[Lyrics]
You know I ain’t playin' with these hoes
And I keep watch on these niggas
I ain’t praying for a soul 
I know y’all don’t do different
They been praying on my lows
They been waiting for a minute
They been waiting for a show
Well nigga… you got it

I ain't playin' with these hoes
I ain't praying for these hoes
And I’m making this shit known
I ain’t ‘fraid stay alone
I was made to be alone
I ain’t never had a option
Bitches always be obnoxious
Bitches always be the opp's friends

You I ain’t playin' with these hoes
And I keep watch on these niggas
I ain’t praying for a soul 
I know y’all don’t do different
They been praying on my lows
They been waiting for a minute
They been waiting for a show
Well nigga… you got it

Bitches on the gram so predictable yea
She done post that nigga with the full head
I know yo nigga on side, he ain't hurting me
Girl he a hoe and you know he gave word to me
That he ain’t staying for long
No girl, he just been playin' your heart
Girl you tried to be petty
Yea, he just want the wetty
You been hoping for a wedding
He been riding in your Chevy
You said you been wanting flowers
He reused an old teddy
Don’t come back when you downwards
Our whole relationship is deaded

I threw yo shit in the garbage for real
You and that nigga retarded for real
You take that nigga on all of his meals
But you told me you behind on yo bills
Are you his shawty or momma forreal?
He just been using you, talk about ill
Girl you was sick of me, vomit the least of yo worries
When you meet his babymomma for real

I ain't playin' with these hoes
I ain't praying for these hoes
And I’m makin this shit known
I ain’t ‘fraid stay alone
I was made to be alone
I ain’t never had a option
Bitches always be obnoxious
Bitches always be the opp friends

You I ain’t playin with these hoes
And I keep watch on these niggas
I ain’t praying for a soul 
I know y’all don’t do different
They been praying on my lows
They been waiting for a minute
They been waiting for a show
Well nigga… you got it

Playin' Freestyle

YouTube Link:
https://youtu.be/gHswOwO3na8
Genius Link:
https://genius.com/704-prod-jesus-walks-pt-2-lyrics

[Genius Lyrics]
I’m off the Four Loko right now
Nah, I’m just sipping it though
Listen…

Yea, I know that Jesus Walks
I know I ain’t no preacher dawg
You ain’t gotta tell me the obvious
I won’t try to go be some fraud
Niggas ask me why I’m trippin, shit I got my reasons dawg
That’s why I keep my distance from these bitches, they keep me on guard
My doctor said I’m borderline
I just thought I was bored of life
I still love my ex girl more than life
My mom’ll prolly hear that and be mortified
Yea, I done did this reckless spending, now I can’t afford a dime
But I know I’m up next so stay back and follow that order line
I’ll be fortified by 45, or doing 40 lives for your demise
I’m sure I’ll die as immortalized, the more I write, I shorten time
Niggas got they shtick, but they on dick, see they too corny
I don’t give a fuck, these niggas rats. But what’s that to a porcupine?
Man, I was gon’ overdose
But my pills wouldn’t work for an OD, though
I’d just have to get my stomach pumped, in a vac’ scene like it’s polio
I was tryna meet the Holy Ghost
Now I feel like I could join OVO
If I dropped an album and this was the outcome, 
I’d be like Travis and Rodeo

Yo, fuck allat speedy rap 
I grip a stick like Mr Meaty’s hand
The game got too many niggas who wanna save the shit. Where the fuck the Reapers at?
Man, I grew up a lil smart nigga, teachers askin “who the fuck teach him that?”
I heard Jesus got a nice personality, I’m finna send you to go meet the man
Tell him I said “Hi”, “why’s this my life? You got me tweaking, fam”
“What the hell’s the meaning? Pun intended, ‘cause I’ve been through that”
“You know I still praise you, just been having trouble speaking that”
“I’d never get a Jesus piece, I’d rather piece the Jesus back”
Thee niggas gave me hell in school. Where the fuck the reason at?
And they been tryna rap since high school, now I beat their streaming stats
I been getting hot this year so where the fuck my fever at?
Know I’m part of God’s plan, ‘cause I be where the evil at
I was gon’ kill myself 3 times, my heart broke twice, but I’m at your gut now
Gon’ take me out, you better bust rounds, ‘cause you know how I get the fuck down
Man, I don’t love no bitches, so you hoes try to break my trust now
Yea, watch that pussy, get bust down
Tell her get dressed and get the fuck out

Let me drink some of this Four Loko, bruh

Jesus Walks pt 2

Wassup Baby

Cosa Nostra

Official Video:
https://youtu.be/v6bF4JhxI4Y

Dentist Freestyle

Where Yo Huh?

https://listen.704prod.com/music
Freestyle 4 by 704 Prod
Cover Art - Urbanthug | Akatroublee

Freestyle 4

Rubi

Rubi (prod. Illie)

Evil Ways Remix

Evil Ways

Foreign Feelings (feat. Link Pellow) Clean Version

Foreign Feelings [Radio Edit]

Foreign Feelings (feat. Link Pellow) [Radio Edit]

Big Kang Ish

Said I’m over you
Said I’m over you
The debt was overdue
I ain’t dead it, girl, you know it’s you
Said I’m over you
I locked up my heart again, and then you broke into
Girl, I said I’m over you

All smiles, all smiles, faking
All while I’m not tryna break your heart
On God, I’m patient
Why you tryna break this whole thing apart?
Oh lord, let’s face it
Girl, you are not involved at all
I see the way you operate lately
Them clothes I bought you, see how you take them off?

The love is fading off, say I’m wrong, can’t play it off
I tried to pray to God, whatever’s on your mind, I asked to take it off
Love ain’t a game to me, I hope that you don’t play me wrong
I’m tryna cuff, hope you don’t break the lock

Locked in
I’ve been tryna keep us locked in
Free bands for my partnem
Can’t spare none for the opp bitch
When I be on the mic, feel like Rakim
Who yo nigga? Finna rock him
Put in too much time to clock out
Clock out
On my knees with the rock out
It ain’t time for us to clock out
I’ve been tryna have us pop out
Wan’ pop out with the same hoe
Post at a place where you can’t go
Beach side, eating on mangos
Fuck where the plane go, we on the main road
Sunlight rays been a day old
Where’d night time go?
Where’d night time go? When the flames go out and the lights turn on
We’re outside doing the tango

We’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango

Said we’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango
Said we’re doing the tang
Tango- Tang
Tango!

No, I ain’t over you (I ain’t over you)
No, I ain’t over you (I ain’t over you)
Said I ain’t over you (I ain’t over you)
No, I ain’t over you (I ain’t over you)
I ain’t over you (I ain’t)
I ain’t over you (I ain’t - I ain’t)
I ain’t over you (I ain’t)
I ain’t over you (I ain’t - I ain’t)

I’m not over you
I said I’m not over you
Girl, I’m not over you
I’m not over you

Wan’ pop out with the same hoe
Post at a place where you can’t go
Beach side, eating on mangos
Fuck where the plane go, we on the main road
Sunlight rays been a day old
Where’d night time go?
Where’d night time go? When the flames go out and the lights turn on
We’re outside doing the tango

We’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango

Said we’re doing the tango
We’re doing the tango
Said we’re doing the tang
Tango- Tang
Tango!

Over You

Tell me why you’re waiting for someone who doesnt give a fuck about you
Tell me why you’re waiting for someone who doesnt give a fuck about you
Tell me why, wait no
Tell me lies, someone help me find a reason why
Like, why do I even try?
Why do I even try, like? 
Why the fuck am I trying at all? (Why)
At all, at all
(Why am I even trying, yo?)
I just wanna go back to older times
The lonely times, where I had more control of life
Now the notes I write are the only time
Where my hopelessness ain’t in overtime
I’m ‘lone at night, and it's cold outside
And I’m stress shaking like I’m froze in ice
You’ve got me hooked, now I’m throwing lines
Will I get baited again, man? Who knows, I might
Girl, I broke my walls down for you
I wrote my thoughts down for you
I was so down for you, I don’t know how to lose my love
When I’ve never opened up to even fall in love
How’d I fall in love
It’s a scam
Bottled up, it’s all cap
All I want is a nap, all my love
Give it back, Give it back
Give it back, man

Love is a scam to sell you life
And sell you light, that burns away like cellulite
I seldom try to find the love and get reminded why I don’t
Shell the time. ‘Cause it burns like welding fire
And I know some fellas like me
Failing life, ‘cause they’re too busy looking for love
Shoulda gave up, I knew it well
I’d fight and lose and suffer hella. Fuck, my nigga, tell me why!
Why?
Why?
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why
Tell me why (I don’t know)
Tell me why (I don’t know)
Tell me why (Why did she?)
Tell me why (How could she?)
Tell me why (I wanna know)
Tell me why (I wanna know)
Tell me why (I wanna know)
Tell me why (I wanna. I wanna)

Love is a scam
You killed the bond and put the gun in my hands
But blood’s on your hands
It’s funny but damn, you’re fucking with trash
I promise you, I don’t want nothing with that
You’re tryna right your wrongs, go run to your man
I don't like seeing none your DM’s
Leaving you brought peace to all my demons
Leaving you said “peace” to all my demons
Leaving you was pleasing all my demands
Why do everything we say get heated?
You was so damn evil for no reason
Showed me how close demons get, I need that
When the person love so much leaves
You're sitting there confused, like “Oh fuck me”
You wanna work things out, but they don’t want peace
Now when I find peace, that’s when I know we’re even

Love Is A Scam (2019)

I can’t wait ‘til the collective finds out about you, girl
I’ll never stay by or around you girl
I see your face, feel like I’m ‘bout to hurl
Foreign girls be hoeing too
Fake hoes just live around the world
You give Sierra women a bad name
I won’t say it, but one day they’ll know it’s you
I hope you let the little potion brew
Hope them cards get a reading on me
I was your fuckbuddy and your chauffeur, too
I dare you to try to speaking on me
Ajoke gon’ always stay the homie
I’m glad she ain’t let you play the homie
That’s one woman who ain’t changing on me
The rest you hoes can stay a phony
Like fuck you!
Was I nigga 1-2-3-4?
I shoulda let your ass walk to work 
And stay jobless two weeks more
Got cold as hell when the car got fixed
Can’t expect less from these cheap whores
Picked you up from the gas station, I shoulda let your ass weep more
If I treated these hoes plain, I’d probably been had me a G4
I tried to lead by dropping alc’, now these bum bitches make me chief more
You know what I did with these 2 fingers, that’s why I’m tryna choose peace more
Playing niggas a weak sport, but you bitches ran through, we know it
Like, fuck flowers
Shit, fuck dates
Man, I’m done out here tryna trust fakes
Every bitch gon know I ball while my wallet tucked doing pump fakes
Thorn stems make me sick to my stomach, how much more can my gut take?
Man, I’m sick of hearing bout “icks” from hoes, now I’m picky ‘bout the butt shape
Now I’m picky ‘bout a bitch weight
If it’s too high, I’m doing spit takes
While I sip drink that I didn’t pay for
Hoes actors ‘til the camera click
Girl, fuck an Atlanta trip, I’ve had it with you
Another reason I’ma clip the “A” for
Fuck flowers, huh
Fuck flowers, huh
Fuck flowers
Bitch thought she could ride the Benz?
Like fuck flowers, huh
Fuck flowers
Fuck flowers
Really thought this hoe was more than friends

Fuck Flowers

This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma, got me 
On my momma, got me 
This hoe ly- Whoa!
This hoe lying, this hoe!
Tell me how you really feeling

This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain’t one nigga, it’s bout three ‘em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I’m done with all this weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really see it.

Said when she see me, she see me, huh
You’re gon’ see me on your TV, huh
Said you’ve been single three years but been with that man for four? (Huh)
I don’t wanna be cool no more
I don’t even wanna be cool no more
Shouldn’t have let you in the studio
You ain’t deserve all them sushi rolls
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm
Used to commend the fake out (Blossom)
Knew the truth would come and break out
Ain’t want me to put your name out, uh
Got me real good like that takeout, huh

Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)
Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)

Who’s the third nigga you ain’t bring to Moment’s shoot?
Crazy the new shit I know ‘bout you
You was talking ‘bout me all the time, but ain’t want me to have a convo ‘bout you
You aint want your lies to collide
She said leave me ‘lone, you denied
We was still talking, your truth a lie
Made it seem like you was confused
You was talking to a dude on side
Now you got my whole ‘tude on dime
You tried to keep your hoes in line
You ain’t want that shit you do online
It was love when your ride was broken down
Now it’s fixed and you turned cold as ice
Helped you with your clothes, 
Now I’m exposing you, it’s folding time

I wouldn’t throw shit in your face if you aint tell no lies to mine
Was ‘bout to build that resume and help you with your 9-5
You’re laid up with some man while telling me be patient, 
In time you’ll try to open up, you know you fucked up, now you seen your lies arise

Like why you lying?
If you was player, you’d be honest ‘bout it
If you was straight ‘bout you and Benz
A nigga wouldn’t be talking ‘bout it
You fucking with three men at once, that shit’s what’s got me fried about it
I said as long as ain’t no other niggas, I would be nice about it
Lent shorty my car, now I’m real sick that you was riding round it
Bet you had that nigga in my shit, straight up just lying ‘bout it
What you tell him? “Just your friend”?
I’m just in here dying ‘bout it
Evil laugh, you got me pissed as hell, there ain’t no crying ‘bout it
If you was straight up, I would’ve helped you with no lines about it
Wouldn’t give no signs about it, wouldn’t put no hype around it
It would’ve stayed in closed doors, but now, girl, I’m outside about it
You thought you was player, now this whole tape, I got time about it

This hoe lying
This hoe treeshing
On my momma
Got me tweaking
Ain’t one nigga, it’s ‘bout three em
Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it
Why you faking?
On my Jesus
Man I’m done with all that weak shit
I tried to be respectful, found out how you really feeling

Wicked Witch Of The West

I see the fear in your heart
I hear the shake in your voice
You think you're alone in it all
You're afraid of making a choice
The way you're feeling, holding it all in
Tryna please for favor and points
You've got one life, live it
Tryna live in silence only takes your voice

Another decade of twins who lacking congruency
The shit I learned in school I'm still going through, it's not new to me
Niggas who see me at waist level are threatening to neuter me
Where are your accolades? Don't slap the face of an ace in your industry
Skipping lessons, these students committing truancy
So rude how you're so damn confident when you'd lose to me badly
Try to ban me, I'll gladly stray from this alley
I've paved a path with my family, I'll always be fine and dandy
Fam'll see how I never bled when they stabbed at me
Never swelled when they jabbed at me, but my face growing still gradually
They stuck on numbers and not the place where the data be
Why you mad at me? I simply just changed the channeling
Foolery what I see when these fake niggas call for unity
Playing both sides in tandem, they view you as opportunity
Dap you up in the club and you follow each other mutually
But privately they remove you in talks about how the crew can eat
Screw it

I see the fear in your heart
I hear the shake in your voice
You think you're alone in it all
You're afraid of making a choice
The way you're feeling, holding it all in
Tryna please for favor and points
You've got one life, live it
Tryna live in silence only takes your voice

They starve to be viewed as crucial
It's coonery, damn buffoonery
They'd give a table to Nazis for viewers, it's giving Jubilee
Damn it, like am I looney or tired of all this coonery?
Am I making it all up or do y'all see what these groups are pushing out
Is it context that I'm missing or nonsense that I witness?
Treating progress as a hindrance
Dead when drama is finished
Met with constant belligerent ignorance
Meant to make you think you're a simpleton
If you dare to diminish it
Liars at every corner, my borderline's got me scanning the rooms I enter
For tension and slight disorder when visiting
Telling me that they love what I'm putting out, but it's just business
Finding out from our mutual acquaintance, they hate my linen
My fashion taste trumps the music, and ain't no leaching my Instagram
Loss in translations possible, clothes outvalue my penmanship?
Fuck it bro that's my homie, I think he is, but I ask him to pull up to my performance
He advertises a different man
You jealous bro? Kinda wack, dawg
He don't owe you his backwash
Now you dissing the man like he owed you back for your back-watch
I swallow pride, fuck a diss, this is fact talk
When I diss, I do smack talk
I performed my shit anyways, my day ones saw me snap off
Women throwing they hands up, niggas taking they caps off
DariDara's the only one who pulled up for me at all
Out my group, I commend it
If he cuts me off, deads it, I'll never have a bad word to say about him, I get it
Niggas hope to fuck the game up, I've been giving it backshots
Niggas claiming wins anyways after losing a rap off
My shorty snapping me out of it, yelling at me Patois
DJs gotta keep a fire extinguisher next to their laptops
When they play me in stadiums, manners vanish
It's fake as hell like McKamey. I'm not jaded, I'm waiting
Clouts a drug you can't crossfade and remain safely in
I won't out no one came to me, but know others share the same feelings

I see the fear in your heart
I hear the shake in your voice
You think you're alone in it all
You're afraid of making a choice
The way you're feeling, holding it all in
Tryna please for favor and points
You've got one life, live it
Tryna live in silence only takes your voice

Pseudo

Where U Goin?

The Hunt (Skit)

Foreign Feelings

Blossom

Bandaid On The Heart

Where U Goin (Radio Edit)

Y4K (Radio Edit)

Bandaid On The Heart (Radio Edit)

The Hunt (Radio Edit)

Red Flags (Radio Edit)

Over You (Radio Edit)

Trauma Bond (Radio Edit)

Blossom (Radio Edit)

AWOL

"Cub Angel" Explicit & Radio Edit Versions by 704 Prod and Medeuca

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Club Angel

Club Angel (Radio Edit)

Go! Go!
I was high-key, on two light feet
Tryna find a sound like a type beat
Bright eyes with the white teeth 
I was psyched, jeez, I was nineteen on the road (Road!)
I was nineteen on the road 
Had some light green, not the high leaf
With a pipe dream like, damn, but can I afford this shit?

Fendi, Prada, Benihanas
If it’s trending, spend a dollar
If she bad then I’ma holler
Saw her, want her, now I’ve got her
Witty talker, money palmer
No relations with her father
It ain’t tricking if you got it
Man, I was 19 on the road

Road, road, road, road (Go!)
Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road

Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road

I was 19 on the road, nigga
In the four, nigga
High speed with a light breeze
No Tai chi when I’m home nigga
I see all my goals, nigga. And the gold
My side piece ain’t camera shy
But no Spike Lee with the phones, nigga
And I be so alone
‘Cause I was nineteen, slumped over
I like the way this feels, fuck sober
You like the way I feel? Come closer, like (But can I afford this shit?)

Fendi, Prada, Benihanas
If it’s trending, spend a dollar
If she bad then I’ma holler
Saw her, want her, now I’ve got her (But can I afford this shit?)
Witty talker, money palmer
No relations with her father
It ain’t tricking if you got it
Man, I was 19 on the road

Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road
Road, road, road, road

One the road, catch up. Passed up that one
Back then, niggas thought I’d always be the last one
And look at them niggas now, that’s done
Packed up, wrapped up. Buddy get your cash up
You can’t
(Go!)

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