Who is you kiddin?
Chops with extensions, they got the precision
I see the moon in my dreams and it's vivid
I feel like I could go at any minute
Make a decision
I am a god, so I don't got no limits
So far above the petty tricks and gimmicks
Check my statistics
Guess I'm a sitting grinning sinning cynic
They be like "Lando, where the fuck you been?"
Working to kill this shit until the end
Plotting to get this fucking city lit
Never been great at making many friends
I won't bend or fold again
Oh shit, I'm alone again
Make 'em sing soprano when I pull up with the Tony, bitch

I don't ever wanna fail
I don't wanna go to hell
Niggas snakes, see the scales
Storytellers, spinning tales
Anything just to prevail
Smoke a stogie, I inhale

\\caesura (p. silo)

MSWHOEVA (TWRMSMONROE)

lyrics:

2018, I was just a lil jit trying to find a damn purpose
2019, I was down at rock bottom, I thought I was worthless
2020, Plenty Henny, plenty empty, nervous
Fast forward to today, whole new name, and a whole different person
New update, different version, new day, newer burdens
While I'm winning on the surface, every day my life worsens
Everyone I love dispersing, if they ain't acting, they rehearsing
Swear that I been through the worst shit, and lately I'm trynna reverse it

Whoa, uh
Uh uh uh uh
Why you leave me stuck?
You know what? I don't even give a fuck
Oh, you love me? Guess you out of luck
Cuz you run when pushing get to shove
"Hey, are you okay?" No
Why does it cost just to talk to you? Bitch, you a payphone
Hold it in 'til I pop, I'm a fucking volcano
Bitch better stay the fuck up out my way, when I spray, I give halos
Step into the moonlight
Baby, welcome to the dark side
This is where you headed when you begging for a spotlight
In my city, keeping watch like a dark knight
Niggas funny, so I'm sleeping with one eye closed
You from the past, so you nothing but a ghost
XD my hip, only gun that I tote
And it's smoke in the air, so my lungs dying slow
Young Lando, just watch yourself
Put your life in the hands of these trifling mans, then you might as well pop yourself
Skrt on the fast track to my doom, I've really been lost as hell
Like "am I gon make it or fade in my room?" I guess only God can tell

(Double up, Deadman)

I've been feeling like the black sheep of my family
Ask me if I give a fuck, I'll prolly tell you barely
Tell the truth, that's rarely
I'm like no one from this planet, baby don't compare me
Bipolar, so south of the hourglass, niggas can't bear me
That's why I've been in my zone
Oh, you ain't never rolled a stoge? Baby, watch close
I got PEMDAS in my cup, that's a dos dos
I remember I was broke, just a living joke, kill a four for four
Now a nigga still broke, but I got hope, baby that's for sure
My own family barely even seen a young nigga growth
But they did the most for me just to chase dreams, so I'll play my role
And give back everything that you gave to me and then some for sure
That's all I know, that's on my soul
Oh, oh, oh oh

(who's keeping score?) (silo)

ik the money fake

shoutout greenarts for the goated mixing and leo for the fire beat

lemme know if you want some more blackoutdrill

yt link: https://youtu.be/9pksgMR72LY

lyrics and allat:

Nezuko how I just go demon time
He silent all up in that box like a mime
I got that boy sour likes lemons and limes
I been making magic like that boy on Vine
They wanted the heat so I had to provide
She hitting my phone man she making it chime
They dissing on me with no reason or rhyme
Ain’t no Nickelodeon but I’m with slimes
They call me emo cause I’m a hot topic
Been seeing red but I ain’t gonna stop it
Yo money miniature, Polly Pocket
Been going crazy, been going psychotic
I feel like Houston been blowing like rocket
I’m finna fly my girl out to the tropics
Boy I been dope but no antibiotic
Look at my neck man it’s looking aquatic
She hit my number man she love to dial
I’m running it up, I been going for miles
Cause I be the premium you the free trial
We getting the money it’s coming in piles
They ain’t got no fit so they jacking my style
Don’t send me yo music, cause we know it’s vile
I’m up on his block and I’m finna defile
Ripping up on you and I’m finna smile
My glock got a twin, it’s a gemini
Feel like Juice, imma pull up with hella nines
I been shocking the game, I electrify
Keep a mask on my face can’t identify
Man they hating cause I’m getting televised
Man you need an umbrella got hella ice
And I ride like a butcher, got deli knives
So just stay on yo block and don’t enter mine
And you know I got new dough
You flexing bills but they all saying uno
Pockets on fat, I ain’t talking bout sumo
Can’t be a hero, I feel like I’m Juno
I'm bossing up like I'm Fazo or Xhulooo
Kevin Gates how imma go and get two phones
Look at the coupe on the wrist, man it’s two toned
Painting his block, man you know it’s a new coat
Turn that boy red, I ain’t talking bout communist
You know my shawty look good, she be modeling
Been on the top of the game, I’m too prominent
They wanted smoke, get to popping the populous
I am the king and we know you the opposite
I got the rocks on my neck, no geologist
Need like a milli, yeah that’s the approximate
Bro watch yo lady, cause she love to compliment
Ayy, I hit that boy with a harpoon
That boy a jake and I think he a narc toop
Anime shawty she look like a cartoon
Whole constellation know I be a star too
Feel like Greninja, I come in with dark moves
I make a banger, know I make a hard tune
I leave that boy with a stain and a scar too
I gotta dip, man I gotta depart you

gemini! (sir leo)

bout it [k-plugg]

11:48 ft sookm3thod & Zayinkuro (prod.Rxkz)

Spending My Time Feat (Xasper, Tokio Starr)

[BØYS A LIAR] prod. rollie

Holding On

family guy? family guy.

i was gonna call this midnight freestyle 2 cause i made this shit at 1:30 in the morning but family guy is more accurate

shoutout greenarts for the mix and finngotit for the beat

smdb

lyrics and allat

Boy I'm a dog I be feeling like Brian
Moving to oppy you on the wrong timing
She hit me up and she wanna get fighting
Stealing the swag imma go copyright it
Pockets on fat I ain’t talking bout Peter
King of the game so they follow the leader
Dripping too hard I got multiple liters
I'm moving cold but I'm packing the heater
Talking bout money and you sounding funny cause you ain’t get bands if you do then just show it
I put the theme on this beat and I gotta go spit something hard man I’m feeling like Lois
God of this rapping if you moving average you gotta go pray to me for some atonement
Ride with the stick yeah I came with that glocky that boy origami the way he be folding
I’m finna hit up his face
They Stewie all up in the comments they gay
You know that I’m him man I’m feeling like Iayze
I might go put Sp5der from head to my waist
I got a white shooter I think he named Chase
I’m running up on you, I'm keeping the pace
My pockets on massive they Chris with the weight
He talking all on me he sounding insane
Got a white hoe and I think she named Meg
Talk on my name, it’s a shame that you dead
Bro off the snow ain’t the type that you sled
Busting his melon we cracking his egg
Stepping too hard I might break me a leg
Asking for features you know that they beg
I'm punching in I might get me a tech
Cop me a whip and it look like a mech
Anime shawty I ain't talking hentai
I'm pulling up on his block he a dead guy
That ain't yo girlfriend you know that she been mine
I got the bars I be spitting the best lines
Turn him to Joe, lil Brodie can't move right
You is like Junior to me, you a new guy
Giggity giggity imma hit two times
Ain't even heard it, you know I got new rhymes
Boy I'm a dog I be feeling like Brian
Moving to oppy you on the wrong timing
She hit me up and she wanna get fighting
Stealing the swag imma go copyright it
Pockets on fat I ain’t talking bout Peter
King of the game so they follow the leader
Dripping too hard I got multiple liters
They just be acting like they up in theatre

shoutout Nick too that golden hour cover was a 2.5/10


family guy! (finngotit)

Zorechild: (Verse 1)
in the Dark Abyss hanging with shadows’ 
you lack of light no matter where you go the sun won’t travel
I’m back on yo’ head like raindrops on Saturday’s 
i was 13 minus the 0 makes my age 
made plays, made waves, you copied like everything 
when 7incere dropped his song you tried to bite it like fangs 
i couldn’t get disrespected by son’s who act neglected 
where’s ya father “WHAT?” 
I can’t find yo dad that’s a problem that’s a issue 
I’m principal you student here’s dismissal 
my 30’ finna blow you see my rocket and this missile
I launch on you like Kim Jong-un 
you’ll be screaming life’s over then you hear kaboom 
That’s the sounds of me blowing you out the country  
most nigga’s haven’t bump you not once since 2020 
Taking shots to the face now your vision ain’t 20/20 
the way his body vanish like mysterious’s 20/20 
Chant 3x i’m forming a spell it’s getting bloody

Zorechild: (Verse 2)
of course niggas know my icy flow, I could mumble words, or repeat ‘em bet It still would blow 
my dick Is for yo’ sisters said they wanted strokes take it slow
let you cry in peace stop the bitching acting like a hoe 
now I rlly get it, you and sadtrap share most things in common 
Y’all both wanted to die was it cause the stuff I’ve comment? 
I only said what’s needed but y’all took it so responsive 
straight bitches, no wonder why these niggas stay bitch less
stop the simping, how many girls played up in yo’ face? 
put that bitch back in check before I have to set her straight 
if my girl was caught cheating I would run a track race
only pussy’s like finesse let his chick pay all the dates 
Lack of dominance can’t respect no guy who dress provocative
You still the same didn’t wanna change around when college hit
back up on the lab screaming nonsense that ain’t talented 
Suicide watch on sadghost we at his mama crib (yeah)

Zorechild: (Verse 3)
No He-man how I keep the blade right beside me
Top dog niggas can’t keep up with almighty 
feel like the captain of this ship Batten down the hatches
Ahoy, matey with these pirates we got eye patches 
Rolling yo’ dead folks you niggas dead put in ashes 
national opp day let’s celebrate and get to passing 
I’m sharing blunts, Fuck Finesse, gas that I’m packing 
boutta get smacked kush smelly stinky like some zaza
long dreads’s Rasta
Lucky I ain’t pop ya
shawty ride like copter 
getting to the choppa
heard them aliens coming, ray gun finna blast beam put to yo’ stomach (nigga)
Me and my gang doing drive by’s got UFO’s 
feel like the Martian’s in this hoe a nigga stay unknown 
i was lost up in these files concealed leave me alone 
Till I made a comeback they clapping for my return 
our bullet’s come flying at yo’ squad got ‘em marching 
them dog’s outside ain’t no running from the barking 
Said fuck yo’ whole squad all you niggas is my targets 
I’m never missing shot’s best believe my aim’s marking 
YK pussy nigga tasia that’s 4ever what you repping
get to stepping cause those bullets live in weapons
Mass-murder maybe I should stop the killing it’s refreshing 
who you testing? cartel pulling up gang beheading

Shot’s 2 YK (prod.Psoul & Saint Urya)

headphones necessary.

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family guy! (finngotit)

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