Ds studio

ONLY THE REAL WILL KNOW

top of the line

I need to know 
What I’m dealin 
It seems like you 
Don’t give a fuck
Bout a thing 
I gotta feeling 
Cuz I been around 
And I’ve seen a lot of things 
I’ma sinner now (x2)
(x4)

I need u in the morning when I wake up 
I feel at home in a room full of stranger 
And ima rolling stone 
But i feel as tho
I could be with u right now
(x2)

I want a little more
Than I’m getting from this life 
I’ve been living low
Can you shed a little light
So I can see the floor 
Spread my wings a little wider
So my demons don’t,
Catch me
You’re always mad when I’m happy 
Fuck is that?
What’s the meaning exactly?
And what’s your angle?
I’ve been seeing you 
And really I don’t give a fuck,
Forgive me
Actually…
I don’t give a fuck 
If you’re rolling with me
Or against me
Im feeling tipsy
Im feeling dizzy
Im feeling frisky 
Lord forgive me
I got a monster in me
That rain hell fire on the city 
I’ma real one
I said a real one!

SINNER

From the BX, 
Brooklyn to Queens, 
Staten, 
don’t forget about the heart
Manhattan,
All my people
Come together 
Let’s get it crackin,
Get money 
Get rich 
Let’s make it happen
X2

Young gunna cuzzo
Straight outa Manhattan 
Uptown
Where we run wild
With them guns out 
We
Having fun now
Without a doubt 
But when it’s time to step
You know we got them guns 
It’s 5 boro family connect
With Gangsta niggas that’ll die for their respect
Never cashed a check
Cuz we gettin cash up in the projects
And fuckin with our cash 
You get smacked with a foreign object
But for the most part 
We ain’t livin
We surviving
In this concrete jungle 
If u ain’t with it 
Then u dyin 
I’m not talking bout gun shots 
Or getting stabbed 
I’m talking bout them cowards(NYPD)
And Bloomberg’s bitch ass
But fuck 
I’m out to get cash
Push bricks to push whips
We out there like the postal
Rain 
Sleet 
Hail or snow 
Delivering that poison
See it’s that young gunna
Cuzzo
Two steps in front of death
Two behind trouble
Whatever boro you find me in
I pair my guns in double 
And shot double digit shots 
From each gun that’s being doubled 
Stop!
And a mami givin
Double head wappp
With a Jamaican shorty 
Jumpin off the c****
Ran up in that b**** so hard
I untwisted her dreadlock 
She came back a week later 
Talkin bout 
Her neck popped!
Breathe and stop!
Find me in the 5 Boros 
Till I breathe and stop!
Whether a cop bags me
While I leave the spot
Or a fiend coming up 
Say he need his rock
You gon find me in my hood 
And we can’t stop 
So we won’t stop!
Call me conceited or cocky 
But cuzzo, 
Why you so hot? 
I’m from the city
 where we rock the latest fashion
And where you think
That shorty JLo gets that ass from 

From the BX, 
Brooklyn to Queens, 
Staten, 
don’t forget about the heart
Manhattan,
All my people
Come together 
Let’s get it crackin,
Get money 
Get rich 
Let’s make it happen
X2

Get your talk on
I’ll get my walk on 
I’m from the block where niggas
Is scared to walk on or talk on
Quick to cross the street and hurry the fuck on or lose you life
On the block you walking on
Keep walking on 
And don’t even look 
Just keep walking on
Before I caught a jooks
Cuz I’m a stick up kid
Off and on
And you caught me while I’m on
So take off your charms!
I’m off them bars
Sound the alarms 
Cuzzo walkin round 
Dangerous and armed
Waving his cigar 
Packed inside with
Blazin marijuan
Blazed out of his mind
Holdin on his gun 
Guess which one
I keep my mind untamed and thoro
Mentality came from in the 5 boros
Find me riding hi inside the 5 boros
And even when I die 
You gon find my body lying inside 
The 5 boros 
And even tho we need between each other 
It’s silly 
Cuz with one
How can we be 
The great NYCity 
Show the world we got love for each other 
All my niggas in the boros
Show the love in the 

BX, 
Brooklyn to Queens, 
Staten, 
don’t forget about the heart
Manhattan,
All my people
Come together 
Let’s get it crackin,
Get money 
Get rich 
Let’s make it happen
X2

5 boro family

I kill em with the flow 
Nîgga I am really in the zone
Hit em in the nose 
Leave em tryna get a little more
Teacher, I’ma sinner to the bone
Keep a bundle sitting by my ball
Suck my balls 
Suck on my dick and my balls
Round of applause 
I am the hottest of all
Pack in the sauce 
I’m out with the sound of the law 
 Yup thats all!!
I’m the boss 
Lock ya doors
I’m poppin off
Rocket on me 
Locked and loaded
Lots of ammo 
Like the army
Time to pony 
Up
It’s only love 
When moneys up   
When the moneys 
Gone
 they ain’t showing love
That’s phony love
Nîggas gone be bums 
When the story’s done 
Yea I spit
Like a Tommy gun 
You ain’t know 
Well I’ll be darned 
You’ll never know
When I’ll be done 
Just know 
I’ll make the party jump
U wit bitches ?
I Im with mamis bro 
Type of girls 
Give sloppy dome
Throw it back 
And I barely know her 
Nîgga pop
Like a semi auto

mONEY dONT cHANGE sHIT (THATS WHAT BROKE NIGGAS  SAY)

Steady on course

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Good if you like this kinda shit. I mean.. I like it.

there first, then here

Your Light

I’ll say it with my chest 
U ain’t gotta stress when I’m here 
Walk the  street 
With ya head up high 
And without fear
I got the sharks 
Circling around here 
All my people where u at ?
 ( We out here)
Ain’t no doubt 
I bring the pistols out 
This Ain’t for clout 
Bussines is what  I’m bout 
I get down   
My fist up in to the cloud 
Look around 
My Nîggas is all around here 
It’s astounding 
Look up at your surroundings 
Get the  message 
You can keep it
With the pound key


When it’s cloudy  
And the sky lookin omuinous 
Remember there’s a point to all of this 
Take note of this  
stay away
from chicken heads 
and gossipers 
Talkin shit
Like a bank with a counterfeit 
Dont deposit it

Know the consequence
Always make good on ur promises 
Or I promise
you’ll regret it man   
I say that shit with confidence. Live by the law?
Na I choose to do the Opposite
Without a lawyer 
Don’t be talkin to the officers 
/Without the evidence 
They’ll  lose
That vote of confidence
Tell em 
mind they business
Stay on top of it
Keep them 2 cents 
For when they bring in  
the phycologist
I ain’t with the politics
I’m just tryna keep 
Anonymous
All the problems/ that I get
How they started?
 I forget
How dramatic/ the drama gets
Where the hardest thing to find /
Is common sense

These Niggas filled with heavy metal
They Kinda dense
That’s why I only fucks with u
And not the rest 

record the time of death 

Its lookin kinda tense 
I’m tired of this
Tell the government 
I’ll teach my kids
About tolerance
in my business
How the Fuck u get inside of it
Fuck them politicians
They don’t care 
if I die or live
So ima ride with my homies
Every time I get

I hide my money 
Way the fuck
 from this economy
Only the rich 
Are profiting 
Keep pretending that you gonna get apologizes

I know exactly what ya problem is 
You in a line of falling dominos 
how u think you gon succeed  surrounded by incompetence
You need to know what  time it is 
I’ll be the 4th horseman
Of the 
Apocalypse 
Pay homage kid 



        * 
        * What you think gon happen
        * 4 horsemen apocalypse 
        * I’ll be waiting
P When u bout to trip . 
put a stop to it 
Like the  bitch  
ridin jn rhe whip
That always gotta pis

- [ ]

BELIEVE

The sun rise
Early morning
Open my eyes 
I see the warning signs
Look at my phone 
And nThere is no reply 
I feel the cold 
I’m on the boarder of
Insomnia 
Callin ya 
Callin ya
Callin ya 
There’s no amount of sorries 
That I can offer
To show regret 

I tried To tell ya
To remember 
This is all a lesson 
Given by our lord
With blessint 
This is what I’m 
Gon confess

I’m sorry 
No Im not

SORRY (N0 IM NOT!)

Roll Up Lyrics

Yea 
It’s A R P (the ASSAULT RIFLE)
Pe-Ri-Ko
Inwood Inwood MOTHERFUCKER
PERIKKKKOOO

When I come 
better run
Better hide 
Better jump
Better slide me the blunt 
Better slide me the gun  
Gonna line Nîggas up 
The like the barber in here 
When I hike up the pump 
Watch them all disappear 
Lie if you want 
I’m the thug of the year 
Fine bitches hurt
Cuz I fucked up her hair (haha)
Say what you want homie 
I just don’t care
Ain’t nothing fun 
Gonna come outa here (Nope!)
Bitch I’m a loner 
Pardon my stare 
I am the wrong one
To try to compare 
I am the wrong one to fight up in here 
Cuz all alone I’m a lion and bear. 
Número uno 
The champion’s here
Change the flow up
Like a vodka and beer
Jameson 
fill the cup up to the brim
Trust me ain’t none of ya fuckin with him

Roll up on ya click 
trust me I don’t miss  
I’m coming for your shit. 
Im   letting u know this !

Roll up on ya click ima roll up on ya click. Roll up on ya click ima roll up on ya click 

When I Roll up on ya click 
trust me I don’t miss  
I’m coming for your shit. 
Im   letting u know this !

Right on Broadway it’s the homicide gang 
I said right on Broadway it’s the homicide gang. 

Don’t come where I’m from 
It’s a rough place.
Smelling like a cup cake 
Your girl about to call 
What the fuck man
I hate it when my phone starts to update 
When you done making love man
Ima give her what she wants man
Grab her by the throat 
And tell her she’s djisgusting 
Hard dick what she want 
A finger in butt 
Till she sing from the guts 
I live how I want
I’m sicker than what 
I spit throwing up 
Badda bing batta what 
Hurry bitch I’m bout to nut 
Yea I said 
I live jow I want 
And it’s only cuz 
I give zero fucks 
 

Roll up on ya click 
trust me I don’t miss  
I’m coming for your shit. 
Im   letting u know this !

Roll up on ya click ima roll up on ya click. Roll up on ya click ima roll up on ya click 

When I Roll up on ya click 
trust me I don’t miss  
I’m coming for your shit. 
Im   letting u know this !

ROLL UP FEAT. BRIT BRAT

HOMEGROWN WRITTEN AND PRODUCED BY A.R.PERIKO

(Intro)
Yeah, 
it's AR. P
Perikoooo!
They think it's a game
know I ain't playing bro,
Im'a show you how we don't play like that

(Chorus)
You came to play so go and play 
You came to play
It’s all a game 
You came to play 
But what I’m saying is 

You came to play 
But I came to win (x4)

They say the way I spend money ain't too healthy for my bank account 
But the way I make it says I dunno what you talkin' bout 

I play to win 
So when I play, I play big 
Scared money don’t make money
So I’m all in 

This life is uncertain 
Only death close the curtain
So where the money goes
I’ll be right behind lurkin'

Some days I got a lotta 
Others my pockets hurtin'
Sometimes you gotta learn the hard way it’s not worth it 

Listen for the schemes or
When somebody tryna jerk you 
Shake what’s in ya pocket and
See every last person
profit off of a product

Better have what u serving
So till the day I die,
Trust I’ma be riding dirty 

(Chorus)
You came to play so go and play 
You came to play
It’s all a game 
You came to play 
But what I’m saying is 

You came to play 
But I came to win (x4)

(Outro)
Perikooo!
A.R.P.
This ain't a game



Written By: Aris Pichardo

PLAY (THE WINNER) AND LOSE PRODUCED BY A R.PERIKO

CEASE TO BREATHE ON WRITTEN AND PRODUCED MY AR.PERIKO

COLD CASE

IVORY TOWERs PRODUCED AND WRITTEN BY ARPERIKO(2022)

11-22-22(NOT AROUND)V4.wav

100% ORIGINAL content produced entirely by 
yours truly, AR. P!
EVERY track has been inspired by my true life events.

Get to know me more on Instagram: @AR.Periko 

HIS-STORY:
     I was introduced to the street life at a young age being raised in INWOOD HILL, Manhattan. Fast money that I made in those streets brought forth blessings, curses, success, and heartache. 
     
     At SIXTEEN, I was hospitalized for a blunt force trauma to my forehead from a wood bat that left a permanent part at the front of my hairline.      
     At SEVENTEEN, I was shot through my upper back where the bullet nicked my aorta and also caused my lung to collapse.(never mind who it was, he got his…)
     At EIGHTEEN, I was arrested and imprisoned for the sale and distribution of narcotics within a college campus.

I've lived and loved hard.
I've lost it all and learned the hard way- time and time again.
Against all odds.
Yet, I've always managed to come out on top.

I don't claim to be a 'gangster' or tough guy.
My music, much like the scars you see on my body is a living testimony of my stories- the stories of a REAL ONE.

Now I'm here to share these stories with you.

If only one of you can relate/ like/ enjoy/ bop to/ and feel my music-
then ALL of this is worth every ounce of work, love, and dedication I've put into my music.

I appreciate YOU all for following and giving my work a 'LIKE'.

This is all for YOU.

                          ** .. ALL stories are ABSOLUTELY 100%..**
                        ** TRUE and can be verified by THE HOOD! **