CORSA

Precision

Skyami

high3r (feat. Lil Yachty & Lil Wayne)

Life's A Gamble

Not In The Mood

Baby Girl On The Way

Better Me Than You

Iconic

This N That

It Is What It Is

SISTA WIVES (from the Short Film "Red Clay")

[Intro]
They told me slow down — I heard rust.
I turned rust into armor, now the city know my name.

[Verse 1]
Came up in the gutters, lights never let me breathe,
Mama prayin’ for a miracle while the block schemed.
Counted every comma before I saw a dime,
Paper taught me loyalty, the game taught me time.
Enemies whisper threats, I stare ’em in their face,
Ledgers heavy, pockets full — I built my own space.
I move like a ghost with a hunger in my veins,
Every loss turned into power, every pain a gain.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every scar a deposit, every loss an interest gained,
I’m risin’ from the trenches with a ledger full of flame.

[Chorus]
Drippin’ cash, gettin’ bitches, heart still stitched with pain,
Risin’ up, countin’ riches, hunger flowin’ through my veins.
I want more than trophies — want the crown and the witness,
Lights flash, bodies crash — I still taste the fissures.

[Verse 2]
Stackin’ till the city screams, empire built from dirt,
No mercy for the predators who mocked my hurt.
I move with silent thunder, every loss a vow,
The kid on the stoop counting change — now he’s watchin’ how.
Women flock, bottles pop, but I still see the grind,
Every scar, every debt, is a lesson in my mind.
I turned nightmares to vision, pain into ambition,
Now the streets chant my name — respect my mission.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hunger is an oath, ambition sealed in the bank,
Risin’ warlord, unstoppable, built from pain and rank.

[Chorus]
Drippin’ cash, gettin’ bitches, heart still stitched with pain,
Risin’ up, countin’ riches, hunger flowin’ through my veins.
I want more than trophies — want the crown and the witness,
Lights flash, bodies crash — I still taste the fissures.

[Bridge]
Late nights I replay the losses that could’ve killed my soul,
Turned desperation into fire — made the hunger my control.
Ain’t just money, ain’t just fame — it’s survival and respect,
Every scar is a signature, every move a check.

[Verse 3]
Stackin’ visions taller than the buildings in my zone,
Enemies plotting, but I move like I’m alone.
Every handshake calculated, every glance a threat,
I manifest my kingdom from every single debt.
Drippin’ cash, gettin’ bitches, but my heart still bleeds,
Risin’ warlord, unstoppable — built from streets and needs.

[Chorus]
Drippin’ cash, gettin’ bitches, heart still stitched with pain,
Risin’ up, countin’ riches, hunger flowin’ through my veins.
I want more than trophies — want the crown and the witness,
Lights flash, bodies crash — I still taste the fissures.

[Outro]
Count the commas, count the scars — mark the rise.
We ain’t finished yet.

Drippin’ Cash, Gettin’ Bitches

This N That

Big Sean