Humble FT. MannyIAM

In The Air (Feat. MariBandz)

F*ck a Manny i'm the- 
I'm the real that's who I am
We ain't pressed about no Za, we havin bags nah we ain't them
Oh he thinking that's that gang, that sh*t straight chips a group of friends
Easton had bout 6 gangs, that's a block bunny can't go like him

I ain't never ask my moms for a handout
yea i'm the one that go put her on 
I could promise you Five ain't stressing, i'm getting a rack just to troll ya phone
Tell that boy go eat that d*ck, ain't pressing the Five what the f*ck you on
How the f*ck you wan say that's block ain't nobody outside and nobody be home

Now let’s talk on the facts
Why your rappers still trap 
Nah the five really don’t get that 
This that grown get back 
Taking friend groups of the map
Sittin in queue ain’t the way you trap
Yea I get racks
Manny had walked in the club with no bag that sh*t too sad
East- Easton had walked in the spot, he tried to walk down on Esther but got no Mack
Adam the one with a b*tch, but she leave em for weeks then she go get thrashed 
Manny just cry and he mumble, he ain't got no bag no bro can't rap
I guess he ran outta money, he gave up the cat can't pay that tax
Yea i just came outta pilly, to a brand new  rack and my b*tch throwing a*s

F*ck a Manny i'm the- 
I'm the real that's who I am
We ain't pressed about no Za, we havin bags nah we ain't them
Oh he thinking that's that gang, that sh*t straight chips a group of friends
Easton had bout 6 gangs, that's a block bunny can't go like him

Yea East tried to recruit Five, cause MannyIAM can't put them on
I could promise you Five ain't stressing, i'm getting a rack just to troll ya phone
Tell that boy go eat that d*ck, ain't pressing the Five what the f*ck you on
How the f*ck you wan say that's block ain't nobody outside and nobody be home

Manny had copped him a house, and his b*tch left him and then took his home
If this music scene took real talent, i don't think that lil Manny a really be on
I ain't gon say too much bout the rest of the group cause them boys ain't known
Now let's talk on the facts, you only got that check cause the scene that Five stepped on

Now let’s talk on the facts
Easton ain't got your back, said that's bro but don't know your tracks
We gon talk on the facts
If you was carrying talent your label would say don't trap 
Walk in the club can't drop no racks
Hop on the beat can't run the track
Oh he tryna creep through the backdoor, whenever i want ima smoke that pack

F*ck a Manny i'm the- 
I'm the real that's who I am
We ain't pressed about no Za, we havin bags nah we ain't them
Oh he thinking that's that gang, that sh*t straight chips a group of friends
Easton had bout 6 gangs, that's a block bunny can't go like him

I ain't never ask my moms for a handout
yea i'm the one that go put her on 
I could promise you Five ain't stressing, i'm getting a rack just to troll ya phone
Tell that boy go eat that d*ck, ain't pressing the Five what the f*ck you on
How the f*ck you wan say that's block ain't nobody outside and nobody be home

FiveIAM! (Diss)

555K (Diss)

555k wasn't hitting enough to really try, drop lyric and i'll respond to that one son son

No Auto (Diss)

Get Out Of My Head - Sakura x TommyAngelo (prod. wixxy & tattidar)

Get Out Of My Head - Sakura x TommyAngelo

I Miss You - Sakura (prod. Chill Sebs & Daniel Saint)

I Miss You - Sakura

Mixed by K1

Verse 1:
I’m walking down these streets again
The ones we used to know, back when
We’d laugh like the world would never end
Now I’m just chasing what we knew then

Pre-Chorus:
I still hear your voice in the back of my head
Like a melody I can’t forget
I’m just sitting here, thinking 'bout the time
When we were young, when everything felt nice

Chorus:
I’m feeling like I’m living in a dream
Where the past is all I really need
Got the memories, got the time
But I’m still here, just waiting for a sign
Yeah, I’m feeling like I’m living in a dream
Like the world’s spinning, you’re here with me

Verse 2:
I found an old postcard the other day
Took me back to when we’d runaway
We didn’t care, just the two of us
Now I’m sitting there, but it doesn’t feel enough

Bridge:
I still see your face in every crowd
I hear your laugh and it makes me smile
I’m just sitting here, thinking 'bout the past
Wishing time would slow down, make it last

Outro:
Maybe someday, we’ll meet again
In the places where the past never ends
I’ll find you in the things we used to do
And I’ll be alright if I’m thinking 'bout you
Yeah-
Yeah-
Yeah..

Dreaming of You

How many times can you show up for someone who keeps slipping back into the same pain?

“How Many Times” by Traumaverse is a raw, hypnotic hip-hop confession that blends pain, loyalty, and frustration into a chant-like hook. Over a dark, minimalist beat, Traumaverse weaves vivid images of magic tricks gone wrong, addiction cycles, and the weight of helping someone who won’t change.

If you’ve ever felt drained by someone you love — trying to pull them out while they keep slipping back — this track will hit you in the chest. Deep lyrics, addictive cadence, and a hook that loops in your head.

🎧 Stream. Repost. Comment how it hit you. Let’s break the silence on trauma and healing.

How Many Times (Addict's Cycle)

Blue Balenciagas

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bakes in this bitch

GOR Artist.