BliZ by da BaY - Alex Davis x Cloud Monay x Ra Duke (prod. by Cloud Monay)

This is dedicated to all my seniors out there who struggle to get out of bed every morning... don't worry, we're almost done #SENIORITIS

A$G.

LYRICS:

PART 1

Alarm sounds in the morn’... 
Go back to bed, ‘til my mother, cursing, burst through the door. 
I get up and I get on my phone, see which hoes text me to have a nice day
Plus a smiley face, hella emojis with it.
Proceed to check my closet for the freshest of linens… 
Jacket always on 
‘cause fuck a forced polo, my wack ass school and their uniform. 
I'ma individual, leave a nigga in critical 
and all I gotta do is leak a little of this lyrical. 
But, back to the plan: fitted jean man.
Which shoes should I throw on them J's, Vans or Janoskis. 
Scents around me because mama in the kitchen with bacon and sausage...
I'ma go HAM, in a rush though. Get my teeth brushed though. 
Cologne:, spray a lil for them sluts though
In the whip, dreading the car ride to this prison…
fuck administration, hope they all die. 
Sitting in the whippersnapper, I don't want to go inside, 
but I need my GPA high, just like this guy. 
It's too early for this shit… not too early for this clip. 
My niggas sit, cypher and session, typical shit. 
See security roaming, but we just zoning. 
Nigga why you so mad? take a puff of this potent.

Potentially, I could be the fucking dude, but out of 8 classes, I learn shit in two. 
That's why during lunch, I'm in the Lexus getting fumed
and I just want to rap so fuck what you want me to do.

Potentially, I could be the fucking dude, but out of 8 classes, I learn shit in two. 
That's why during lunch, I'm in the Lexus getting fumed
and I just want to rap so fuck what you want me to do.


PART 2

Now when I say “fuck”, y'all say “school”
(where the hell 2:20 at?)


Man fuck school, why you wanna kill my vibe? 
Hoe my money gon’ be longer than the damn lunch line.
Teacher said I'd never be shit in life
She’s the first one I'll thank once the deal get signed.
I might even come back and let her fuck.
But best believe I ain't paying for her dinner
and don't bother asking for pens or a pencil, 
I haven't brought paper since we left December.
You feel me? Fourteen years of schooling, my dude I am done. 
Since we don't fuck with you, you figure we dumb. 
How this pussy finna say I can't wear no hood. 
Walking to the school bus while I smoke on good. 
She got a fatty, send a pic of the ass A-S-A-P. 
I got a Baggie while I'm sitting in class. Hope it don't reek. 
I'm in the patty wagon gripping the flask like I'm Amy. 
Bad bitch, make her whine in my house like a baby. 
And maybe I blow. But life is crazy maybe I fail. 
I know these classrooms offices all feel like some jails. 
And can't nobody ever say the kid ain’t keeping it real. 
Know a zoe named ‘Zel, leave ya train derailed.


I got my head down... headphones in. 
I text my njggas... see who got the whip. 
What is y'all bout? ‘Cause I'm trying to skip.
I'm ‘bout to  knock out, tired of this shit.

Man I'm done.
(where the hell 2:20 at?)
Bitch, we done
(where the hell 2:20 at?)
Hoe I’m done
(where the hell 2:20 at?)
We done


If I don't walk in the building and walk right out, 
I’ma be the dude screaming "fuck this" looking stout, 
spending periods delirious off hits of that loud,
in a stall, pad of passes in pocket roaming these halls 
with reckless abandon, skip classes in tandem, 
the plagiarized paper I shamelessly hand in,
the forged doctors note with the specks of that gram on it, 
excused or unexcused, bet I don't give a damn ‘bout it.
Faculty talking to me, want me to see 
the big picture, shit, sir, why won't you just achieve?
But I've been achieving in a multiplicity of ways, 
reading Deleuze, smoking a loose, abstract thought through the haze, 
you compromisers, go test us some more, call it a day, 
drop the standards for a school grade and call yourself an A. 
Keep on acting like it's our fault you all get shitty pay, 
Bitch I'll dismiss myself before you or the bell anyway.
but I guess that's just the price of living in FLA, 
trade the shade and pretty girls off for the shitty education, 
daily shun every administration, via eyes redder than ginger menstruation.
It's the based kid but not always on that happy tip, 
hence why I'm not above giving a strict temp some fucking lip.
If you’re a senior waiting on that cap I got a tip, 
walk out your classroom and get throwed, look like you got a limp.

I got my head down... headphones in. 
I text my njggas... see who got the whip. 
What is y'all bout? ‘Cause I'm trying to skip.
I'm ‘bout to  knock out, tired of this shit.

Man I'm done.
(where the hell 2:20 at?)
Bitch, we done
(where the hell 2:20 at?)
Hoe I’m done
(where the hell 2:20 at?)
We done


Senioritis ft. Soto (prod. Lil Ugly Mane x CMPLX)

first single off the next tape.
untitled and coming soon.
FOLLOW @AlexDavisRaps & @RaDukeRaps
artwork by BoyAndHisCat

fuck with this.
A$G Takeover 2014

LYRICS:

My swagger at an all time high. Why the fuck would I not flex? 
Girls know I'm that guy. Why the fuck would they not sex? 
Got a crew full of dudes that’s moshing in mansions on our posh shit. 
Any pussy that tries my posse, he gon’ leave here with his body... 
in a bag. a bag, bitch. 
in the cut with a bad bitch. 
If I let her fuck, she a lucky hoe.. 
better put my dick in a bag, bitch. 


I don't love these hoes. I don't trust ‘em. 
Man these boys like blisters, I bust ‘em. 
Cartel shit when I'm going through customs. 
Weight on the boat, see the coast guard: fuck ‘em. 
That’s that Miami life. Shit’s like Miami vice. 
Chick in LA that's white. She love that Miami pipe. 
Jug of that juice, me gon’ hit my boost. 
You a pimp, fool? Why yo bitch obtuse?
Same hoes had recess with in school 
dropping neck like ducks when they hit that goose. 
Nowadays, man it's crazy. Shit done changed. 
But we never switching lanes. We just cypher and we blaze. 
Ain't Shit Gang. Damn, mane… 
that last hit got the best of me.
You plankton play my shit and I know you want the recipe 
for greatness but you cannot have it. 
Do not kill my vibe, I don't give a fuck if you’re sad, bitch. 

My swagger at an all time high. Why the fuck would I not flex? 
Girls know I'm that guy. Why the fuck would they not sex? 
Got a crew full of dudes that’s moshing in mansions on our posh shit. 
Any pussy that tries my posse, he gon’ leave here with his body... 
in a bag. a bag, bitch. 
in the cut with a bad bitch. 
If I let her fuck, she a lucky hoe.. 
better put my dick in a bag, bitch. 

Come in like “where’s the party at?”. Got so much cash like Gotti back.
Amazed at how I body tracks so you pussies wanna copycat
In the back of the ‘Lac and we sexing
In the black bag like I’m Dexter..
And she’s asking me to text her 
but I’m already on to the next girl
That’s my life: I’m a player, G.
So what you got to say to me?
You can’t fuck with me if you hating, see
‘cause I’ll bag you up like groceries
And you gross to me, you grimy.
My whole team behind me, got labels trying to sign me,
If you doubt that I’m ‘bout shit, try me
Flying high in the sky off a blunt and some Adderall
If you talking shit about the kid, hell I ain’t mad at all
Just know you’re talking straight up out your ass
‘Cause you know I got this rap shit in the bag

My swagger at an all time high. Why the fuck would I not flex? 
Girls know I'm that guy. Why the fuck would they not sex? 
Got a crew full of dudes that’s moshing in mansions on our posh shit. 
Any pussy that tries my posse, he gon’ leave here with his body... 
in a bag. a bag, bitch. 
in the cut with a bad bitch. 
If I let her fuck, she a lucky hoe.. 
better put my dick in a bag, bitch. 

Wiping sweat with that rag
Sitting clean in that slab
Tipping right in that lab
See me in the sky off of them dabs
Oh no sir, no outdoing my work. 
Spit a verse, leave the bars in a hearse. 
Light work. So cursed. 
Cop a sack of the purp like I’m Jevon Kearse. 
My words got me in the eggs of your bird. 
My third eye’s been strong since birth. 
My curveball leave Manny in the dirt. 
Roll some herb then we probably hit the road like skiiiirt. 
Riding ‘round with that green, man my team winning like sheen. 
Can't take a hint, you should take this D.
Gon pop that ass for ASG. 
I fold a bitch like a fold a brick. 
White wine and that lobster bisque. 
Shit. I'm just trying to be rich. If 'Ye’s the son of god, I'm just trying eclipse
Him and spit hymns. Man, I'm stitched in. 
Fixed grin upon my face. In my wake: victims. 
Witness the rise, I'm destined to die. 
But before that bitch i'm destined to fly 
because my

Swagger at an all time high. Why the fuck would I not flex? 
Girls know I'm that guy. Why the fuck would they not sex? 
Got a crew full of dudes that’s moshing in mansions on our posh shit. 
Any pussy that tries my posse, he gon’ leave here with his body... 
in a bag. a bag, bitch. 
in the cut with a bad bitch. 
If I let her fuck, she a lucky hoe.. 
better put my dick in a bag, bitch. 



BODIIBAAGZ ft. Ra Duke (prod. Darq E Freaker)

The Ballad of a Man They Called 'Young OJ Got Coke In My Glove'.

Created by Alex Davis.
Produced by SIIRO.
Mixed by Ra Duke at the Ain't Shit Studio.

Let the Month of Siiro commence.

YOUNGOJGOTCOKEINMYGLOVE (prod. by SIIRO)

BARRYMELROSE ft. Ra Duke (prod. by SIIRO)

and we charge it all to a bitch.

performed by alexander davis.
mixed by raoul dookie.

TYB (prod. by ytsudyssupay)

deez niggas move too slow n we ain't wit it.

the ep coming soon, y'all. i promise :)

Smoke It All Myself ft. Ra Duke (prod. by SIIRO)

Front Street: A tribute to the 90's.
3rd single off of Faux Paradise.

LYRICS:

Front Street, with the skunk deep in my lungs, si.
Run and see the young chief with a beat and a dumb steez 
and I'll beat any dumb b that tries keeping my club’s schemes 
from occurring, and I'm current, I'm flowing like fucking torrents. 
So It Seems on my hat, DFG on my tank top.
Trying to raise the ante up and leave the fucking bank MOP’d.
Bae, stop? Don't want to hear it like Rapunzel.
And when son blow, some hoes'll be gung ho 
all of a sudden. I'm calling the bluff of enemies.
Y'all the shit? Shitttt my nigga, you must be shitting me.
In the crib, leaned with some hoes that just love the team. 
My Jules Verne gleam, my pockets deep as hella leagues.
Twenty thou’ to be exact in my 511s, 
in the 911, two girls going 9/11… 
That’s down; I'm up for some adventure. 
That hit killed her; beat the pussy to avenge her. 
I search Bing, chugging these Yuenglings. 
Want to be different, so I write verses in wingdings. 
Ching ching. A reach like Ming swings. 
With a crown and some wings, it’s the spring fling king

A mastermind with the hash in mind. 
I chase cash; pack a pipe to pass the time. 
Adolescence: one day I’ll learn my lesson.
Adolescence: what a wonderful blessing.

A mastermind with the hash in mind. 
I chase cash; pack a pipe to pass the time. 
Adolescence: what a wonderful blessing
Adolescence: one day I’ll learn my lesson.


Hey, I just lay and think, man. 
Run through the jungle of life and dodge the quicksand. 
Like hey man, it's the Gang Shit Ain’t Klan. 
My mind makes masterpiece; brain's a paint can. 
Shade past tan with some fat hands like trash cans 
but with rap, man. I see all like CT scans. 
Creep shit: Mr. Back of the Black Van, 
hop out in the black vans. So fly like a captain. 
The bars, man I'm trapped in. 
The shows that I'm cast in. 
All I do is expand-- god damn I'm the Pac-10
or maybe the ‘Pac of 2013. Y'all guessed early: Apocalypse 2013. 
Trying to make my cash stack like sandbags. 
Young whippersnapper showing my ass; my pants/parents mad
but my pants don't sag. Catch me in the fitted type 
with a pipe packed, a big mac and a British wife, 
discussing life and its beautiful habits.
Turkoglu on the juice, man I'm due for some magic. 
When it comes to drugs and sluts: the bluest, the baddest. 
I’m storming the palace with grey goose up in my chalice. 
It's Alex.

A mastermind with the hash in mind. 
I chase cash; pack a pipe to pass the time. 
Adolescence: one day I’ll learn my lesson.
Adolescence: what a wonderful blessing


Front Street (prod. by J Dilla)

FIRST OFFICIAL TAPE FROM MIAMI RAPPER ALEX DAVIS. "The self-indulgent ramblings of a young man that's trapped in the faux."

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