Private Quarters (with PhiloSofie) Prod Caleb X Saturngates

jssr - fent cart freestyle

MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/iGHwozj20WQ?si=C7hWRp26FQW6dzjW

prod @icebehumble

lyrics:

where the problem at
where the problem at
where the problem at
where the problem at

drive-by in a new whip phantom menace
shy guy wit a new bitch smoking lettuce
fye fye this hadouken leave him headless
eye eye this a cruise ship, where we headed
are you ready kids
talking on my wifey name i'm hiding all the evidence
i been on the stage with your idols did shit ya never did
heard you don't believe in god well what if i sent you to him
yo
what's up
he called me nodding on the phone
it's done
left him in 90feetofsmoke
lil punk
dont bang a set i'm not a loc
or blood
but i'll still fuck ya up

where the problem at
where the problem at
where the problem at
where the problem at
(x2)

smoke him like a vape while he was barred out like a geek
give a band out to a crackhead who could tweak harder than me
i got members in my city i got ones over the sea
i would get down if they wipe they nose and throw up b or c
call it revenge of the sith
cause before i was feeling blue, now it's a beam on my stick
ain't got no prada on my feet cause i can't cheat on the ricks
i made her scream before she got on she fell asleep on your dick
she like the fame
she like all my songs she recite the names
sent the heart emoji i sent her cartier frames
when she suck the dick i can feel the back of her brain
when i'm in long island i'm wilding out i'm with stain
yeah i'm with slaede
and the real nuke
if we pull up with reeds and capo they gone kill too
we got dro and haunther coming just to film you
got a cup of tris in hand i ain't gone spill too

where the problem at
where the problem at
where the problem at
where the problem at
(x2)

WHERE THE PROBLEM @

produced by icygps

lyrics:
Got a halo
I'ma' crack a bottle on the way home
Post up with the gang, smoking Dank
Getting paid, bro
Ball like NBA
I'm D. Wayde in the paint bro
Pouring out a 8th of my drank for the days gone
Yeah, Jumpin' in a jet smoking jet fuel
Rat under my hat, I'm a chef (Ooh)
Soon I'll be running up a check (Ooh)
Yeah, and I'm the thing you should worry about

Yeah, pockets getting fat, need some Lypo
Forces clapped, I been running from the five-zero
In a Scat because I'm gunning for the title
Finna crash, It's okay cause I got Geico
Girl, you a princess how we mobbing
Now they look like insects how they flocking
Finna run up a check, David Goggins
Never know what comes next when I'm dropping
Yeah, I'm in a whole other league
Like Nike socks, boy I know I'm elite
Make 20 bands every night when I sleep
I still get better when they say I'm peak
Rock out on stage, baby, I'm with AP
(AP)
Yeah
Girl you know how I be

Got a halo
I'ma' crack a bottle on the way home
Post up with the gang, smoking Dank
Getting paid, bro
Ball like NBA
I'm D. Wayde in the paint bro
Pouring out a 8th of my drank for the days gone
Yeah, Jumpin' in a jet smoking jet fuel
Rat under my hat, I'm a chef (Ooh)
Soon I'll be running up a check (Ooh)
Yeah, and I'm the thing you should worry about

days gone by

P-Street Anthem (prod. Bless Anderson)

vocals by synful & river water & d0llywood1
produced by caleb lodish & chrxme & tjriversss

Private Quarters (with PhiloSofie) Prod Caleb X Saturngates

Caleb Lodish