Produced by Zoryan & Sentry
Hosted by Dj Zoryan

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I remember summers, I didn't have anything
Now I'm worried 'bout some wedding rings
Got 20's up in my pocket, got pink 50's for my girl g-string
They wear my heart like a heartstring, money on my body very often
Mufuckers eat my swag, hibachi, but never wanna start talking

So I'ma get it when I get it, you obsess over mufucking digits
Get sniped like bitch Nine Vicious, not going far, you best believe it

Tape did great, still don't know how I feel
Rest in peace to mufuckin' Brian Wil'
May not have a will, but you still my son
Like The Beach Boys, put the belt to your bum
You got an ego, but ain't do no shows
You gotta ask your bro for that top song
Don't you know mufucking right from wrong?
Twenty-five doing that bullshit
Hit you with that gun, make your belly sound like gong, aye
Sometimes all your plays was wrong, but you just gotta play along, aye aye

So I'ma get it when I get it, you obsess over mufucking digits
Get sniped like bitch Nine Vicious, not going far, you best believe it

Summers Prod Zoryan Sentry

Hosted by Dj Zoryan

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Ball Atlanta Hawks, no Tony
Don't hit my line hoe, yeah you real phony
Got a E30 with stick shift
Got my bets all in, this the count up Olympic's
KSC going all in, fuck a ball hog
Big smoke out this pack, look like all fog
Talking with blood clots, look like Suge Knight
Little bitch talking too much, you get sniped

Still counting dead presidents
Barge in, take everything at residence
I been the man, the kid, the son, the win
Clutching up at the game, been evident
Yeah, your boy can get you what you want
But at the end of day, you ain't really ever been on shit
Better keep a guard mufucker, avant
Starve a little and you might just get a hit

Go, go, go
Aye, aye, aye
Go, go, go
KSC bitch, KSC bitch

Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste, aye

Put my car in fifth gear, put you in your place
Mufuckers talk shit, but they never race
Hit you with that gun, yeah, left you fucking erased
Yeah, talk to me when you got a tape
Been shining, not struggling, been different
You my son, you my kid, yeah but we different
You lurk, but I see you, got sixth sense
Five fingers broadcast, you be on the fence
They be chatting cross the nation, yeah we got distance
Relying on singles, pussy boy got no substance
Learn how to mix, maybe you gon' get something
Learn from yourself, talking from within

Go, go, go
New beginnings bitch, aye, aye
New beginnings bitch, aye, aye
New beginnings bitch, aye, aye

Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste
Get it up, get it up, get a little taste, aye

New Beginnings

i was sick when i recorded this idk if u can tell
@ajsvendetta @akajazy @stone47

no love (akajazy one47)

Prod me & Kana 

Keep these mofuckas on they toes cerebral palsy
They stay thinkin that i’m boutta say somethin awful
Lay niggas flat on they back lika possum
SS fuck niggas up lika dolphin
Put the wood in ya daughter, put her in a coffin
Stef the seducer, Stef the adulterer 
Wrap niggas up in a bag, Laura Palmer
I’ll spazz if you talk to my girl, don’t insult her
I’m tryn catch a hat i’m a goddamn revolver
Ion know how to act, I ain gon never win a oscar 
Make the trap jump like a mosh im a rocker
I’m Lil Richard, i’m a fuckin nightstalker

no love (akajazy one47)

ajsvendetta

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