(MIXED/MASTERED by Luca Nicchiarelli)

Yea my rickety Rick is stapled to my side

Yet i know someone sneakin round and robbin blind

And my bank account being measured so precise

That if anything happened we would find the guy

I can’t stay here fa long Im pickin up my ride

Just got a New rari matchin red n white

And my wraith is my limo, driver just arrived


On the way to pick up my 599

599 




Ion like the vibes that u be sendin me

Think your better me your only a percent of me

don’t got the time for that kinda energy

Always knew you fake but couldn’t get it real

I shoulda read the signs I bet I never will



I’m too high I’m too high I’m floating to the sky

And there’s nothing to tie me down except my eyes

Started watering up as I was boutta fly

Now I can’t see a thing and I’m about to dive

All the weight on my shoulders just won’t let me rise

Now I’m falling back down to earth to my demise

Straight to my demise 


Money makes the mind numb 

I can feel the heart beat in my chest

Thumping like gunfire and drums

And I see it come back to focus 

Loosing my mind to insecure emotions 

I gotta keep my game up no recourses

I put a bently down into the ocean



On the way to pick up my 599

599

599 (Rarri Season)

(MIXED/MASTERED by Luca Nicchiarelli) (Artwork by Jon Thompson)

Pullin up in a huayra

Goin fast v 12 in a spiral

Pullin up in a huayra

Lambo rairi ain’t shit make it viral




New pagani light it up from day to night for just a hit of the pyro


Bitch gon pull whenever got the pussy wetter I’m gon eat it like gyro

Hide the money in the dresser bring that pressure we gon kill em like kylo 

Speed racer whippin swerving in the roadie through the city of Cairo

Grip the handles harder baby we gon take a trip way down onto My road


Had a bitch go Psycho 

Never liked That hoe

Down to fuck for sure

Take the hammer like thor

And she want sum more

And I got sum got sum

lil bitch want more

I ain’t got some got some


We kill em like Scottie it ain’t no contest

Pop out to my show we got hit em no context

You know baby I got them contacts

Could I make it if I signed that contract

Could I move out to Cali get them bags packed


Get a lil life take a step back

Spend a whole life just to make a rack

Dreaming bout a life whipping speeding fast on the race track

Imagine 3 mil for a hyper car 

Im imagining mils for my hyper car


Pullin up in a huayra

Goin fast v 12 in a spiral

Pullin up in a huayra

Lambo rairi ain’t shit make it viral

PAGANI (pulling up in a huayra)

One thing I’m searching for
Is a piece of me floating 
In a stream up the way
Run to the current strong
But the stream turns to river
And the river turns to lake x2

My way
Or the highway
No way
That’s not how work should be done
Loosen your grip on the tongue
Let it all flow from your lungs

And they ask if I’m okay 
As the rapids near the damn
And I know that I’ll get crushed there
If I cannot swim away x3

One thing I’m searching for
Is a piece of me floating 
In a stream up the way
Run to the current strong
But the stream turns to river
And the river turns to lake x2


And the sunset turns to rain 
As I swim against the tide
And the thought comes to my head
Will I ever walk again
And The water on keeps rising
I must let go of the pain
Now What was I chasing
But A shadow in the veil
And The past is all behind now
Just The ashes of a flame
below the murky water
Where my inner child

Big M8

Pinned to spotlight

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