lyrics

im wit the stars now 
fuck out my face 
got 2 twin bops trynna get a lil taste 
jet to tokyo had to up my class 
v12 what i push 
so u know this shit fast 
i’m him baby girl i’m not them 
i would tie down 
but my name not ken 
i live life fast 
might cop a new benz 
look all i want is blues and these pockets on dense wit me and my friends 

i take hoes i love to buy clothes 
moved to the city 
now it feels like home 
taking more chances 
i aim to go farther 
my son a pimp 
nigga watch yo daughter 

hundreds on kicks 
hella ice on these wrists 
im dipped necks break 
cause i walk like him 
throw me that in water 
and i’ll show you how to swim 
look u ain’t the type that i look up to win 

i’m trench baby
show you how slide onna punk 
that ain’t white ash
that’s boof no runts 
this a big bag spender 
cash no lenders 
she gone cheat on you 
and you gone still go defender 

i got it like that 
i’m a mac from the rose 
ima put it on her tab 
so nigga just move 
she want your bread 
ima do me and get her loot instead 
wit my friends

TOKYO

jaswed x axaero - speakeasy prod. cyfal

lyrics 

hey girl where you at tho 
gotta another crib
u could slide thru the back door 
im in the hills inna tessy 
super bad and bougie
i could tell u gotta bestie 
i could tell you wanna test me 
what’s your eta 
cause these bottles not empty 
break the za 
we got more packs 
i don’t give a fuck bout yo ex 
he a door mat 
2x

bitch on my body wanna talk too much,
speaking yapanese while i'm all in her lungs
i'mma need a bad bitch from the south to come fuck
and i think i'm getting bored, i ain't falling in love

yea i like em top shelf cant stay in my lane,
she is bipolar, she is fucking insane.
but the head game strong so i can't complain
all im gonna ask her whats your eta?

okay i'm him
bad lil bitch boutta slip from her friends
on my city boy shit i'mma hit her and dip
i be sipping moscato with her tongue on my dick

i'm a pretty white boy so i get what i want
dame like eminem in 07, on top.
when they talk about you, only talk about flops.
he be sayin that's my bitch and i tell him womp womp

lyrics 

when i look into your eyes 
i can see where im heading to 
i know you hate me 
but fuck it i would hate too 
dark magic brought money 
now i cant lose 
when i try to feel love is when i cant move 
all these drugs telling me i got to kick back 
fuck that, ima wash it down
where the 5th at?
pretty goth bitch want me to go and flip that 
i take her to the room 
she got cuts where her wrists at 
2x

all i wanna do is get the bread 
all she wanna do is pull up nd give me head 
murdered out whips, u can’t see thru the tint 
im blessed and im cursed wit this bomb ass dick 

she want me to slide
cause im dipped and im sauced 
everything brand new 
i don’t care for the cost
really i’m a boss from a fucked family 
before the rap hit
i had to flip the nose candy 

everything good nowadays i suppose 
i miss my friend, can’t believe you overdosed 
i try to ring god
can u pick up the phone? 
yeah i got money but i still feel alone 

sometimes i wanna fall from this rope 
sometimes i wanna see where i go 
cause i just wanna know if i still got a soul 
would i be an angel or would i b a ghost?

DARK MAGIC

Demons & Angels (prod. love matt & blocktane)

Faded **Prod. User x Nocturne**

we gon party all night 😮‍💨

Lyrics:
Yeah
She gon’ hit my line, cause you know I'm wit the shits
Why you down bad, wanna leave yo man in a ditch
Like damn, shawty throw that ass back
Way too good with it, show me how you do it like that
Uh huh, yeah shake it for me
We gon’ party all night, just you and me
So what, if yo mans he know 
Cause I got my blick on go (hey, listen)
She gon’ hit my line, cause you know I'm wit the shits
Why you down bad, wanna leave yo man in a ditch
Like damn, shawty throw that ass back
Way too good with it, show me how you do it like that
Uh huh, yeah shake it for me
We gon’ party all night, just you and me
So what, if yo mans he know
Cause I got my blick on go

Yeah drop that shit, come shake it
Baby got the moves all night, she wasted
Two more whiffs of the blunt, we faded
Like damn I can never come face it
I'm too high on a wednesday night
That I might go blind if I take that shit
I'm so fried that I'm out of my mind
That I might go die when I'm off that brick
Everybody feels like I owe them shit
So I hop thru the club and I find my bitch
You cannot test on a boy too cold
I can never come down on the smoke I quit
You cannot feel what I feel today 
But I feel okay when I hold my bitch
I come right thru in the front door
Everybody come down to the dance floor, and shake it

Shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace it
Yeah shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace that shit
And shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace it
Yeah shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace that shit and shake it

I stole 1nonly's sound, now I'm better
Nah I'm just playing, I be getting too meta
Shout out my boys in the burbs, rock sweaters
It's crocs with socks, it don't matter the weather
My dick bout as big as my ego, suck it
Moncler coat, drop a band down, fuck it
Party all night, til’ the feds start coming
If your bitch want me then I'm putting my thumb in
Okay, okay lets go
Shout out dababy, Imma steal his flow
Hit the boys in the valley, I'mma tell em whats good
We be rolling 6 deep, while we roll 3 woods
This bitch got money like a landlord
And I know she ain't pay no rent
How these boys tryna get on, but scam some
Y'all trash, stick to selling your fent

Yeah
She gon’ hit my line, cause you know I'm wit the shits
Why you down bad, wanna leave yo man in a ditch
Like damn, shawty throw that ass back
Way too good with it, show me how you do it like that
Uh huh, yeah shake it for me
We gon’ party all night, just you and me
So what, if yo mans he know 
Cause I got my blick on go (hey, listen)
She gon’ hit my line, cause you know I'm wit the shits
Why you down bad, wanna leave yo man in a ditch
Like damn, shawty throw that ass back
Way too good with it, show me how you do it like that
Uh huh, yeah shake it for me
We gon’ party all night, just you and me
So what, if yo mans he know
Cause I got my blick on go

Shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace it
Yeah shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace that shit
And shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace it
Yeah shake it, bitch shake it, drop it down to the floor, embrace that shit and shake it

SHAKE IT

SHAKE IT (w/ DeeKay, damienfarron)

ALBUM TIME MOTHERFUCKERS LETS RUN IT. 

LYRICS:
i get bread from the fans 
i get love from the fans 
i get sex from the fans 
i get quid pro quo 
watch out for the flash 
i be doing my dance 
on top of the grave
of a bitch that spoke
no u aint got a chance 
i get neck on demand 
i’ll kill for my fam 
my gang folks
my gang, my folk.

im 5’9 maybe 5’10 with a mic in hand cause im stomping shit
u can steal my flow but dont make a mess because dear god u make it obvious 
i’m southbound on the 805 with the windows down screaming hieroglyphs 
dont keep politics out of hip hop keep hip hop out of politics 
i wish microphones were more expensive i so i aint have to hear bullshit
i hope trump shuts down shein so we can see which one of these hoes rich
ur crosses aint chrome hearts
i can tell by the patch and the font on the back 
my crew really go hard
each one got a plaque ill turn it up max matter fact 
im swinging a crow bar
right at ur head 
this one out of they mind no this ones off of they meds 
u must’ve did some real fucked up in the past cause when u had get out of bed 
i put my gloves on ready to scrap a collision course was set
u thought u was getting the same old funk but u got me instead

i get bread from the fans 
i get love from the fans 
i get sex from the fans 
i get quid pro quo 
watch out for the flash 
i be doing my dance 
on top of the grave
of a bitch that spoke
no u aint got a chance 
i get neck on demand 
i’ll kill for my fam 
my gang folks
my gang, my folk.


Quid Pro Quo (prod. JXYLN)

Stan Van Gundy

I've been working hard towards being a better person, And with that a better artist

PRBLM Ft: GruGii Prod: Shroomythemagic

first official mixtape in over 10 years—not a comeback, a return to rank.

This project is stamped with real pain, real motion, and real growth. Every record comes from experience, not imagination—less talking, more proof. This is survival music, trench lessons, and boss pressure wrapped in one body of work.

I didn’t rush this. I lived it.

Thefrontstreetdon is the sound of a soldier who stayed solid, took orders, gave orders, and finally stepped back to the front line on his own terms. SHIT REAL



Quid Pro Quo (prod. JXYLN)

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