tired (p.atlasv1)

https://youtu.be/pcdFhwbZ6AI?si=A3ltPZVV3x3qgnRI

Not a hero (video in description)

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lambtruck (jowisen + rayzuu)

broken (prod. vvsmalibu + heygwuapo)

yall, we did it. a song of mine BLEW UP. I LOVE YALL AGHHHHHH! FAME OTW YALL ALREADY KNOW. THANK YALL FOR EVERYTHING ❤️
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grown now
Produced By: yvngonce
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Lyrics:

*jacari adlibs*

(1, 2, 3 ,4!)

always was together, im alone now
all the shit you bought me, i done thrown out
you cant be my baby, girl you grown now
we shouldn't do dis, we should slow down
coulda made dis work, and girl, i told how

once the woman of my dreams, ill never play yah
i can give less of a fuck what these hoes sayin'
i would kill bout every man and prove its fate, yah
pop a x, and pop a perc; dont feel okay, yah

IM "the man [you] want" QUIT LYIN TO MY FACE, GIRL
SO OBSESSED, BUT HOW TF AM I GON' WAIT, GIRL?
SAID THAT YOU GON' BE ALONE, BUT NO YOU AINT GIRL!
(don't want you upset, just tell me what to say, girl)

*jacari adlibs*

yuh,
i wont run back, run back
your friends callin' me, fuck dem, fuck dat
i cant even think, you say words too fast
i should prolly leave, but u too bhad
too bad for me..

grown now

walk dat walk

*Wear headphones for a better experience*

Promise you

i put my all into this tape i hope yall enjoy it as much as i do <3
i love u all so much
shout out to all the producers that helped me work on this album i couldn't have done it without them
shout out to all of my friends and collaborators who helped me get where i am today and put this tape out for u all
shout out to my management for helping me get this platform to share with u guys
shout out to my mom for always supporting me with whatever i do 


bye for now
- east

wobble yo top (@evilgrinlux + @litwanvision + @1eighteenn)

(Ah, East!)

woah woah oh, 
feel like osama amiri im wit it
feelin like thugger i count up the digits
feel like tory cause i ain't been broke in a minute
dj khaled all im doing is winning
my money so tall but your money a midget
four car garage and not one of them rented
big body lambtruck and its 5% tinted (let's go)

had to go to LV in a new aventador drop a bag go crazy (okay)
and i be up in the stu all day all of yall be bums yall lazy
i been getting money i been getting racks all day
hundred thousand bands in the bag okay (a hundred milli)

woah, i been counting bankrolls make like ten woah (oh, okay)
me and twin finna pull up in a wraith
speakers bumpin' so loud turn the bass up
and im down in tampa like the rays
i be stagediving like im che (yeah)
know east stay poppin
alexander mcqeen mix it with the prada
huh, brand knew coupe yeah and its a drop-top
money through the roof know i got a lot (yeah)
got a hundred rounds sitting in this choppa
yeah he wanna play and he finna get rocked (yeah)
on a mission i feel like the rock (yeah)
talk down you get slapped up chris rock (yeah)
drop down boy u cant be at the top yeah
dover street comme des garçons what i bought (yeah)
comme des- comme des garçons what i bought (yeah)

had to go to LV in a new aventador drop a bag go crazy (okay)
and i be up in the stu all day all of yall be bums yall lazy
i been getting money i been getting racks all day
hundred thousand bands in the bag okay (a hundred milli)

told lil shawty wassup
come over yeah i told her pull up
i be goin to the sky like im doin pull ups
yeah all they do copycat
monkey see monkey do yeah all of dat
got sum dinner for two cause shawty bad
go downtown we be eatin hella good man

lambtruck (@1jowisen + @rayzuu.flp)

Know I probably smell high, if they ass can’t tell why.
He go down, we blast—bye.
I smoke till I pass out,
wait till I pull that cash out.
She probably going pass out.
Know you gone like, “Damn, why?”
We going blow they ass down.
I can’t lie, I’m camera shy
till we pull that flash out.
All these drugs I swear I’m on,
I might fuck around, lash out.
Yeah, I swear I’m never wrong,
but when they right, I crash out.

Huh, yeah, she camera shy
till she pull that ass out.
Tell my brudda, “Go get mad,”
yeah, he finna crash out.
Man, I swear I be so sad
till I pull that cash out.
We got bullets, let ’em fly
till you hear a man down.
My hoe a dancer;
I throw money bands, bruh.
I like how she moving,
know she might just be the one, bruh.
My hoe never switch, and if she do that
she get cut, bruh.
If I throw the lob, my bro finna hit—
won’t put it past yuh.
(Tag the team, tag the team.)

So much fucking cash, bruh.
She got so much ass, yuh.
Hop inside that brand-new S-Class;
they see me swerve past yuh.
He not popping shit like me—
he gotta get his cash up.
I get high, yeah, I blow weed;
I just went in my stash, yuh.
She tryna talk, I don’t wanna speak
unless you gon’ come over and fuck.
I can’t put my gun up
if I keep going up.
They hate but showing love.
She gagging, throwing up.
You on yo own, bruh.
Stack my racks so fucking high,
blunt put me in coma.
I just don’t wanna fucking die.
Yuh, I tote that chrome, bruh.
I might joke, but I can’t lie—
had to put that phone up,
this bitch keep tryna blow my line.

This bitch keep tryna blow my lungs;
I get so high, smoke another one.
We spin shit out—no one-and-done.
She just wanna eat, can’t have my son.
I get high, I’m smoking ganja;
what is on yo mind, yuh?
If it’s ’bout these other hoes,
I fuck her just one time, yuh.
Put it up—
put it up, bring it down.
Lil hoe get fucked, go around.
If it’s ’bout my brudda,
man, I promise I won’t play around.
I’ma crash out;
I get in my bag now.
Man, I love my lil hoe—
she go ahead, go pull that ass out.
Swear I love my niggas;
we going get it,
move that pack out.

crashout w/ wtfmarc

amir

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