Lyrics:

Rappin so automatic think Geico

Bitch gotta give me credit like its Fico

Bitch nothin more rare then dem  sober rappers

Bitch noboy Ric flair like them older rappers

Or, that's what old heads be mumbilin

Nigga don't care bout tradition stomach grumblin

Nigga if you got skin in the game you be fumblin

(Shit give me second)

 Like Atari

Playboi this game boi like a nigga cardi

I miss days where I raged bout the simplest things

Got whole lotta death fuckin stain my Dreams

Them fuckin bars may get me Ken-in-carcerated

If I'm soarin past mars I know made it

I elong my musk roll it up and then I fade it

So far in the dust didn't know were racin

Up Up Down Down A B Start

Switch up the tracks fuckin Mario Kart

You know I'm shootin for the stars right?

So why think i'm worried bout a car aight?

You can't step up in this prism

Its my fuckin prison

Got foundation of overthinking and the blueprints missin

Gettin bored of the game, ain't nobody riskin
on a mission, my admission to fuckin court man my body rippin

(Back it up bitch)
In Half
(Back it up yeah)
Its sad
(Back it up bitch)
Its mad
(Back it up yeah)
Shit who's that
(Back it up bitch)
A f**
(Back it up yeah)
Woah my bad

Why the black community the most homophic thing out there?

Ain't nobody want to acknowldge it

(Nope)

Think that's silly 

We can't grow and prosper

if we profit off the killings

Fuck I said it

Fuck I said it

Burnin bridges with this gas un-leaded

Take me off of twitter, you get karma like its reddit

How many time you gonna shoot the messenger before you get the message?

Mom this not a phase

Its whole damn sequence

Spend too many fuckin days

Pickin up the pieces

Fuck the godamn USA

This is vocal treason

The painting on this page priceless

Now that's the Mona Lisa

Bout kick my feet up

Before I re-up

Bought give you food for thought

Better fuckin eat up

Got no fuckin seasons

Cookin shit up all year round

Stuff it fat with the re-bar like a fuckin pita

Life spinnin got me woozy oozy

Beef is fuckin fuckin  scripted like a god damn movie

Talkin bout the bin I don't find that groovy

Percies pulpin up your mind like a smoothie

Tac inserted off the respawn

Made a car reference already bitch get off your knee's son

Stop suckin my dick

Lookin like Ye's Ex

With all that extra lip

(I got the)

Need to fuckin write yeah

(I got the)

Need to start a fight yeah

(I got the)

Need to get more likes

(I got the)

Need to end my life

He owe

Legal

Ados mio

He sold

His soul

Now he actin out his loss of freedom like it regal

That's why I'm CEO

Takin goals

Into my own hands

That is why I post

Rarely

Cuz I'm way too fuckin odd for you to hear me

(Wolf Gang)

Bitch I got my own trials and tribulation you can't blair me

(The fuck this nigga syain?)

Witch one of you is tryna bury

Me

Thats a fear up in my mind and I admit it's scary....

*Joe Rogan Bit*

(Very Funny btw)

Bitch, Im a God to you lowly ass niggas in night, bitch recite

Bitch, put yo ass to asphualt asshole get yo ass blown in half

Bitch, put this on my life  you ain't matchin  energy fuck up out my song

Bitch I hit the gong

Bitch I hit the bong

Bitch In my eyes I can do no wrong

Bitch this ain't a game

Speakin is insane

Before a fuckin thunderstorm come the fuckin rain

And its look wet dude

Might just need a vest dude

Don't want to crash then, stay up in yo lane

Rainbow Road

burn down [self prod.]

u wanted this [self prod.]

ART 4

Sir Slappington

Domicile 

Catch me outside what yah wanna do?

Feel the bugs in my skin write my ass looney tune

Write my ass ah..

Listen,

I'm in my domicle aka my prison

Listen,

Too far in denial to try to  listen

Move some racks out

Gotta clean

That boi a rap star

He got a dream

Move any faster

 I cause a scene yeah

Think I lost control

 lost my function

Only way to rap is with that sauce on my tongue bitch

This dat fuck shit

Nigga fuck it

Ain't no coming back 

Run it back

Understand

That is mask

Is my last

Way to communicate

Out the gate

Its too late 

Tryna vacate the fuckin area

Ship yah homie back through the cheapest fuckin carrrier

Domicle

Nigga don't worry about me

Couldn't give a fuck

You ain't fuckin with me

Nigga don't worry about me

I'm up on my grind

Yeah this a bad timing

If I said I'm good then I'm lying

Stack a couple hundreds then i'm fine den

Think I tried a hundred damn times and

A thousand attempts

Won't leave exempt from

You

I got resent

I want you dead 

I want revenge for you

I'm at my best

Im at worst

And i;m endin up hurt

For you

Think you up to somethin

Think I need to go away

Took my need to care

Careful dont get carried the fuck away

You ain't worth the fight

Why you worried bout

Where have I been

I've been livin life

Wonderin bout where the time went

Factory default

How people

Would you die on your feet for

How many people

Know we are people

What do you bleed for

What do you bleed for Factory default

How people

Would you die on your feet for

How many people

Know we are people

What do you bleed for

What do you bleed for

What Do You Bleed For (Prod.98loud)

Lyrics:

Bitch these lies is lookin vacant

Writin down shit so my future self can get to the final destination

But I ain't got no patience 

Killed my motivation

By the fuckin Mayans man that how I'm gonna..

Now I ain't no fuckin lyricist  

Just that starin at the mirror shit

If I  can get this life together   

Trust you ain't be hearin shit

That beef will put you out of  business 

better of just searin it

Fuck a nigga fearin it

Get up off my ass

Imma make a whole career of it

Gotta lung full of smoke

Gotta head full of dope

I got demons in my closet

And they looking for a host

I got 10 more days

Better look both ways

For I end up on the gram

Make ah brand new craze

You ain;t shit

Bitch get outta my way gotta hit that lick

Man one of these days im get that list

Give a fuck what you say imma take that risk

Imma end up in haze off that Szechuan mist

Imma runnin like a motherfuckin up to something

Gotta big stick so a mother fucka up and coming

I don't need no Labels

That's some fairy tales and fables

I ain't giving up shit

Bitch I'll build the chair and the fuckin tables

(And the fuckin tables)

Bitch these days are gettting darker

As im starting to realize ain't no point in tryin harder

and harder

and harder

I guess I'm never satisfied 

Till I reach this 

Stupid little

Perfection that I have in mind

All these fuckin people that I met

All these goals I set

All these holes that I let grow

Won't steal the show

But the pauses in the conversation

Let people see the displacement I have with my own destination

Bitch I'm gone

I'm tired of going along

With other people's plans 

So that I get along

Am I wrong?

Am I fucking wrong for

Thinkin about myself 

Burn that bridge witha song 

Bitch Im gone

Yeah Im way fucking gone

And i'm driftin in to space when I loaded up the bong

Yeah my stay here ain't long

Gotta put in all the work

Gotta put it in a song

What I got I let em see

Think I have dependency

Of what people think

And I'm gassed up off that rage just a little bit of jealousy

Brothers turn to enemies

Niggas call me distant

When I'm switchin up that energy

Niggas best remember me

Niggas off that Hennessey

Its been far too long

Since I've cried

Yeah I'm dead asleep

Turnna blind eye

Bet that shit is gettin deadly

I love so hard

I let em take what was left of me

All that shit that I could have had

(Only hoes finish last

When I step up on stage

Everybody textin back

Leave my body in the bath

I way to lost to matter

If its up to me

Put my head up on a platter) X2

Vacant

Way Too High - TYC x RICKY
Prod. by Soul
Vocal engineering by officialrickyproductions

Way Too High - TYC x RICKY

Dead people in my room

TWO MINUTES

Your friendly neighborhood laundry bin

>.> <,<

Rainbow Road

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