,
but if mans want battle we frack-
pussy-footin for a brag-
toosie slidin on ya Mag-

remember that.

2 mil in the bag.

band4band (remix)

produced by luxury
features mic-on-mic
mixed by luxury

luxury:
error 404,
fuck that bitch he make me snore,
error 404,
turnt up now, why you snore?

been at the top and the bottom,
im sick of these faggots being less honest,
and i got some issues i'm pressing with conscious,
can't stop thinkin' bout how you a goner,
damn!
press the issue out of sight,
press has been issued a right,
with my homie,
shout-out MIC-ON-MIC,
finna make it like tonight-
drugged up,
fuckin no bitch, i'm tough love,
hug stuff,
down in the trench was TOP dove,
bringing my shit, you piss blood,
all in the same, tough luck,
dove and grenade, HU,
feel like i'm floyd, hey you,
seeming annoyed, hate dude,
pressing my issue with hate moods,
treacherous tissue, go cry about it-
like-
bollywood to hollywood, I,
made it through my childhood fly,
got a bitch to maiden-wood, high,
need a bitch to stay in good vibes,
seething hits, they love it when i cry,
damn,
yeah-

error 404,
fuck that bitch he make me snore,
error 404,
turnt up now, why you snore?
error 404,
blue screen, till i'm makin more,
error 404,
fuck that bitch he make me snore.

MIC-ON-MIC:
error 404 cause you wont find "who" shit with me,
don't need a ghost to write my lines, this rap shit came with a degree,
a scholar only on the mic, i swear that i'm a different breed,
and i'll be rappin' till i'm floodin' everybodies news feed,
but when i cry, when i cry
i don't do that shit no more,
heart been broken, heart been broken,
all that bleeding left me sore,
and what for?
out of the norm,
still spitting heat, call me Johnny Storm,
still gettin' love every time i perform,
i'm still in that gym with perfect form,
like this my element,
i got seven hits,
undiscovered yet, but i'm bettin this,
double down that ya boy a rising star,
an ace in the hole, its in my guitar,
bitch its gold talent, i got a soul passion,
mixed with old fashion, and i'm a pro blasting,
this ain't new to me,
i got rappers  texting on the low talkin' 'bout tutoring me,
i'm a computer freak,
thats why lux called this track 404,
404 and 808's shake the floor,
bitches callin' but i just hit that ignore,
love my sound? well you gon' have to pay for more.

ERROR404 (feat. MIC-ON-MIC)

produced by crwdxd
mixed by luxury
vocals by luxury

(intro)

shew fly don't bother me
you rhyme like fava beans-
feast on the underneath
tip toes cause father be

vacant
frequency I hate it,
frequently I'm jaded 
sippin sizzurp, now I made it 

in waves, yes I flow,
both ways, but tip toes
gon get you to no show
so quit talkin shit for those who don't know
bro mechanic
I rap circles around him,
I'm gigantic this faggot just be titanic
And when your ship don't float
I hope the waves flow over a beat to inspire a better goat
Not take the rows not death but petals gold plaques and hate speech
I stay determined,
My feet are up in the beach
Im a pillar no autumn whenever I speak,
Cause faggots know I'm walkin' this life that I preach-
I be investing in suit and ties as I speak,
You're weak,
End of discussion so why reach?
Punk-

fly out

produced by antiquant
vocals by luxury
mixed by luxury

pure of heart
to hero, charts
hear those darts
they throwing shade
but i shine like some eerie art-
to be a blart,
pocket watch,
stop that talk
you aint so hard
i guess i'm far from home, 
the spidey lurkin down, underground
series, part
ways and I just came to read your part-
these days,
i sit confused and ask myself
"Will he ever regard?"

Me as that unc who saved his life
when he's insane,
I fear those calls 
from his mother when his heart don't start,
I pick apart my brain for pay,

Meant I'm insane and he's an addict
Scraping carts for his faint last breath,
As I been that part-
So my kind regards-
I sign this note
Its Lux, I played my cards,
Now I soar on charts-
Now I soar on charts-
I played my cards,
I soar on charts,
Give my kind regards.

Give my kind regards

kind regards

produced by antiquant
mixed and written by luxury
vocals by luxury

(intro)

his name,
i flip out like ac-bats,
depending on that path,
i tend to just back track,
on my-
young soul,
considered an unc shill,
no matter how bad it gets,
i still will second that.
your name,
i flip out like ac-bats,
depending on that path,
i tend to just back track,
on my-
young soul,
considered an unc shill,
no matter how bad it gets,
i still will second that.
huh-

name callin,
bet you win with the ball in-
been fallen,
underground, sick of stallin'
wave flowin,
tend to bring all the hoes in,
shape-shift,
i been out of pocket with
hate-just,
bring out a part of me,
fake-bliss,
for a party i show up and
pour-tris,
acts up!
i chop it with fate,
then i pack stuff,
and call it a day,
had tough,
but now i'm okay
huh-

his name,
i flip out like ac-bats,
depending on that path,
i tend to just back track,
on my-
young soul,
considered an unc shill,
no matter how bad it gets,
i still will second that.
your name,
i flip out like ac-bats,
depending on that path,
i tend to just back track,
on my-
young soul,
considered an unc shill,
no matter how bad it gets,
i still will second that.
huh-

second that

produced by antiquant
mixed and vocals by luxury

(intro)

i get-
a lil bit anxious,
dependent on lane switch,
imma pour up more tris,
more determined than lames just,
still push through it, pains bliss
(x2)

determined and hate this,
whereas people think i'm okay its-
rackin up my brain-
steady harkin what is jake-
i don't pay no mind,
100k, feet up,
flying in a plan, to greater heights they could never obtain,
okay!
like-
play ball, but bees knees,
my buzz light, now need tree,
this bud light, with peace be,
i ease beats, cause without em its word down,
and need be, i feed beast,
dots in it with some bled sheets,
L.S.D.
say i'm trippin,
yeah i invest peace,
a head-space where best be,
cause of my motive was dead speech,
as bread be, long like baguette,
faguette, sheesh,
i bless thee,
go-

i get-
a lil bit anxious,
dependent on lane switch,
imma pour up more tris,
more determined than lames just,
still push through it, pains bliss
stay determined,
despite all of the drama,
still you!
hold to the commas, and stay true,
hey dude,
pay dues,
but dues paid,
the same as hay stack,
threading the needle like dough, nuts,
how i got into the game as a furry,
i know kluts,
i show love-

stay determined

produced by sphynx
written and mixed by luxury

(intro)

look at the stars,
thinkin' who gonna call?
when the shoe don't fit
and i'm losin' it all
like (x6),
look at the stars,
thinkin' who gonna call?
when the shoe don't fit
and i'm losin' it all
like-

tender space thats hated, more or less,
jaded, faded, sippin' brown in my vest,
poppy route, "couldn't make it" they said
but i hit this bitch without it needin' best-
of the game, switch lane,
lame fxggots play the blame game in a hoop game,
i don't know which way,
"page turned", but the same book,
get my paid dues,
due renewal on the wrist blade
cuttin' through skin just to feel pain,
each lane, tend to space,
they callin' me insane,
cocaine, 
addiction killin' those, know jake,
okay-
i tend to matter in dark daze,
dope, vein,
a pill in the mix, OD
each lane, tend to space,
cocaine, 
addiction killin' those, know jake,
okay-
i tend to matter in dark daze,
dope, vein,
a pill in the mix, OD

look at the stars,
thinkin' who gonna call?
when the shoe don't fit
and i'm losin' it all
like (x6),
look at the stars,
thinkin' who gonna call?
when the shoe don't fit
and i'm losin' it all
like (x6),

its only poison,
and that poison always reminds me of-

doubt that

produced by pere ii
mixed and vocals by luxury

all of-
my problems-
that i will-
invest in-
i couldn't fuck w a best friend
dead ends,
all of 'em work for the man,
never the boss of the shit that they stressin'
best them in
equity 
best them in
equity
never "second" me.
best them in
equity

thats fair,
battle for a check, i been there-
scrape up last dollar for a handshake,
y'all got no idea what this takes-
balance in the middle, stressin welfare-
doubt I got it bidding on my share-
top of my game but this mid shift-
gear into your lane for a second, bitch-
now i got people for a paycheck,
tell em manage this next bars rest-
as i'm sippin tris w my feet up,
you aint on shit, Just B Club
bark or bite?
I couple roots I like 
with my witt no ghost that has my will to write
aint a hit I wrote if true,
I ghost when right -
And you hope you know its blue, my sage ignite
Gas or flame, who's to say whats hype?
as this game we play is distant within life
then i scroll through feeds wishin that my life 
was making shit to laugh not pressin strife-

all of-
my problems-
that i will-
invest in-
i couldn't fuck w a best friend
dead ends,
all of 'em work for the man,
never the boss of the shit that they stressin'
best them in
equity 
best them in
equity
never "second" me.
best them in
equity

equity

produced by antiquant
vocals and mix by luxury

be free

lobby music

produced by skyfd
mixed and vocals by luxury

how you feel?
how you feel?
how you feel?
how you feel?
how you feel?

how you feel?
how you feel?
feeling just great!
how it feel,
how it feel,
when you pop grapes?
how you feel,
how you feel,
serve your dinner plate!
how you feel?
how you feel?
feelin' just great!

hop into this shit,
makin a bitch shake,
you wanna bit, bait?
tell em off, run em off, ay
drown em out, run em out, faded
how you gonna tell me that i'm jaded?
you don't even know me, subie whip so clean i made it,
now they tellin me they lost their fuckin patience.
i'm impatient, make a bitch go wherever the beat go,
super sonic speeds, make it from a 3.0, baby want some cheat codes,
tell em "i don't really cheat bro"
buying cheap shows,
came from Tucson, Arizona now we lit though,
like-
from top to the bottom, i run through all my options,
ay
pausin, whats a player two? it ain't no option,
tell em run the game up!
and we poppin pills,
fuck a corporate shill,
this shit make me ill,
like-
and we poppin pills,
fuck a corporate shill,
this shit make me ill,
like
this shit make me ill
like-

how you feel?
how you feel?
feeling just great!
how it feel,
how it feel,
when you pop grapes?
how you feel,
how you feel,
serve your dinner plate!
how you feel?
how you feel?
feelin' just great!

Just Great

TIDES

produced by yxngkenay
vocals and mix by luxury

okay,
got it in spades,
and these haters wanna fight,
go and tell 'em off,
like, like-
go and tell 'em off
go and tell 'em off
bitch i'm on that delay,
go and tell 'em off
okay,
got it in spades,
and these haters wanna fight,
go and tell 'em off,
like, like-

fight!
wanna ride waves,
cause they always wanna bite,
bag that i carry, i don't wanna pay for it,
otherwise corny, none the wise, play forbes,
chin check, or swipe toes?
been debt, now my foes,
up next, no doubt though,
things best with white hoes,
big bets on red folks,
been sext on my line,
get checked for my safety,
hate me,
baby wanna fuck me,
bentley coupe with the shades be-

okay,
got it in spades,
and these haters wanna fight,
go and tell 'em off,
like, like-
go and tell 'em off
go and tell 'em off
bitch i'm on that delay,
go and tell 'em off
okay,
got it in spades,
and these haters wanna fight,
go and tell 'em off,
like, like-

tell 'em off (delay)

produced by yxngkenay
mixed and freestyled by luxury

i been lookin for myself,
under gucci belts, get that bag,
always running from myself,
oh my god,
oh my god,
oh my god,
tell me you ain't for reall,
for real, like-

bitch up,
tell me i'm a dyke,
tend to music, heights,
even at my lowest, still your peak, ain't that right?
tend to speak on my shi,
wig split, what i like,
hit list, done in five,
gripping for my, uh, uh,
he want all my, uh, uh,
delayed, i been off one,
off one,
say my ops gon like-
say my ops gon like-
say my ops gon like-
say my ops gon like-

(bang!)

i been lookin for myself,
under gucci belts, get that bag,
always running from myself,
oh my god,
oh my god,
oh my god,
tell me you ain't for real,
for real, like-
for real, like-
i been lookin for myself,
under gucci belts, get that bag,
always running from myself,
oh my god,
oh my god,
oh my god,
tell me you ain't for reall,
for real, like-

omg...

prod. yxngkenay
mixed and freestyled by luxury

he wanna fuck, fuck, fuck,
runnin it up, up, up
tell me enough, nough, nough, nough,
'nuff said,
'nuff said,
he wanna fuck, fuck, fuck,
runnin it up, up, up
tell me enough, nough, nough, nough,
'nuff said,
'nuff said.

tell me when,
i can slide through it,
bought the team,
only i do it,
so well,
can't tell
if y'all are my friends,
odwell,
oh well,
if you ain't high then,
"you done changed up"
i been ate up by your problems,
now i'm famous, and they hate us,
been on fuck love, now i'm babe, trust,
like-
i been ate up,
now they hate us.

he wanna fuck, fuck, fuck,
runnin it up, up, up
tell me enough, nough, nough, nough,
'nuff said,
'nuff said,
he wanna fuck, fuck, fuck,
runnin it up, up, up
tell me enough, nough, nough, nough,
'nuff said,
'nuff said.

'nuff said,
'nuff said.

'nuff said,
'nuff said.

'nuff said,
'nuff said,
like, ye.

'nuff said

produced by yxngkenay
mixed and freestyled by luxury

louis belt,
i don't want no help,
you can't take it off,
wrap around my neck,
freaky bitch,
take it off,
like-
take it off,
like-
tak'n off,
light year-
louis belt,
i dont want no help,
you can't take it off,
wrap around my neck,
freaky bitch,
take it off,
like-
take it off,
like-
tak'n off,
light year-

i don't want no problems,
guess i'm outta options,
tellin' austin i'm next up,
and i run the check stubs,
no more doubtin' kid,
put a thousand on my wrist,
froze my neck, i kid,
now they look like: "who's that kid?"

louis belt,
i don't want no help,
you can't take it off,
wrap around my neck,
freaky bitch,
take it off,
like-
take it off,
like-
tak'n off,
light year-
louis belt,
i don't want no help,
you can't take it off-

louis belt,
i don't want no help,
you can't take it off,
wrap around my neck,
freaky bitch,
take it off,
like-
take it off,
like-
tak'n off,
light year-
louis belt,
i dont want no help,
you can't take it off,
wrap around my neck,
freaky bitch,
take it off,
like-
take it off,
like-
tak'n off,
light year-

tak'n off

prod. yxngkenay
mixed and freestyled by luxury

i get,
highest in the room and i don't like it,
bias,
press invested in what isn't high yet,
don't make no cents,
huh,
bet life a bitch,
huh,
i don't wish ya,
love been a bitch
yuh,
don't make no cents,
huh,
bet life a bitch,
huh,
i don't wish ya,
love been a bitch
yuh,

i don't play for a check,
up to date with a vest,
he wanna tell me i'm lost,
but i don't pay him respect,
and i don't mind what in DAWs,
i'm bound to make 'em impressed,
you doubted, create w dogs,
my interest rising with check,

don't make no cents,
huh,
bet life a bitch,
huh,
i don't wish ya,
love been a bitch
yuh,
don't make no cents,
huh,
bet life a bitch,
huh.

don't make no cents

produced by f1lthy
freestyle and mix by luxury

green room (freestyle)

produced by lil tecca & taz taylor
freestyled and mixed by luxury

owa owa remix

produced by mc hitmaker
mixed and freestyled by luxury

yeah, yeah-
yeah, yeah-
yeah, yeah-
two, three, four-

i been up like,
i been up, why?
sippin' cups,
type shi,
type shi.
i been up like,
i been up, why?
sippin' cups,
type shi,
type shi.

why so down?
run around with a frown,
get up,
from your city,
hit up,
things get shitty,
and i know,
and i know,
and i know,
it can get hard,
pretty lit cars,
one twenty on the dash,
forward motion where i'm at-

i been up like,
i been up, why?
sippin' cups,
type shi,
type shi.
i been up like,
i been up, why?
sippin' cups,
type shi,
type shi,
yuh-

i been up (type shi)

produced by mc hitmaker
freestyled and mixed by luxury

stay up while you down,
cause you never know who 'round,
tend to people that are clowned,
in this world so surreal,
feel like every day got ups and downs,
ups and downs,
stay up while you down,
cause you never know-

stay up,
hate up,
everyday we hate living,
lovin' that they hate us,
ayyuh,
dial the plug, he too famous,
need a fake rutt,
ain't tough, but i love the drugs anyway
cause that shit say-

stay up while you down,
cause you never know who 'round,
tend to people that are clowned,
in this world so surreal,
feel like every day got ups and downs,
ups and downs,
stay up while you dow-own-own, ay,
stay up while you dow-own-own, ay,
stay up while you doooooooooooooown,
stay up while you down.

stay up (surreal)

produced by slash!
freestyled and mixed by luxury

on my own shit,
you gon' owe splits,
like-
i don't play kid,
trigger finger itch
like-
on my own shit,
you gon' owe splits,
like-
i don't play kid,
trigger finger itch
like-

top down,
fresh coupe,
yes i been around,
my town,
pop shit,
others ain't so loud,
watch out,
i doubt,
you gon' get the sound,
i can't even fuck a bitch without hearin shit,
in my brain, call me insane,
every bat need a bane,
doobie lit, sparks up my rage, like-
higher,
in the clouds, ain't no comin' down,
hire,
guns on the ground, make em clap,
dire,
needs are fiending now,
who gon' fix me now,
who gon' fix me now, like-

on my own shit,
you gon' owe splits,
like-
i don't play kid,
trigger finger itch
like-on my own shit,
you gon' owe splits,
like-
i don't play kid,
trigger finger-

omos

produced by tofito beats
freestyled and mixed by luxury

love is rage like,
i done made life,
popping beans like,
highest in the room,
i can't lie,
life is good.
life is good like,
life is good like,
life is good like,
life is good.
love is rage like,
i done made life,
life is good like,
life is good like-

tell 'em ligma balls,
you were never involved,
yes i tend to evolve,
why you head ball?
you can't even ball, like,
ye, ye, yeah,
you can't even ball, like,
ye, ye, yeah,

five eight, with an ego, dissociate, 
you don't make sense,
but i stab my plate like,
you been ate up,
while we famous,
tend to space, lust
draggin' me down,
draggin' me...
down!

love is rage like,
i done made life,
poppin' beans like,
highest in the room,
i can't lie,
life is good.
yeah,
life is good.
yeah, yeah, yeah.
love is rage like,
i done made life,
poppin' beans like,
highest in the room,
i can't lie,
life is good.
life is good, like-
life is good, like-
life is-
good.

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