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Lost It

[Intro]
lets wrap this up bitch
me and dee blood cousins
so what you saying mad disgusting
wasn't even there when your gang come in

Whole city hot but you're still not running on my block
tell you the truth, never seen you 
you send in the troop, cause you cant shoot.

whole city hot, whole city hot
make ya hoe bop to my brand new drop
oh he did not, think I would stop?
whole city shot, whole city bots

say I went inside to hide?
I was out hitting a lick at the time!
whole city hot, posted on the block
if you want beef post it on the blog

Naldi and murphy, Addy the Baddie
JC and Manny, lil dee and Charlie
of course they mention Keshi
everyone is ready
no one do it quite like me
come and hear my poetry

[Hook]
summer heat just really make, everyone get really mad
Everyone want a get-back, everyone wanna drop tracks
everyone wanna make rap, Mr lite think that he that
woah now, slow down, better slow your roll now

[Verse2] - Addy the baddie

Whole city want smoke? Bet—we loadin’ the clips,
Talk tough in the booth, get rocked on the strip.
We don’t squash no beef, we just season it raw,
Catch a rapper outta pocket, leave his name on the wall.

Ops chirpin' like birds 'til the talons hit,
Whole crew masked up, bringin' balance quick.
Ain’t no rules in this game, just bodies and chalk,
Y’all rap for the views—we talk how we walk.

We the wolves in the dark, y’all lambs for the feast,
Said it's diss track season? Then we feastin’ on beef.
No warnings, no shots in the air—we aim face,
Now your top dog ghost, couldn’t keep up the pace.

City in flames, and we lovin' the heat,
Every verse like a blade, every line cut deep.
Y’all begged for the smoke—now choke on that,
We don’t diss for the trend—we attack, then laugh.

[Hook]
summer heat just really make, everyone get really mad
Everyone want a get-back, everyone wanna drop tracks
everyone wanna make rap, mr lite think that he that
woah now, slow down, better slow your roll now

Naldi and murphy, addie the baddie
Jc and manny, lil dee and charlie
of course they mention keshi
everyone is ready
noone do it quite like me
come and hear my poetry

Whole City Hot  Ft.AddyTheBaddie

I aint waiting outside ima hold the door
Keep a shiesty and chain when we getting low 
Post traumatic insane when I'm all alone 
I ain’t begging for change since my feelings don’t 
You aint been at the range so you ducking smoke 
How tf is we beefing and ain’t even spoke 
Keep a scope on his head he ain’t even know 
I’m addicted to pain I can’t even cope 

It’s bigger than beef tonight 
I gotta baby she wants some things 
So I make sure she eating aight 
Keep them hop outs and them switches tight 
Even tho pd is light 
If you fucking with my money let’s make sure  we even right 
Fore we get to scheming right 

Just Spinning and moppin shit 
Come and sip on this 40 I’m poppin it
Give af what you said I ain’t tolerant 
Ain’t no industry checks cause some politics 
Brodie stay with the herb like a botanist 
On the 1st and 15th imma rob ya shit
In the mix with yo girl Neapolitan 
Ain’t a block in this city ain’t solid in  
Just count it all up on the table yea 
We gon have problems you pay what you owe
Cause you kno I ain’t giving no favors yea 
Twin grab some fent then he toss it in the Os
Cause you know we love mixing the labels yea 
kill anyone about baby yea 
Problems if losers don’t pay me yea 
You know that your block gonna hate me yea 
I pull up with shiesty 
With a top 5 and I mean that 
So I know you know you don’t like me 
You was flexing 
So I need that you was moving too high key 
You know you was high key
Now run ya lil shit bro before we get feisty

It’s bigger than beef tonight 
I gotta baby she wants some things 
So I make sure she eating aight 
Keep them hop outs and them switches tight 
Even tho pd is light 
If you fucking with my money let’s make sure  we even right 
Fore we get to scheming right

Bigger Than Beef

Fake Mill (fuck j mil)
what the (fuck j mill)
Fuck you really tryin to feel?
Fake Mill (fuck j mill)
Fuck Mill (fuck j mill)
Why you tryin to get into my grill

You say im mad disgusting maybe check the beef
if you can't handle that then maybe stop n fucking leave
I know that you on yo period so go n flick that bean
this guy be bipolar you gotta lay off the weed

You say I don't shoot ill come do it myself
but knowing you, you be scared of me putting ass to belt
now tell me JMILL who the fuck you kiss and tell
you think this is over this match even ain't close to the bell

I was gonna be yo dad but now I wanna get the milk 
talking shit about me then gets worried how I spill
its called diss season for a reason dumbass J MILL
this guy been talking about me for 5 songs bro chill

We know you already lost cause yo is now irrelevant 
I just hope you grow and learn just for yo own betterment 
the fuck you calling yourself a thug with an embezzlement
your only prime days were back when you became a letterman

Fake Mill (fuck j mil)
what the (fuck j mill)
Fuck you really tryin to feel?
Fake Mill (fuck j mill)
Fuck Mill (fuck j mill)
Why you tryin to get into my grill

Fake Mill - Mr. Lite

goofy - Mr. Lite

t x l l  m x

Checking the Price (ft. Keshi & Gunner)

Beamer ft. Gunner

Run Away feat. Gunner

I’m feelin kinda lost, going out my mind.
Been doin this for 3 years, I did my time. 
Now everyone pretend like they know me like 
I ain't sittin’ on a milly, but all I show you hoes is dimes.
I’m tired of the bull, tired of these bitches playin’ with me. 
Say you love my songs, but yall ain’t really tryna sing em with me
Everytime I drop some shit, some bitches got some shit to say.
But I ain’t worried bout it, all I say is fuck em, walk away. 
Everyday, playin' face, but underneath it's all the same. 
Copy, paste, beg me for a feature, then they drop my name. 
Got me in your sights now, baby, take a shot, so I can put you in the spotlight, baby. 
This shit give me an appetite, baby. 
I get hungry, connect to it like satellite, baby. 
I'm a junkie, I'm jonesin' for this music life shit, 
It's like a needle to my veins, how it got me vice gripped. 
Like this.
But lately, all it's doin' is makin' me lifeless. 
Be lookin' back like damn, man. 
"What we doin, what's the plan, man?"
Just spark the spliff and hit the clouds, don't give a fuck where we gone land, man.
Ignore em,
Ignore the pussy ass hoes who say we gettin' boring. 
Cuz we been doin' this before 'em.
And I ain't here for back and forth, 
But if it really hit the fan, some of you bitches would come knockin' at the door.

(Chorus) 
I don't wanna hide what's on my mind. 
But I don't know the way to say it, 
So I put my pencil to the paper, these days.

Too busy drinkin',  thinkin' bout the time that I been wastin'
I'm wasted, 
And bout to take the pen up off the paper.
I'm tired of singin' 
Tired of writin' songs, 
Tired of givin my all to these artists for them to do me wrong. 
Tired of claimin' brothers and sisters who ain't really rockin' with ya. 
That take a chance and they diss you when folks get them alone.
And then they front and act like they didn’t, 
Say that I’m actin different, 
I  call em out for the shit then they start lookin shocked.
But it’s alright, I already did it, I done made my mark. 
I made it to the top, I'm on my pedestal now,
I might be gone for a while, 
But I look back with a smile, 
Cuz Im the king of this shit don’t need no ring 
Cuz I cling to the crown

(Chorus) 
I don't wanna hide what's on my mind. 
But I don't know the way to say it, 
So I put my pencil to the paper, these days.

This shit used to get me high off of nothin'.
Inhale it like a cigarette, I'm fiendin' for the buzz. 
I'm buggin'
Now I don't know who I can put my trust in, 
 Keep showin' me them true colors, bitch, 
And I'll keep movin' and adjustin'. 
Breakin' news, just in: 
You  bitches always got some shit to say and it's disgustin'
Y'all keep me in discussions. 
Beatin' on your brain so much, you hoes got a concussion. 
But it's alright it's just the reporcussions, 
So y'all can keep discussin'

(Chorus) 
I don't wanna hide what's on my mind. 
But I don't know the way to say it, 
So I put my pencil to the paper, these days.

These Days - Bobby Brantley

On my Mind

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