The Essentials

Singles: 2020

Lost Boy - Single

Lost Boy [Prod. Trip Pop]

Track 3 off the Lost Boy EP

Instrumental by Yonas-K Beatz
Written & Produced by Tyrese Oaks [TELLALI]

Lost Boy Mixtape

Beside Me [Prod. Yonas-K Beatz]

Instrumental by: GHXST
Produced by: Tyrese Oaks & GHXST
Background Vocals by: Sarita Taing

The Baiter - Single

The Baiter [Prod. GHXST]

[Verse 1]
Plot on a bitch, arrange the game, red dot on a bitch
Don’t hesitate, just taunt on a bitch
Nothing to say, run up on a bitch
Get that shit, bring that shit back
Get that shit, bring that shit back
Get that bitch, bring that bitch back
Get that bitch, bring that bitch back

[Interlude]
Get that shit, bring that bitch
Don’t say that shit, I just need that one

[Verse 2]
Get that shit, bring that bitch
Don’t say that shit I just need that one
Get that bitch, bring that shit
Only say that shit if you need that gun
Get that shit, bring that bitch
Have some fun, and let’s just fuck him up
Get that bitch, bring that shit
He will suffer till he feels that pump

[Verse 3]
Triple gun fun, triple gun fun
.223 right into his guts
Get that, get that, end the repugn
Don’t let him think that he’s safe to run
Bullet to the brain, 3 bullets to the brain
Say my name in vain, and hit the Mary Jane
Bullet in your vein, you bleeding out your vein
You think I am insane, but I’m here to entertain
See the blood in your eyes, I see that shit fall down and make you cry
Make everything look like it’s just the rise of the antichrist
Make everything look like it’s hell on earth and the end of time
Make you cry, let you die, .223, now goodnight

.223 - Single

.223 [Prod. ESKRY]

Art by Traicere https://www.deviantart.com/traicere

No cautionary details, I just see the evil
Wanna end my life, but realize that there is no sequel
Seen things I don’t repeat, so I don’t lose any people
I don’t need to say anything, I just see too much evil

You can get that, a pistol with blowback (pow)
You can kickback, put it to my head, and go click clack
You can slit that, blood on my wrist, do you see that (do you see that)
Just sit back, just rip that

Just rip that, just rip that
Don’t you do anything, such a young brat
Quit that, quit that chit chat or you might flat
Have no compassion, as you hit dabs
Once you do that, brains will go splat
Body on the floor, like a new tatt
Right on the matt, it’s a bloodbath
Guess you did everything to attack, uh

You ask me if I’m okay
You don’t know, I want a few bullets through my brain
Not gonna lie, but I lie to your face
Don’t want you to think that I’m insane
You give advice, it’s all the same
Don’t wanna be rude, so I hide my pain
Hide whatever’s running through my brain
Since they all wanna say it’s fake

Fake ass bitch
What the fuck I look like
Not gonna do that
Ear off right like Mike
Close the lid
Do you want a bite
Use my red-dot sight
Then you got no life
Not a tid
Here’s a little tid bit
How bout you zip it
Shut up and listen
Ain’t no mid
Maybe I will strike
If I’m not too shy
This is what it’s like
Just a bit

Play no game, so I decide to mask my pain
Play no game, you say it’s my life so I stay
Play no game, tried to say many times I have changed
Play no game, don’t know what will be on my plate

So many in my ear so demanding
Like it will do anything, uh-huh
Using so much profanity
When’s the end of this vanity
When’s the end of this vanity
When’s the end of this vanity
When’s the end of this vanity
When’s the end of this vanity
It’s all up to my insanity

INSANITY PART 1 - Single

INSANITY PART 1 [Prod. Clover]

[Intro]
Yeah, play that shit right now
Yeah
Play with that, huh
Play what I want
Play with brain, stay the same, I know you can’t ever wait

Play with that uh
Just play with that uh
Play with that uh
Just play with that uh
Play with that uh
Just play with that uh
Take with that uh
Just play with that uh

Mayweather flip, as I do trauma
Extend a clip as I aim for ya
Away in the whip, claim I get commas
He gay with a bitch, why he want drama

Gay with a bitch, gay with a bitch 
That nigga too gay with a bitch
Play with a bitch, play with a bitch
Nigga wanna play with a bitch
Can’t fuck with this, I feel like shit
Why you always feel like this
Man he such a simpleton
Fitting with his simple bitch

Malcolm In the Middle, play my fiddle huh
Sit and I twiddle, decide riddle
Try to diddle, once I griddle
Better guess the riddle, why you piddle yuh

Yeah he too little, that happens when you whittle uh huh
I want some fittle, but nigga got a deal though, uh huh
Rainbow like skittles, but you will not belittle, uh huh
Be soft and brittle, I get caught in the middle huh

Yeah, why, I don’t know why I do, that shit
And you know I move
Aye, and I hop off the roof
I head straight to the room
I shoot and I know I do
I shoot and it go pew, pew (pew!)
I shoot and it go pew, pew (pew!)
Pew, pew, when I shoot

The Middle - Single

Apple Music

The Middle [prod. KASPER KRAZY]

[Intro]
What he say?

[Verse 1]
He got iceberg on his neck
Clothes barely cover flesh
Hot choppa loaded tech
Cold he get ladies wet
New girl he never kept
Never has to make a bet
Party in the back of deck
This the way he act I reck

[Chorus]
He that bitch
He that bitch, I don’t fuck with dis
He that bitch, he that dumb ass bitch
He that bitch, I don’t fuck with dis
He that bitch, he just got me sick

[Verse 2]
He just got me sick
Niggas got me sick
Niggas want my fit
Hit ‘em with dropkick
It ain’t broke don’t fix
I got one times six
Wanna know my tricks
Nigga got big dick

[Verse 3]
Energy, ego energy
Ego energy, no such synergy
Yeah bad energy, this an evil memory
Bad bad energy, when in reality
Nigga it ain’t worth shit
He ain’t worth shit
Nigga so surface
He not perfect
I’m the one that search it
Imma work it
On it and I jerk it
And imma murk it

[Chorus]
He that bitch
He that bitch, I don’t fuck with dis
He that bitch, he that dumb ass bitch
He that bitch, I don’t fuck with dis
He that bitch, he just got me sick

[Verse 4]
First I’m tall with the height
Know that I’m right
Got a new flight
Then I’m gone outta sight
These checks that I write
Yeah do it out of spite
Don’t forget that I pipe
Got an arctic with the byte

[Outro]
Yeah, and this wrist tight
And his wrist tight
Win a night, oh you might, keep a Glock 9
Cold all mine, do it right, get out my sight
Do not fight, I am bright, turn you to light
Ice, ice
Why, why
I, I
High, tide

aRCTiC BYTE [prod. Quill]

AK (feat. Something Horrible) - Single

AK (feat. Something Horrible)

AK (feat. Something Horrible) [prod. BIGWAR]

Break You (feat. Sheva Luma) [prod. NYOMBO]

[Verse 1]
If I aim at him quick, what he gonna do
Fuck out my way bitch, that a boss move
Yeah nigga let’s wait, wait he got a boo
Wasted, GTA, Wu Zi Mu
If I aim like this what he gonna do
Watch him dance real quick, looking so fool
Influence in my life, that be so cool
Back to the point, so what he gonna do?

[Verse 2]
What that pussy do, nigga what he gon do huh?
He flashing a gun, but that nigga will never shoot uh
What that pussy do, that nigga be kissing my boot uh
Be like Uzi, on a mission to get to the loot uh

[Verse 3]
Yeah he looking ratchet uh
And he looking like tuff uh
Nigga wassuh
Catch a fade, do you want some
No I got no blade, imma tuck a Smith & Wesson
Wonder wassuh
How you feel about dis song
Wonder wassuh
Off a cliff, Midsommar
Nigga wassuh
I don’t know is they press on
Nigga wassuh
I don’t know this your lesson
Nigga wassuh
I don’t know where the weapon

[Verse 4]
Thinking he tough nah
Thinking he tough nah
Hit the nigga jaw
Can only be raw
What he gon do ha
What he gon do ha
The nigga main flaw
Found who did wrong

[Verse 5]
Nigga what the fuck you doing with that huh
Got no name or got a place to be doing all that uh
Why you blank in the face know that you looking so wack uh
Leave a trace in this space there will be no going back uh
What the fuck is in it nigga you doing some shit uh
And you wanna know a little to get a new crib uh
And you sick of all the niggas that calling you simp uh
So you freaking and panic cause nobody will dip uh

[Verse 5]
I need something different
Car and show, whip it
Muscles be ripping
Quarter pound, sniff it
Switching flows different
I don’t want listen
Animal bitten
Stay at home, lift it
I need something different
Coming down limpin
Shit feels so different
And I don’t fit in
Track and go sprinting
Nigga got chip in
With a new linen
Snapshot, chimpin
I cannot fuck with him, he keep slippin
Watching how the flow it goes, I keep spitting
Doing me, where does that get me, yeah I’m winning
2020 taking over feeling so lifted
Feeling so lifted
I witness
I feel so gifted
That I did this
I just be living
Get twisted
Nigga be popping and copping yeah he be pimping
Nigga be pimping, so pimping
Nigga be pimping, so pimping
Nigga be pimping, so pimping
Nigga be pimping, be pimping

Different Flows That Go [prod. Crypt]

Hello my name is TELLALI (Pronounced: Tell-a-Lie)
I have been professionally writing & recording music since 2012
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