Sinner FT. MannyIAM

The Baker Show

Lyrics:

Got a 5 on my hip,
Five girls in the whip,
Smash in her backdoors,
While she's on all fours.

Can't count four doors,
Because I've only got two,
Pull up in the stu,
Pull up with my crew.

Butterfly doors when they open thats crazy,
Chase me down grove to the block thats brazy,
Put me on the job and you know I'll save you,
Bolingbrook thats not the best view.

And I can't believe it,
Swerve in the whip then I dip and leave it,
And I switch the flow because I ain't got no hoes and all the bros know that I am about to blow,
So then they follow me though, I'm smashing through the hoes, I'm smashing through the foes, and then I bounce to bro and then we bounce the dough.

Pulling up to the bitch spot,
Two bullets make the barrel go hot,
Keep talking shit get your shit spun,
Mind your own business then you wont be one.

Ugly motherfucker to be sat on the floor,
You won't talk anymore because all you do is bore me.
Talking all that shit behind my back then endure me,
Pretending to adore me, someone should have warned me.

So many fakes flying around don't know who to trust,
Whippin' in the euros then switch to the bus,
Got sixteen seats for the haters all talking,
Hope the seats comfy if they not, start walking.

Got a 5 on my hip,
Five girls in the whip,
Smash in her backdoors,
While she's on all fours.

Can't count four doors,
Because I've only got two,
Pull up in the stu,
Pull up with my crew.

Gang always pull up ready,
Gang always pull up aim steady,
Heavy's in hand and the trigger stay ready,
To take down many of your men in the blink of an eye.

Talk your shit but youre still the same guy,
Taking time out of your day to try and take mine,
Kinda mad think its going your way,
Gonna sleep your shit gang make them say (yay).

5 on my hip,
Five girls in the whip,
Smash in her backdoors,
While she's on all fours.

Can't count four doors,
Because I've only got two,
Pull up in the stu,
Pull up with my crew.

Two Doors

Lyrics: 

Cruisin',
Five Floor house and we moving,
Five more now shits booming,
Five More now can't move in.

It's soothing,
Got two in the back the whips moving,
My pockets so fat we start grooving,
Get caught selling sniff and you're gone.

No LTP no THC don't envy me,
Because I'm on that shit,
Because I'm next up bitch,
Yeah and I'm on that shit.

Cruisin',
Five Floor house and we moving,
Five more now shits booming,
Five More now can't move in.

In the whip yeah we cruisin',
My girl, yeah she's lit she's refusing,
All of your shit, keep talking your shit my shit's lit,
Bitch.

Crusing down the streets of LS,
Never making no mess,
Bitch don't send that text because I don't care,
I do not care what you wear,
Don't share that number,
Money on my mind now I start to remember,
Taking my time so that I can remember...

Talk to my girl get a brusing,
I'm not losing,
You can try again she's refusing,
Even when I just flew in,
Take no time to start the bitch cruising,

And you know she be, yeah yeah, and you know she be...

Cruisin',
Five Floor house and we moving,
Five more now shits booming,
Five More now can't move in.

Cruisin',
Five Floor house and we moving,
Five more now shits booming,
Five More now can't move in.

prod. MarkMyWords.

Cruisin'

Cover art by Stormi.
Lyrics:

Hear the accent im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.
Hear the accent im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.

Lacing up my sneakers because its time to move,
Step back jumper thats my signature move,
A dance at homecoming signature groove,
Pulling out all the slang I got something to prove.

Got so much cash got nickels got quarters to spare,
So many quarters got 15 on my back Mahomes,
Walking around with a mullet no one seems to care,
I've got a lot to tell you so pull up a chair and prepare for what I'm about to share.

I'm American through and through,
Bleed red white blue,
So many stars and stripes in the roof,
I knew what I had to do when I seen you boo.

Hear the accent im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.
Hear the accent im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.

Put the turkey on the table,
Pull out lamb sauce see me on the label,
Running that ranch see me in the stables,
Pull up on me gon make me say (hey).

Hear the accent I'm an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.
Hear the accent I'm an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.

Around LS I be hiding my accent,
Thought it was cool turned around and back then,
Four shots popped off it was crazy whack when,
These guys pulled up thinking they were big men.

Had to pull up and prove to them,
That I'm him.
Gotta pull up and prove to them,
That I'm, An...

...Im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.
Hear the accent im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.

Hear the accent im an American Boy,
A-American Boy, American Boy.

American Boy

Humble FT. MannyIAM

More Time - FT. Ghost

Who You Fucking With? (When I'm Not There)

Fly Away

No Sudden Moves

missthemark

Life a Movie

prod. markmywords.

Lyrics:

cant find my heart think its lost,
dumb shit it hurt what it cost,
changed mind changed soul changed body,
life flipped pulled up to the party,

i cant feel it proper like i used to,
i only ever wanted to amuse you,
made choices fucked up hurt me,
cant stay clean imma get dirty.

cant stay clean imma get with it,
lost in my head one way ticket,
to get gone stay gone gone long,
cant help make one sad song.

pull up eat that shit its delicious,
pull up fuck the mistress,
i cant do it all up in my business,
im about to hit a lick its,

not what I wanna do,
keep the women one side,
music whats on my mind,
on that lyrical grind,

im spiritual,
im truthfull,
im usefull,
doing this shit for so long,
but it hurt me,
tryna move on from the past when its dirty,
cloudy,
she talking all rowdy,
lil girl just 'low me,

talk your shit when im hurt yeah i see it,
bakes steady on the grind you tryna be it,
gonna drop ten songs just pree it,
you want a pic lil bro i aint in it,
you tryna jump on my back while i win it.

holding onto the memories and actions,
shit changed not like it was back then,
i get lost in my head when im happy,
blindsided by all of the nasty,

and the red flags just entice me,
im a matador myself so i hold them,
and then I use them, pick up the pen,
and start write-en,
i cant right them.

some people are crazy,
do nothing turn shady,
little lady,
i aint tryna make you hate me.

some people get lost in their head,
they only care whose in your bed,
they aint ever gonna stop till im dead,
acting like i never cared.

all i ever do is care though,
its quite bad for me I cant say no,
i live and breath to please people,
every day the climb getting steeper,
i cant keep her.

i cant keep doing this its gone break me,
all these fucked up actions what make me,
you hear this typa beat you know bakes be.

on it.

Lost Heart

Limelight FT. Kirby

Remedy - FT. MannyIAM

Go Getter - FT. K1

prod. avatarbeats
Lyrics:
got many fans since im best in the city,
pull up on me im gone in a jiffy 
lost in the sauce and nobody can get me,
pull up aim straight and shit is just whiffin

hear all the talk and then more of the talk,
talk all the shit but aint walking the walk,
call me a bitch cant take anymore,
lets run the 1s youll be left on the floor

 yeah you can try pull up to the block,
5 deep and you still get shot,
EMS but the blood dont stop,
run the 1s and your shit get rocked

fuck with the gang and we try you for treason,
orange and blue LS-9 were in season,
we aint gone shoot less you give us a reason

we aint gone shoot less you try talk crazy,
ill spin not masked yeah im lazy,
ginge mullet anyway you can spot me,
missed 15 times when you shot me,

leak blood but you stuttering away,
leak tears moving on anyway,
when i find this motherfucker imma let the bullets spray,
when i hear this beat imma let the chorus sing

got many fans since im best in the city,
pull up on me im gone in a jiffy 
lost in the sauce and nobody can get me,
pull up aim straight and shit is just whiffin

hear all the talk and then more of the talk,
talk all the shit but aint walking the walk,
call me a bitch cant take anymore,
lets run the 1s youll be left on the floor

lets run it back i aint dissin nobody,
i aint got haters got fans like im bobby,
pass me the drink cuz im a dy-ing man,
touching the bible with all my right hand,

lord he talk crazy come save this lil man,
you know he scheming try make a lil plan,
yes i know they come back at me they shootin,
they all haters they gone keep me moving,
keep playing shit cuz i know that you groovin,
talk all that shit but alone you gone nice me,
walk wit this chain round my neck and its icy,

at this point heart gone so cold i might lose it,
all emotions gone make me act stupid,
when im up in this mood you best move it,
like juice dreams i have gone be lucid,

in those dreams you know you aint moving,
so much lead in his body its laying him down,
im done with this shit i be wearing the crown,
try talk all that now,
its your turn to speak,
praying on the weak,
ill leave you knees,
im sure you know what that shit means,

we smoking on green,
we stay high,
fuck it on god, this shit my time,
lil creepy ass fucks all you want is attention,
got my name in your mouth cuz thats just what you mention,

got many fans since im best in the city,
pull up on me im gone in a jiffy 
lost in the sauce and nobody can get me,
pull up aim straight and shit is just whiffin

hear all the talk and then more of the talk,
talk all the shit but aint walking the walk,
call me a bitch cant take anymore,
lets run the 1s youll be left on the floor.

Pop Out

prod. avatarbeats

Lyrics:
drop 50k and a public apology,
lil dee that boy is a son to me,
lil dee that boy a lil prodigy,
lil dee you know that he come to me,
say bakes can i get your presets please.

cuz he, he just wanna sound like me,
lil boy you diss me why you dissing my girl?
we was calm now you fucked your whole world,
i aint even gone talk bout no gangs,
but that Donald a bitch and lil boy gonna switch,
at the first chance he get,
lil dee aint no threat.

we just dont be rapping same level,
sounds like you be boxing the instrumental,
lil bitch you are nothing special.

act like a g but you quacking me up,
talk all this shit but you named donald duck.

drop a shit diss and you think thats enough,
lil bitch put yo ass in cuffs,
his little mouth gone be running it up,
you stay talkin about how im gone in a jiffy,
like what? that shit it just gets me...

yeah you gassed got a feat from boy manny,
did you beg on him too or whats that shit about?
pull up on this bitch and the chopper go BOW,
leave him in the clouds, 
this guy never shoots,
youd never think that shit was true,
all the shit he be spoutin,
ill kill your ass he be shouting,
run it back this lil boy name is donald
call up his phone and that boy sounded startled,
talking my shit,
but he stay quiet like a lil bitch

talk bout some shit like i payed for a feat,
lil bitch you tried come to me,
on your knees begging right at my feet,
a few others too but i aint gonna name em,

talk all that shit but im gonna be honest,
when you came up to me in the streets,
with your rhymes and your beats,
i was rocking the feat,
but you gone switch up quick,
talk all of your shit on music,
as if i dont put a beat on and you lose it,
as if i didnt put on my shit and you gas it,
if i was your boys id watch out this boy plastic

how in the fuck are you still tryna shoot me?
got beef with a guy who do not give a fuck if he losing,
stay run up the plays on my music,
you can pull up on me but your life you gone lose it,

got beef with a guy who do not give a fuck that trying,
got boys in your ear and they just gone keep lying,
dont fuck with lil dee he stay on twitter crying,
i pull out the best in you dude,

you hop in the booth,
you talking your shit,
but dee please deep this,
your best song is a diss,
and youre talking bout me bitch,
so go run it up i be waiting for drops,
go make some more tracks,
want a repost from pops? 

Donald (Diss)

I Like It FT. Laura Delucci

prod. MarkMyWords

Lyrics:
(bakes)
keep a piece by my side when we ride,
for my girl imma slide for my girl imma die,

keep a piece by my side when we ride,
wit my girl in the whip shit so quick we gone fly by,
im serious with the business,
dont be wasting my time, my team gonna slide by, run quick wit the drive by, you aint blink twice, you aint gonna think twice,
you dont wanna mess with me,
we fuck you up for free,
if you aint on the team,
then you best dip out the beamer,
can we hurry up im tryna meet her,
50 bands for the feature,
all my shit is clean yeah,
now you heard me on a hard beat,
imma,
keep quick with it,
drop bobby b in it,
cuz we gone make a hit, listen

(Bobby)
I don't like to talk too much, 
Never been the type of guy to walk too tough.
But I keep her by my side because I know she gonna ride 
and if a motherfucker try it they gone watch her clutch it.
Put him down and watch him suffer,
Lay him in the dirt and let his ass get covered.
Ain't no use of you tryin' 
Cuz I always keep one by my..

(bakes)
keep that piece right by my side,
keep that piece you know she mine,
flip that pistol cock that nine,
just to make sure that she ride or dine.

just to make sure that she ride or dine,
she take her time,
but im keen to wait so that i know she mine,
im tryna keep her though,
im tryna keep her close,
im tryna make it known,
how much she mean to me,

(Bobby)
I ain’t got too much to say,
I ain’t been the type of guy to hit the brakes if she wanna see what’s up with me. 
Put them pretty legs in the truck with me, 
Take her  down south be my company
And if she really tryna, really tryna run with me.
All she gotta do is say the word and she can come with me. 
But I hope that she don't mind that  I'll always keep one by my...

(bakes)
you aint gotta fuck with me,
you got my number tryna fuck with me,
i got the call ID,
so whatchu tryna say?
ill let the bullets spray,
and hope the shots gone hit him
and let the chorus sing listen.

Piece FT. Bobby Brantley

Lost It

prod. lovin beats

Lyrics:
Riding top down in the whip, sun shining,
Rolling streets with the boys and we all vibing,
cant think of a night that would be better than this,
I call the boys over simple, with the flick of a wrist,

and with the flick of a wrist we gone be vibing all night,
we popping drinks and downing pills till the first light,
and for the first time in a long time its alright,
we aint gone put up no fight,
and then go fill up my cup,
and get fucked till i wake up.

until i wake up,
and then im fucked again,
i cannot make amends,
with the dark thoughts it my head,
that crawl in my ear straight when im lying in bed,

but then i shake it off,
cus whats at stakes enough,
you cannot make mistakes,
and then try blame it on yourself for bait,
then you ache,

so you try live it up,
because you are enough,
and the sun is still shining bright,
and the stars are gone shine at night,

so live your best life,
and dont wake up,
dont wake up.

Don't let Him win.

Don't let Him in.

Don't Wake Up.

(Don't) Wake Up

Prod. CervoBeats.
Lyrics:

yeah they stay hit my line but im locked in,
you can try slide my line wit the wrong ting,
you gone try talk your shit but you cant win,
try get fucked up put it in the cup.

like i got pink dreads know im in da cut,
yeah she got a cute voice know im down to fuck,
yeah she got a cute voice know im down to ride,

pop 15 shots now im with the guys,
pop 15 shots put the car in drive,
took 15 tokes now im feeling high,
know I ride that beat so smoothly,

this life childs play like the movie,
know im tryna tour life like uzi,
know im tryna live life a lil faster,
tryna be a Freeman like the actor.

gonna eat good fill up my platter,
gonna sneak round in the crowd pink panther, yeah.

i cant fault that,
getting all in my face like you all that,
but ill clap back,
hit you right back down if you come back.

im on that shit cuz im dialed in,
when i talk my shit know its frightening,

yeah you can talk your shit but ill dig myself,
that hole to put you back in hell,
cuz satans calling wheres his mans?
said hes writing rhymes yeah fuck the plans 

yeah the beat hit hard but i hit harder,
hit hard with the words cuz im smarter, 
first place first name on the team sheet, starter.

yeah they stay hit my line but im locked in,
you can try slide my line wit the wrong ting,
you gone try talk your shit but you cant win,
try get fucked up put it in the cup.

just give me that love cuz i dont want that money,
come back it up because I want that body,
come back it up that body sweet like honey,

you can try fuck my flow but im locked in,
the game was all fine fore i rocked in,
sprinkle in a lil beef that I dropped in,
stayed quiet lil bit, wheres bakes bin?

stay quiet lil bitch but ill find you,
fucking up lil flees aint nun new for me,
lil bro know i help write the story,

know that im stephan like the king when i write,
Doc Sleep cuz the boy catching z's tonight,
and this girl so fine put her on the best flight,

put her on the best flight with the headroom,
first class flight going straight to my bedroom,

love ignites when i think of you.

Child's Play

Lucky - FT. Keshi

Prod. Skeyez Beats
Lyrics:
they be waiting on my ass like I dissapeared,
only seein green in my eyes when im with my peers,
getting dissed a few times, ill let it slide, no reply,
cuz my name worth more then they rent.
ill let them vent on the track, with my name.

dead label well bitch ill say the same,
i plead the fifth when it comes to all these lames,
at the end of the day they sound the same, as one another.
'its a family im tied in with my brothers'

well they lied.
im sorry bro but you know dont deny.
this aint a diss, or a hit aint gonna fry,
just dont say i never looked out for those guys.

they get lost in they head dont see the vision,
they got No Love for the game,
this aint they Dream they getting played,
booked four times and they still aint getting payed.

I dont hate them, i just hate this.
this a sneak pray, not a sneak diss.
this music games wrecked, and I blame one,
this aint about the (music) game anymore, its a fame one.
this shits a lame one.

'If you ain't one of the greats at the ocean...'
'then you aint getting no motion'
'Imma start a collective'
Bitch you start a commotion.

Im not tryna hate on you, or her,
Its just crazy how unaware you are,
of the state of the game,
cuz of what you been playin,

all these tricks that you pull,
all these games that you play,
yeah you take all these artists but end the day,
you got 5 going shows,

playing songs,
10 more dont play along.
10 more dont wake up why?
Held captive by this guy.

You think the scenes toxic?
No this brand just think they hot shit,
Its pissing me off,
And if you ask me,

Its ruined by one, and its IMc.

Still Here (Freestyle - Diss)

Prod. MarkMyWords

Lyrics:
i was gone a little but but now im back now,
i got this money and its flowing like a cash cow,
drop a hit just to let em know what im about,

i drop a hit just to let them know im crazy,
same bars same flow, shits lazy,
it takes time for a masterpiece,
i said it takes time for a masterpiece to form,

you conform to the norms of the game,
the game will make ya shit sound lame,
frame it up a picture,
like a masterpiece the mona lisa,

i just hopped the zip i need a visa,
for your shit to blow you need a feature,
to listen to your shit need anesthesia.
NO WERE NOT THE SAME.

they hear my name,
and it stays they mouths,
like a moth to a flame,
i need the pounds,

i need the GBP,
7 digits in the fee,
if you on my side then come ride wit me,
if you GOR then come ride for free,
simple, look

Where bakes at?
they been searching like its blues clues,
im on stage everyonce in a blue moon,
no british rapper can go fill up in my shoes,
scrap that,
no rapper could go do what i do on the stage with the mic,
maybe Lite?

been around too long that they namin me,
you got your beef keep shamin me,
for some shit I didnt do,
got a loose screw,
all up in your head,
who woulda knew,
if your shit blew,
with my name on it instead.

that shits dead,
like a Banksy peice,
that shits built to blow,
self destruct like your own flow,
come to me lil bro you know ill help you.

while im on my feet,
i move real discrete,
i dip out the ends,
i call that retreat,
and then you send the feat,
and then i hit delete,
your bars were obsolete,
i cant believe this shit,
its like a meet and greet,
opps filling up the streets,
i wont take defeat,
i wont move a bit,

what happens next when I dip?
wheres bakes?
left a note on the whip,
'I'll be back soon im on a trip. And Im living the Dream, and im rocking the drip. '

Mona Lisa

📍 𝗘𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗥𝗣 📍
bakes in this bitch

GOR Artist.

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