Aubrey and maverick 6

7uck y0u

KEKE (Ft. Fetty Wap & A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

StarDinero - Dreams

Jay Gwuapo and KJ Balla Back at it with another one.

Jay Gwuapo x KJ Balla - REAL

StarDinero - Cold

StarDinero - In My Bag

Watching Part 2 ft. Star Dinero

lyrics:

[Verse 1]
my life change up by the muthafucking second and I reckon 
that you do not check in with me 
I’ll be chilling doing good 
Doing shit I probably should not 
Now I got a mug shot 
Rotting in the cell block 
Drawing out a lil plot 
Looking for the blind spots I’m tryna get out 
I can’t be living in this hell and I know there is no doubt
I’ll reach the other side of life and know what freedoms about
But till then I be working hard 
Keeping on my fucking guard 
Not tryna get plenty scars 
Meet some people form a squad 
But I still sleep with one eye open 
Im hoping I’m not awoken from someone tryna be choking me to death 
every second I’m praying that I can get another breath 
While other inmates they talking and wishing for some fucking meth 
I often wonder what the fuck is really going through their minds 
All the fines that had to be paid and stupid petty crimes
But most of them really blind 
That their life is just left behind 
in the dust 
Don’t trust nobody you gotta adjust 
to this life that your living
Up in the cell that your given
You yell but no one will listen
And now the devil has risen
Uncivil thoughts turn decisions 
That you will most likely regret 
in the end 
So you go and grab a pen and some paper 
And go in to your mind 
Fill up line after line  
Leave behind The bullshit ain’t got no time
On my grind 
While I climb to the top of my prime 

[Verse 2]
Commit crimes 
and they think that I’m an innocent citizen 
Working hard and I’m listening 
To Feedback that I’m getting in
Stay on track and be diligent 
Cause one day we’ll all be gone 
Buried up under some lawn 
Man Hopefully we can respawn
But fuck it I’m probably wrong 
Til then I will be writing them songs from my heart 
Couple years got a car no key
that’s push to start 
While I’ll spark
going 60 inna 30 spot the cops and then I dart 
zoomin straight deep
in the dark 
leavin them all with question marks 
Upon they heads 
But instead of catching me 
they go head 
to the next call pumping lead 
While all the crime it just spreads
like yoke comes outta an egg
I’d rather be fucking dead
If I ain’t skating in Cali 
For now I’m going to Hadley 
The only place that I’m happy 
don’t need designer got khakis 
ain’t wasting my fucking money
stay quiet like easter bunny 
when I’m cruising inna 64’
Chevy next to a thick hoe 
rolling down all the windows 
Letting out all the indo

[Verse 3]
one day we’ll leaving and rolling up pounds of the Ganga 
Sick of phones calls to my momma 
No commissary there’s nada 
But noodles they chicken Ramen 
I’m only dreaming of commas 
While scheming for sense and dollars 
But only acquire problems 
I’m searching for any options 
Still being conscious and cautious 
my mind is flooded so nauseous 
Please just lay me down in my coffin 
couple years I’ll be forgotten 
by all my friends , foes, and hoes that played me  
Like Nintendo they switching for credibility
Doing shit that they’ll never be 
Am I supposedly feel empathy? 
when you out catching felonies
Got two girls goin thru pregnancy 
Knowing that your life is over 
You got nothing ,no money, gripping the gat while in the Rover 
Keep your composure you’re getting closer 
Even if the weight on your shoulders don’t even lower 
You’re getting older 
just wait for your birthday in mid October 
this shit is gunna be fun
Never fighting one on one  
If some of the homies need me we run up start shooting guns

april fools

APRIL FOOLS (prod. zoran x callan)

changes

6avin x 1008chucky - CHANGES (prod. callan)

production made by: Lezter
lot more shit soon to come this summer ~
lyrics:

(Hook)
Bitch i be the packer of em cones I ain’t talking bout no punch 
Or lick the j up sit at home Nd then I smoke that shit for lunch 
U eaten bars it ain’t no zanny I’m sure that it be a crunch 
Got yo bitch poppin a plan b I did that shit more than once 
He got the vans on his toes 
Pants saggin low
but You should know that we be reeking 
always chiefing on some dro
I be seeking fucking fiendin stacking up all of my dough
But that shit just ain’t enough I’ll probably go and rob the store

(Verse)
With a .44 in hand 
gun cocked stealing bands
Having to much fun 
I gotta run I’m fucking up my plans 
see the cops they posted up wit them glocks 
Contemplate to take a shot
3 2 1 their body goin drop 
To the ground hear the sound of my hollow fucking rounds
And I’ll follow every pussy talking shit and they goin drown 
In a pool of their blood 
for chiefin juul not no bud 
Even when u up in school begging to hit it like for what ?
Need a heady get a blunt 
Always fillin it wit skunk 
Never quitting I’m unfitting in this life I’m finna flunk  
Always ready when I spit it rippin’ come in with the funk 
sike I’m drunk off a loco 
That I’m sipping inna bronco 
96’ while rolling frontos 
wit the crew on #9 yeah I assist em like I’m rondo  
Breaking down some sticky blue and u could smell it from Toronto 
Bitches on me like I’m Lonzo 
Fuck a stupid hoe I’m steady playin on my console

(Hook x2)
Bitch i be the packer of em cones I ain’t talking bout no punch 
I lick the j up and then smoke that shit for lunch 
U eaten bars and I be sure that it’s a crunch 
Got yo bitch poppin a plan b I did that shit more than once 
I got the vans on my toes 
Pants saggin low
You should know that we be reeking 
always chiefing on some dro
I be seeking fucking fiendin stacking up all of my dough
But that shit just ain’t enough I’ll probably go and rob the store

Annabelle

ANNABELLE (prod. lezter)

6avin x 1008chucky - PAPER CHASIN' (prod. lezter)

DEBUT ALBUM '21' OUT NOW ALL PLATFORMS! LINK IN BIO!