Ya Like Jazz? (feat. onlywoke) (prod. Sai)

When depression; despair; and addiction kick in how far will you go? So Far Gone

So Far Gone feat.; Lowkea

Friends With The Monsters <prod. vitals>

I thought I would forget but guess I didn’t
So many moments that showed me I’m blessed and pretty different 
I did a lot of shit that people thought they did but didn’t  
Know how to make all types of art that I can point em out and say I did em 

I just be smoking the gas it’s too loud 
I swear I really can’t hear myself speak 
It be 4 in the morning I’m up writing heat to some really my type lil baby plug beat 
I be gone in my sleep I be higher than trees
Pay no mind to the birds all they do is just tweet 
I don’t think they  want beef or the smoke so they don’t end up being the cherry I light on my spleeze

Run it up 
Yeah just run it up 
I know that I drove here but go on and fill my cup 
Yeah I’ll take an Uber after bitch go fill my cup 
Ima down yours too I may just black out before 1 

If you just got outta work then put your hands up 
If you full time watching babies put your hands up 
If you got your own built business put your hands up 
Put your hands up I said put your hands up 
If you out here making music put your hands up 
If you know that you a winner put your hands up
No this not a heist or police get them hands up
We not tryna fight nobody but just throw them hands up  

It be moments like this that’ll make me remember 
I’m really a bad bitch
Look how I’m stopping this traffic 
I’ll cross to contribute to madness 
That nigga just crashed it (oops)
He got lost in the way that I walk cause I had thang thanging 

This one for my bitches with them insecurities 
I just wanna say you’re bad and fuck what them lil niggas think 
Go get dressed for you
Yes I noticed your du 
If that nigga don’t 
Then go get a new boo

If he be on lame shit 
Who is he to say that you should stay and get the same shit
You define yourself and who you are you want that sane shit 
Go and shout it out and maybe this’ll make me famous 
I ain’t gonna fake it 

I just be smoking the gas it’s too loud 
I swear I really can’t hear myself speak 
It be 4 in the morning I’m up writing heat to some really my type lil baby plug beat 
I be gone in my sleep I be higher than trees
Pay no mind to the birds all they do is just tweet 
I don’t think they  want beef or the smoke so they don’t end up being the cherry I light on my spleeze

Run it up 
Yeah just run it up 
I know that I drove here but go on and fill my cup 
Yeah I’ll take an Uber after bitch go fill my cup 
Ima down yours too I may just black out before 1 

If you just got outta work then put your hands up 
If you full time watching babies put your hands up 
If you got your own built business put your hands up 
Put your hands up I said put your hands up 
If you out here making music put your hands up 
If you know that you a winner put your hands up
No this not a heist or police get them hands up
We not tryna fight nobody but just throw them hands up

Minor Insecurities

Consequence of Sound: “Not everyone has an idea about who or what they want to be by kindergarten. Queens rapper Bambi Bandz (née: Ambar Cruceta) is an exception. By the age of three, she was already reading and writing, the only student in her class to do so. Now, nearly two decades later, she’s put that talent to the test with her unstoppable brand of hip-hop.
‘Whenever I write a song, I like to tell a story,’ Bambi says, arguing: ‘People are so used to women rapping about sex, drugs, men … that’s not what I’m focused on.’ It isn’t. Bambi is more focused on telling genuine narratives, painting vivid portraits of triumph that also double as mission statements.”

Minor Insecurities

Bambi Bandz

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