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#scfirst
episode 2: “Near.”

produced by luvblue, truce

written by luvblue

mixed by truce

composed: luvblue, truce

vocalist: luvblue

lyricist: luvblue



summary of the episode:

in therapy as the main character is putting on act as if he was sad about his girlfriend’s death.

NEAR.

Smoke to much ima throw up,
pop my shit ima' go up,
stand on my bread go like 4 up,
niggas mad that I been got my doe up,
Rick Owen my tee bitch you know us,
you gon' switch no snake no cobra,
doin this shit I got no love.

I got my bread up,
rick on my feet bitch you know us,
feel like Tony' bitch who can I trust.
I got my bread up,
rick on my feet bitch you know us,
feel like Tony' bitch who can I trust.

Smoke to much ima throw up,
pop my shit ima' go up,
stand on my bread go like 4 up,
niggas mad that I been got my doe up,
Rick Owen my tee bitch you know us,
you gon' switch no snake no cobra,
doin this shit I got no love.

Smoke to much ima throw up,
pop my shit ima' go up,
stand on my bread go like 4 up,
niggas mad that I been got my doe up,
Rick Owen my tee bitch you know us,
you gon' switch no snake no cobra,
doin this shit I got no love.

I got my bread up,
rick on my feet bitch you know us,
feel like Tony' bitch who can I trust.
I got my bread up,
rick on my feet bitch you know us,
feel like Tony' bitch who can I trust.

Smoke to much ima throw up,
pop my shit ima' go up,
stand on my bread go like 4 up,
niggas mad that I been got my doe up,
Rick Owen my tee bitch you know us,
you gon' switch no snake no cobra,
doin this shit I got no love.

cant trust a soul

cant trust a soul prod me

reeks - yes man (alexcheyz)

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above the rim

vocals by me + @bryalle
@prodturro

bigger bucks than any nigga

had to get yo nigga out the picture

i swear these choppa bullets like a missle

nigga mad i’m fucking on his sister

ksubi’d up ksubi’d up ksubi’d up

bitch i’m rocking ksubi the denim 

who the fuck who the fuck who the fuck

nigga pussy i swear we gone get him

like yo! (waddup?)

you good?  (i’m up)

she broke i’m up

get choked and fucked

yea my girl she a freak wit it

ima kill that lil hoe i don’t mean different 

i got rick pants match the mink with it

i got rich friends yea we eat different um

tell my new hoe just pass me the check

in the telly get turned to a pet

i turn yo hoe to a dog make her fetch 

what the fuck do i look like?

bitch i’m finna roll up tell me goodnight

yea i like my hoes bad but polite

she like to get on my ass when i’m high

had to tell her shut up

bryalle 

shut the fuck up

no ian wes

got me a tec

if he want smoke then boy that’s a bet

that shit hit is nose that lil boy got recked 

get the fuck out! you rocking reps

i got mf villain got-

and i shot the gun nigga hit his neck 

that hoe a dog, she can get pet

broke nigga got no ricks

pockets donni getting too fat

bitch i’m on yo ass

these niggas be pussy they cat

yea i heard his new tape that shit trash 

and we hit yo man’s get back

and these niggas can’t show me a rack

-

#scfirst

up ft bryalle (turro)

#scfirst

happy birthday to me
(prod truce)

pinkpantheress - boy's a liar

LYRICS:
geeked up, yeah bitch i'm geeked up
yeah bitch i'm fried / want a free feat I denied
cant fuck with dat hoe she a lie
no bitch i cannot fuck with no liar
downbad i dont wanna back tho
real slimey nigga quick to backdoor
i lost my touch nigga but i'm back doe
now ask me if i'm the greatest imma nod
he acting tuff we know that's a facade bitch
my brother can't even leave without his rod
you can get blicked up like you Raud
good gas got me higher den god 
bitch nigga send him higher den god
how you switch on yo brother that's odd
i kick that boy out like a mod

i fuck yo hoe dont give a fuck
i fuck yo hoe dont give a damn
he wanna feat, tax 'em Uncle Sam
they study me, niggas tryna cram
bitch we unique, why you stealing sounds
yo shit is cheap, drip from lost and found
i can tell that hoe get around
that ain't yo hoe nigga she just for the town
and i'm sippin mud this shit ain't brown
patek my wrist this shit make a nigga drown
play with my dog choppa put a nigga down
we broke up but a nigga uppy now
say you better than me you a tweaker
i'm in NY like Derek Jeter
pop a 10 i turn to a geeker
minus 6 pour that shit by the liter
yeah and they follow me like i'm the leader
bitch i'm the boss / and i spend a bag don't give a fuck bout the cost
and bitch i'm in the field feel like Randy Moss

geeked up, yeah bitch i'm geeked up
yeah bitch i'm fried / want a free feat I denied
cant fuck with dat hoe she a lie
no bitch i cannot fuck with no liar
downbad i dont wanna back tho
real slimey nigga quick to backdoor
i lost my touch nigga but i'm back doe
now ask me if i'm the greatest imma nod
he acting tuff we know that's a facade bitch
my brother can't even leave without his rod
you can get blicked up like you Raud
good gas got me higher den god 
bitch nigga send him higher den god
how you switch on yo brother that's odd
i kick that boy out like a mod

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