money.on.sosa (prod. drewski & lucky)

lineup:
@yungicystar
@astrmani

[PROD. 8FOLD]

WAIT 4 ME [w/ yungicystar & mani]

I just roll with the sun, let it carry my name,
Every day feel new, but it all feel the same,
Put my pain in the breeze, let it float in the flame,
If life is a dream, then who’s playin’ the game?

The sun is on my back, I feel the radiant beams, Still searching for the truth tucked inside of my dreams, Is it just a set of scenes, living cut to cut? Or is there something in between when the reels get stuck?

because if that happens then we’re gonna be outta luck,
how much we can do not many more gives to fuck,
but if it turns out that I’m nothing and my music sucks,
then I’ll be dead tomorrow under the sun sitting up,

Trying to breathe in the light but my shadow’s attached, Every moment feelin’ staged like a memory snatched, Is there more to the script, or we play what we’re cast? I’m just hoping that the credits don’t be rolling too fast,

And I been loopin' the tape like it’s all déjà vu, Every line feel borrowed, every word feel untrue, If I vanish in the static, would they even review? Or would they play the next track, like they always do?

I just roll with the sun, let it carry my name,
Every day feel new, but it all feel the same,
Put my pain in the breeze, let it float in the flame,
If life is a dream, then who’s playin’ the game?

I just roll with the sun, let it carry my name,
Every day feel new, but it all feel the same,
Put my pain in the breeze, let it float in the flame,
If life is a dream, then who’s playin’ the game?

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)

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
Didn’t pack much just a mic and harddrive,
And my Nothing Muzik CD for the demo live,
Banking on a dream that barely keeps me alive,

I always tell the truth even when I lie,
Not on purpose and I try I see the surface and I glide,
To the top of my mind and I see it all inside,
All the crying and the sighs but on the outside it’s fine 

So many people in my life most are recently,
Think about my future put a smile on fake decently,
I cannot stand personas having some fake decency,
I promise you it does not go by all that easily,

Frequently I have nightmares that often end peacefully,
Secretly I piece together parts and bits so easily,
They’re needing me underground in disarray and its not ok,
Because one day they’ll look back and see I was a visionary,

Looking at my stream numbers that shit is abysmal,
Bottom of the barrel I can’t even see a decimal,
Ace said not to quit I got talent I don’t use it,
So I made Nothing Muzik but I still can’t fuze it,

Abuse it, that’s what I do with the beat,
When I rap and I rap and im still with my feet,
Its like a giant monster I can’t defeat,
Tim Jones walked now he’s down six feet,

Now I can let these dream killers go and kill all my dreams,
Or use my ego as the steam to fuel my release,
pull back on the sadness and pull down my sleeves,
because nothing stops growing I am like a tall tree,

But I’m not gonna fold cause im feeling the strain,
I been drenched in doubt now I dance in the rain,
Got my scars out in daylight no need to explain,
I aint hiding my story just to make it look plain,

And I ain’t tryna pity me, I’m stating what it is,  
Just a kid with a voice and a vision in the mist,  
They don’t listen till you gone, it’s a fucked up twist,  
I could vanish in the fog and they wouldn’t know I missed,

Stepped out the car in the city of my new life,
got a show six blocks I’m running late I’m passing cops,
fans rush the stage and I ain’t even there,
open the gates and I climb the stairs and I’m there,

Stepped on the stage with the weight of my past,
Mic in my hand like it’s all that I have,
Nothing Muzik still spinning still won’t sell fast,
But I made what I needed now that feeling can last,

Stepped into the room in the city of my new life,
boxes full I’m starting up brand new walls I’m guessing up,
the sun on my skin I feel the radiant beams,
I think I’ve found what life really means,

The Way

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)

Sun

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