Jeep (feat. Terror Reid)

Lyrics:
Rip open the back door 

Flick off a lil whack hoe

I cant show my face 



Already look like im dead 



Partnas getting stacks tho 

I cant lose my faith bro 



Feels like im just outside my body and lookin in



Losing all of my mental just to feed up all of my kinfolk cant straight im feeling real sinful 

Burn this rubber off that import you a fed lookin for more info what i said isnt no insult 

Why all these rappers just saying the same things and letting it get to they muhfuckin head? He -head -head 





Swerving thru yo lane shawty

You aint getting paid shawty 

Why tf u making all them songs and boasting mid 



I know yous a lame shawty 

You aint hit no stain shawty 

How tf you aint got no gun

 ikno yous a bitch 









Bum pullin up with them bands mane

Glock 40 covered in red stains 

Kick on the choppa like sensei 

Rotten and bummy since 98



Why they need a coolin kit when they dont use that heat bro 

Playing w that fye that boy end up w a heat stroke




I can’t take none of you serious
Heavy flow of cash
compare it to a period
They been piling trash
I dig a new grave
when I hear this shit
took a second to go this fast
lemme see what gear it’s in
It should say it on the dash

top five at least
1st spot in top three
That wrist watch
can’t clock me
You bitches ain’t gon stop me
Ankle deep inside that water
When I Drop heat
It’s like I’m hovering
over my body
I can see all that
Gotta get on it
Yea
I been near
Extinction
What they thinkin
Im still crawling yea,
Know my future creepin
Sunrise peakin
Wanna be ballin
Yea

Save me from myself
I’m overwhelmed
You never felt what I felt
Im livin hell
Fuck whatever cards were dealt,
Just be yourself
If it’s chronic that I smelt
It’s top shelf
You Closed minded
livin im the Bible Belt
Don’t be judging when ya face
start to muthafuckin melt
Start to muthafuckin

KEEP IT ON MY SIDE - bumboi w GREYKILLAKILLA (prod. bumboi)

I’m Not Supposed To Be Here

Yokai

Black Sheep

prod. Titus
leaving this on soundcloud for now

don’t matter what time 

tried to boot the kickstand 
left stranded tires getting popped all the wish branded vettels whipping formulas 
moving to the moon watch
omega with a pig pen
say hey kid, better pay attention to the origin 
reign in effect been the coach if we met 
still on the plate don’t need self loathing jester 
setting ordinance 
you make the crowns 
trained for olympics im rewarded it 
now you biting medal 
pure tradition in your orifice 
what you expect out here calling an orca a fish 
fuck is y’all doin? jumping on command to board ships 
dingy at best 
the flow is bout as tilla as it get 
you ain’t heard it 
money and your attitude to poor to stick 
 casted to depth 
still freezing cold with no air time 
they stuck up 

shit ain’t 
so much stocked 
shit we pioneering notha hoarder spin 
no importance all the pilot records broken in now they heading to the eye of the storm 
with orville pissed  
all to make korn pop 
like kid rock on the road again 
they drums cheap 
kfc to stewart copeland 
serving dirt and water 
promoting those two components mixed 
bucket an axel when the pain had first arose 
but no use out here rubbing sand up onto a broken limb 
to many pups tryna go and get a lick in
the primus yet to come 
bitch we headed to the chicken now 
used to worry if i could get it 
felt unworthy 
now i’m up early picking 3 other different styles 
frizzle and fry john silver in a palette 
to caviar for the mind now they saying i’m fishing how 
these lines outta your reach 
i been set in position queue gun clicking 
i’m sprinting round twice before they finish

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LINGO (with Fellaair)

1991 (USSR)

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🎶 Song Description – Momma We Made It

Momma We Made It is Rach Society’s heartfelt celebration of triumph after struggle — a letter of victory to his late mother and a salute to everyone who came up from the bottom. The track captures the raw emotions of escaping public housing, moving past welfare lines, and trading fried bologna for steak dinners, all while staying true to his roots.

With lyrics that blend pain, hustle, and pride, Rach Society reflects on the journey from the projects to black Benzes, from penitentiary memories to industry defiance. It’s both an anthem of survival and a toast to success: proof that even in the harshest beginnings, greatness can still rise.

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