sheluvlean [remix] (ft. CPO3)

Shallow is the water when you walk across the watch,
See Chinny Boy man all they do it stop,
see new dunks man you k ow I gotta cop,
I am not a chicken but I got a big (what)

CO yeah as doing it up,
Unknowns (who?) y’all doing the butt,
Gotta keep it freaky like I’m Giannis with the bucks,
talk all you want I don’t really give a (come on)

just got a brand new shirt that I got a crumb on,
talking big head start to think about a cromulon,
running like Joe Biden and I’m digging Kamala,
don’t know where the hair is but I think it’s on the John,

I am a fortunate son,
I have seen the rain,
that type of music never coming back again,
gotta adjust my gain,
do my voice not quiet,
(is that better)
nah man be quiet,

they think I’m irrelevant,
I still matter like Illmatic,
looked at mac threw pills at him,
Mean thoughts I’m still manic,

Kendra shed its traumatic,
battle me it’s climactic and dramatic,
you end up looking prostatic,
ez static when I’m ecstatic,

said I’m doing everything right?
yes bray,
I got my plan,
album rollout still got no fans,
ace said no plans life just happens,
that’s true that’s why I wanted to separate life from rapping,

kill Funke,
end it all,
now I’m running to group chats spamming MWOF, everybody got alarms in their head going off,

(im too lazy to put D3MO's verse ; Kody didn't wanna do it)

Shallow is the Water (feat. D3MO)

cholos, cholas, y pistolas,
por vida es bueno no bebida,
por las calles Chiquita,

 esa morenita dame tus palmas si,
tu ojos de la luna fill me con extacy,

le mamacita 
paras gringas just don’t get it,
I teach you a lesson better not forget it,
matter of fact learn the name and never forget it,
Yo soy Christian bitch I am legend,

Ayyyy,
let’s take a fucking step back,
This beat is cray on some DJ Payback,
Me, Ace and Bray los tres delinquentes,
we going to the tippy top y al frente,

don’t get in a panic,
when I am going manic,
just grab on my shirt,
cause you know you’ve got to have it,

I am causing havoc,
In the streets they have it,
pockets seen things long gone.
tu so ese pelon,
el barrio mas chignon,

Told the DJ pay it back or his heads detached,
Psycho typa mindset in the booth like a maniac,
DC Comics update absolute like im Brainiac,
Call them info K recording tapes like John Stasiak,

Running at the mall with them hoes you’ll always be a brat,
If you in the sewer with the mice you’ll always be a rat,
Upside down the cross get out my face you’ll always be a bat,
Most people at they point of no return there ain’t no going back,

Always gotta stay big until them unanswerable questions hit,
Already walked up on it bet they stand and die up on that bridge,
General response I got them boys going over the hedge,
Believing fate they may as well just die in CGI like stitch,

My shots always staying in the mix,
RIP to Jits losing my way they don’t got a Nick tryna slit they wrists,
Karens want you going fist to fist like yo name Clarence,
I should be in street fighter hit them with the Haduken kick,

Like im way up in the booth go DJ,
Not talking bout Zendaya gotta put this song on Replay,
I don’t really care bout what he say or she say,
It is what it is just hit the goal like a PK,

Shawty want my Whopper Jr. Meal like its BK,
I’m all about vanilla yeah I love me some cheesecake,
Black Friday type timing do 100 on the freeway,
Gave 40 for the shirt then I put that shit up on EBay,

(im too lazy to put NaNa's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

DJ Payback (feat. YB NaNa)

where’s Pink Morning, where’s can’t fathom?
can you fathom that I’ve changed and I’ve grown as an artist, (no way)
different parts and compartments of my artistry my art history,
comprised of many mediocre projects it’s bliss to me, (turbulent behavior was ass)

Turbulent Behavior put my heart on my sleeve,
Nobody gave a fuck, now can yall just leave,
fake as the fuck lunar money I’m on Starbucks, (this guy records a song in 10 minutes)
gave them up dumb as fuck Dave Blunts put down the cup,

I put so much work into these songs shit is crazy,
(Fuck CPO3, fuck CPO3)
nobody’s listening yall sleeping on me lazy,
(Fuck Christian, Fuck Christian)
wake the fuck up good morning I’d be saying,
(Fuck CPO3, fuck CPO3)
trust my shit is good I got 808s banging,
(Fuck Christian, Fuck Christian)

disrespected constantly in this music scene,
even my own collective is not so drama free,
was booted for a day guess just I don’t fit the vibe,
wondered how that happened I was just a chill guy,
(I was just a chill guy)

what happened did I fall off?
I start to think I fell off cause,
bitches say I fell off,
but then I start to think;
fall off, how bitch I’m a motherfucking saint?
(but the saints don’t even want me)

Moving away from emotional maturity (I’m going)
Nobody wants to hear about my depression (it’s boring)
yall are like the old man when it’s raining and (it’s pouring)
if yall sleeping on me it ain’t right im tryna tell you im (not corny)

Just tryna get a point across im showing,
Who I truly am no more ET persona,
No more TB aroma,
Just a fed up kid with dreams of Arizona,
where’s the rest somebody stole em,

got a dream I don’t dare say loud no more
got a team but I’m scared to reach out no more
got a name I created, then buried deep
had to carve a new face just to barely speak

I’m not tryna be the best, just to prove I’m not a mess
but I still obsess, I still second guess
I still scroll past plays like: “what’s success?”
I still type out texts then delete the rest

I said fuck it — this the only life I own
if they don’t ever get it, I’ll be rolling on
play the chords like the wind through a broken home
say my name in the echo like a motherfucking dial tone…
You along for the ride ive been building Rome,
I deserve a palace fucking golden for my home,

And as the world goes to shit and the bombs fucking drop,
there ain’t a noise a little pinch that can stop,
the violent escalation bitch I’m fucking scared,
I’m 19 I don’t wanna die and it’s not fair,

but I’m still Rollin On’
what else can I do,
I tried empathy,
I done walked a million miles in their shoes,

But if you’re losing you can’t just pick and choose,
Because you’re down and not up and you might owe dues,
To the Wealthy or the rich,
They’re as rich as a bitch,

And I’m pulling myself together piece by piece,
And I’m watching it pull back stream by stream,
America the Beautiful from sea to shining sea,
But I think we lost focus on what that truly means,

We are so far from where we started as a whole,
All that it’s left is is deeper in a hole,
One that gets harder to climb out of,
Day by day it gets harder to start up,

Because if my discography fades into ashes,
it won’t matter in the scheme overrun by Fascists,
Nothing Muzik it becomes a life on the run,
Seeing the bright light but the light is not a sun,

and if I vanish in the static no applause no dawn,
just know that I never stopped rolling on,

Rollin' On

cut the sad shit,
put my eggs in baskets,
keep talking shit you boy gon turn into a casket,

you think I’m playing your homie go head and ask him,
and I got vanc and ace too they carry around the Mac-10s,
damn

don’t even know why I’m rapping still,
seems like everybody’s got their own free will,
and I will do my shit as I please,
so please stop messing with me and stay at ease,

oh shit we got people coming (sound the alarm)
they’re at the fucking door don’t just sit and stay calm,
we needa get the fuck outta here we gotta move,
don’t be dancing around this ain’t no emporers new groove,

Close the blinds and stay out of their sight,
This is just like that other night,
to all the people saying Chinny you don’t act right,
I’m real you all fake fucks like a fleshlight,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

4:33 (feat. YB NaNa & Colt Foety5)

Because I was in a really dark place for a long time,
And I heard all their bullshit spewing in the lines,
The underground is dog shit the Midwest gets lonely,
When ace isn’t with me there enough just to hold me,

theoretically I could set up (bitch nah fuck that),
bitches fire shots at me? you know I bust back,
and I got the squad the saints at my back trust that,
Squeezing at the nipple of the bitch tit you Sucks at,
getting just a little wiff of ashwaganda rap,
getting just a little wiff of some hot ass blunt rap,

hubcap,
bum rap,
this that 
his mat,

we got all these different artists and you know ive been that,

And I was talking on some shit but I didn’t wanna get involved
And I was talking on some dick so I hopped up on the call,
Jamari wants me now said that he can’t ball,
This ain’t even a diss I just happened to hop up on the song,

goddamn,
another fucking payback with a twist,
motherfuckers pissed at me but who gives a shit?

get your brooms out  cause I’m going for that clean sweep,
bitches really be thinking then can beat me,
and I’m really boutta go for a three peat,
0 for 3 I am musically at least, (golly)

Hold up just a second then a motherfucking minute,
it’s the El Capitan and I got my own lieutenants,
Shoutout Jeezy for the lyrics but he needs some form of payment,
And I don’t got that kind of bread on me right now, (dang it)

bitches said I fell off that im past my fucking prime,
forgotten member of saints give a fuck about my time,
cause you be wasting yours standing all in that line,
at the bank or DMV that shit ain’t me no more inside,

bitch,
how could I ever leave,
hard I fucking better be,
that is not my pedigree,
moving shit that you can’t see,
Bitch

(im too lazy to put waryy's verse ;  Kody didn't wanna do it)

Constant Wind (feat. waryy)

Just another day in the life of a Chicano
and I’m walking down the street and la chota walks their beat,

Moving week by week,
Living day by day,
Doing what I gotta do to get my fortune and fame,

doing what I gotta do so they remember my name,
but it won’t matter if they all think I’m lame,
it won’t matter if they think I’m a Criminal,
it won’t matter if I’m purely expendable,

they think I ain’t smart cause the way that I look,
they ain’t know I’m in college and my nose in a book 
they probably think I’m a gang member or rapist,
Cause I got my dickies and my locs and I don’t say shit,

We don’t fake it we just take it,
And if I make it to 21,
I’ll be farther than most cause I didn’t die by a-

Another Day (feat. yungicystar)

one thing,
two birds,
three stones,
4 words,
one thing what it is,
Just the saints we always live,
five stars,
six feet,
seven sins,
skin deep,
eight strings,
on repeat,
i will not suffer defeat,
off rip with a posse cut,
off this and I’m mocking up,
From no plays and Frito lays to full plates,
It’s so lame,
Don’t ever degrade the name,
IE? what a fucking joke,
We play the game just know the name
Long Live the Mother fucking Saints,

(im too lazy to put everyone else's Kody didn't wanna do it)

Rollin' On

CPO3

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