Brand New Loosie!

Written by: East Venti
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Well Wishes (Prod. EERYSKIES)

SOUND OF MONEY

#MEATGRINDERCHALLENGE FT. SPONVICIOUS

Roll The Tape

Outro 9 (Prod. Ahop)

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Aren't Perfect

Written July 23rd, 2017.
Performed by Reaux Marquez
The Garden LLC©

[Lyrics via @RapGenius]
https://genius.com/Reaux-marquez-dream-a-poem-by-reaux-marquez-lyrics

DREAM. by Reaux Marquez 

My dreams ain't more than what they're meant to be.
My Dreams ain't more than what they finna be.
Finna be great, the kids round these hoods finna be great; if it's meant to be.
I seen what i seem to be, in the eyes of a little me.
But life took a toll, round when Bush took the polls.
Guess I was Meant to be, me. See ignorant bliss couldn't live with me.
Ignorant shit just don't sit with me. Overthinking think with me, thinkingly.
Don't listen to Nike know why you're doing It. Blinkingly, cut back & fourth like a middleman, willingly.
Pen & pad, just don't light up my -bright up my Christmas tree
when it's thorns I'm writing with -fightin with.
Tyson with words, y'all Tyson wit styles. Biting clowns, Black face, wipe me down, this ain't coming off, let me be, aight?
Live with the lions -Watch with the owls. 
So don't for one blink think we don't see that fake smile in the crowd, in awhile it'a cry out
for the child you been hiding for facades & fake vice findings, "you gone Be aight.."
Thinking you losing yo mind, i got cousins locked up losing they time "You gone Be aight.."
Thinking they losing they time when i learned from mine. It's kids out here losing they life "you gone Be aight.." We all children of something.
What'chu be[leave] in is how you come.
Innocent as a minute old. A menace as a minute old, this ain't coming off. You gone be aight.." I'ma be aight.
Promise me, promise me, that promises ain't real 'cause i feel we been filled with deceit(the seat), legs numb.
They lie on the stand. Can't lie where i stand, they killing dreams wit every blind case that they scan.
I used to wanna be 12 when i was a Elf, til i grew up,
seen us gunned down, & gang signs threw up. Struck not fear but hate into us.
Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transferred. So when you pulled that handgun tantrum, the soul from the fallen, we took it all in.
& Ancestry calling tryna collect my labor coins to tell me where i'm from.
The same that told us milk made you strong, held physical strength to the Sun & owned dairy farms.
Stupid for thinking we stupid. I could talk all day bout the hearts y'all break, & the things we kill for.
I'll kill for mine but my intention is to never kill yours, dream.
So don't kill my dreams.

DREAM.

Produced by @goronnie
Saxophone by David Otis

Kombucha feat. David Otis (Single)

Kombucha feat. David Otis

Cloud 9 prod by Knerf

Mix & Mastered by @ruu

With Adam Ness
Bass- Boyang 
Guitar- Tobi Taiwo 
Additional percussions- Luke Titus 
Trumpet- Parris Fleming

CLOUD-9 w/ Adam Ness

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

I cannot be seen. I’m invisible
Why you handcuffing? She can make her own decisions
If she say that she a Christian
Top me up to a religious movie
Front ways back ways bring me back all my residuals
Peachcurls and Zoë got the party going digital
She seen me hit my Porky asked what I was finna get into
I came in the game
I can sang
I make bangers
I ain’t never been no lame
Yo baby mama go insane
I might candy paint the frame
And pop trunk on the stock exchange
It’s young Peach you know my name
Pull out my meat she nearly fainted 
My bitch hit my FaceTime
She want the truth but she can’t take it
We fight like it’s Baby Boy
Now where them tacos you was making

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

Don’t go sleeping on heem
Do it by myself I got the glow I got the gleam
Damn the beat hard it was made by Anna Greene
Fucked her and I made her slab she talmbout “When you get so mean!?”
Yes sir, if you forgot how I was coming here go a refresher
Full-time real nigga, part-time bad texter
Couple white girls bodies just like Fran Drescher
You got beef with us cuz yo bitch wanna sleep with us
I’m so heavy screens fall to Belly
She think I don’t wash up because this pack I got is smelly
Blunt loud like it’s got something it’s tryna tell me

Nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please
I am so hot I feel like 500 degrees
She top me in the whip cuz she don’t like it on her knees
Bad lil bitch that wear her heart up on her sleeve
I cannot be seen
Yeah, nigga, please

Please

I deadass be on that. Do yo magik to this.

#MEATGRINDERCHALLENGE FT. SPONVICIOUS

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