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WAIT 4 ME [w/ yungicystar & mani]

@astrmani @yungicystar @eightstringss
Make America StarMani Again!!!

Prove Sumn Prod. 8strings

i’ve just been sitting and stalking for hours i think i may come and just see you instead 
wish to improve and get right with your mental when honestly bro i just wish you were dead 
quit all the faking i know how you feel i can see when you’re sitting alone on your bed 
trust what i’m saying i’m staying forever i stay in the shadows i stay in your head 

nobody’s with you the way that i am you don’t need anybody we’re better alone 
stay to yourself and get rid of them all don’t you look at a text don’t you pick up the phone
grabbing and picking and ripping the flesh off your body i think you may rip out a bone 
don’t say a thing cause we’re not gonna care it’s best that you’re silent it’s all that you’ve known 

taking a leap you can hang from a tree and i bet that nobody will realize you’re gone 
walk out the house put the gun to your head and with no hesitation there’s blood on the lawn
there’s only one single place that you’re going i’m telling you now it’s not further beyond 
don’t even think about tryna escape cause i’ll be with you soon it ain’t taking that long 

when im around ain’t no shit being taken they look at you wrong then we’re knocking em off
don’t put your trust in a singular person they try to come in then we’re blocking them off
i know you’re tired and tired and tired you’re taking some pills now you’re nodding it off 
i hope you see the mistake you just made now you’re not coming back and i’m watching it all 

prod cpo3

im watching and wishing you were fucking dead

happy fathers day
this is not a diss on my dad

i dont even care no mo  😂😂 prod me

cause I’m zoned out and I’m speeding on the highway,
do it how I do it and I only do it my way,
why the  do I park my car in a driveway?
cause I’m flying above all yall like a skyway,

man everybody really tryna be this,
carefree and careless ima keep this,
she looking at me like she need this,
like I’m godsend I’m holy like Jesus,

With the place that I’m coming in,
race that I’m funding in
face that im making when the 
mace starts pummeling,

What you break you can take,
but you pay for the stuff again,
And you rake all the leaves that your stuffing in,

Every week it’s the same damn shuffle,
Gas up, mask up, flex like muscle,
Pour heart in a verse just to watch it crumble,
Thumbs scroll past while your dreams just tumble,

Said the fame come fast if you stay on the hustle,
But all I got's deadlines, debt, and a puzzle,
If the game’s rigged then I’m done with the muzzle,
Say the wrong shit now they clutchin’ the duffle,

Burn out bright, then they light the candle,
Cut out tight, now my soul’s a sample,
Talk deep thoughts but it's just a scandal,
Make noise loud enough, still they can't channel

And the wind blow it back so you do it again,
Like a loop with no end, got no message to send,
Just a hand on a pen, with no plan to pretend,
Still I’m scribblin’ lines that I’ll never defend,

Told the truth once, they called it useless,
Now I dumb it down just to prove I can do this…
Shaping my pain to something you can cruise with,
All I had left was nothing I could lose with,

Tryna shape my pain into somethin’ you could cruise with,
But all I had left was the nothin’ I could lose with…
We got talent we don’t use it so we make Nothing Muzik,

Nothing Muzik

lyrics:

yo bitch gimme face in my whip on god
smoking plenty strains so my brain dont wildout
yeh da wrist insane kno u see the ice lil ma
switchy splatter pain nigga now i gotta clean out

she wan smoke my pain now she feen now
smoke tht dutchie doobie til i pass out
she dont know my name i think this bitch jus wanna
she dont know my name she wanna smash now
she wan blow my song
she say she dont know ya lil nigga we cant get along
deep inside the doja bag i keep a strap it getcha gone
he wan talk on brodie nem but wont even pick up the call

wtw what ya heard im gettin turnt now
couple things inside my life that jus ain turn out
boy yo music ass this aint no burnout 

up all nite yeh yk i hit it again 
infared, beams thru the tint of the whip when we spinn

burnout prod ivvys bkwds

killjae rmx
ig: @whoisajinn

two years later
hbd to me

failed rapper turned pimp
out here beating y'all ass
must've thought he was evil, huh?
9:15, arms up, hitting him and his bitch
now he calling for Cecil
"affiliated," he a wimp
I was taken aback by the fact
that we thought he was lethal
got 20k for the hit, the nigga ain't Gamgee
who's really black and feeble, bitch?

now go thank Cody and Mani for keeping you around
or you wouldn't be rapping and shit
and go thank Bray for the layering style you took
otherwise you'll be screaming and shit
you calling me "washed," but you glazed my shit
you was up in the vc rapping my lyrics 
you tried to paint me as a weirdo, I ain't forget
no more of talkin' shit, I ain't hearin' it

applying the pressure
that pussy ass don't wanna get in the booth
until you do that, better quit all that chattin'
cuz I'm a loose cannon, I'll make you go poof, lil nigga
don't pull that age diff shit
if you act like a snake, then you bound to get bit
finna pop out the rave, boutta hit me a lick
then I'll walk through yo hood with my hand on my dick

I could set up that boy, but I can't do it yet
them hollow tips ripping the skin off ya chest
you strolling the burbs wit a bulletproof vest
tried to talk out ya neck then ya ass got pressed
kept leaving the group, kept getting me vexxed
we breaching yo trust, like, ain't that a jest?
you fuck with the Saints, then you finna get blessed
you know that we better, just give it a rest

he thinking he Blade or sum
that nigga out looking like '14 Mensa
he baring the teeth and gums
one punch and he spitting them up
like a pez dispenser
Jajanken, imma catch him broad daylight
give 'em the open hand, fist, or the deuce
either way, the shit gonna hit like Enhancers
why ain't you slide? You still haven't given an answer
came with a Pole, I'm hitting up Vixen to guide yo soul
delivered that shit like a present, they calling me Prancer
doing the Dash, them bullets start Blitzin' him
made that lil bitchboy turn to a dancer
them red flags shining brighter than Rudolph
nigga, I should've known that yo ass
would've turned to a cancer

we could've been cool by now, but you ruined that shit
when you tucked tail, spitting that bullshit slander
ion why you would try me like that, you weren't there
when the first one tried that shit
they made that lil boy life hell, they got his ass fired
I had his ass begging to get me to quit
I digress, shit's old news
but don't think that shit can't happen to you
I ain't the same as I once was
but if you tryna press, shii I'll go introduce him to you

it's only a matter of time til you turn to yo father
and gon start beating yo bitch
and it's only a matter of time til you get a big head
and start ghosting yo clique, all over some dumb shit
nigga ain't robbin' nobody, he pussy
I told dat boy to get his ass up on that field
he holdin' that shit like a muhfuckin rookie
now he want a cookie, he out here thinking he saving the I.E.
nigga you ain't
you said you the "MVP" or some shit?
you weren't even the MVP as a Saint

BEAU (LYRICS IN DESC.)

looking back on the past now prod dom

you know you want me.

lyrics:

I know it's hard to admit it
but we both know that it's true
she all in your bed, I'm all in your head
she don't like me talking to you
you always come 'round when they acting out
you worried that she might be following you
location is off, your hands on my waist
you couldn't even wait til we got in the room

I think you want her to know
she puts up a front by making you think that she cares
but you know that she don't
shit, I've seen it myself
don't lie to yourself, she thinks you're a loser
talking just to get dismissed
when's the last time that you fucked her?
ain't that 'bout a bitch

hey, look me in my face
you know I can put your mind at ease
that's why you always at my place
you say that it's wrong, but you don't wanna stop
you wanna feel good for a change
start roaming my hands all over your skin
and now we're on the same page

looking at me like that
I can tell that you really don't care
you're wanting your flesh in my teeth
and my hand wrapped up in your hair
you know that you're mine when the covers shut
and it makes you flare
I never said shit was sweet
if she knew me, she'd know I don't like to share

I know it's hard to admit it
but we both know that it's true
she all in your bed, I'm all in your head
she don't like me talking to you
you always come 'round when they acting out
you worried that she might be following you
location is off, your hands on my waist
you couldn't even wait til we got in the room

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