Lyrics:
3 lines up my nose, now I’m scheming
Give a fuck what you say, what you motherfucking thinking
And I ride with my team, with some motherfucking demons
I ain’t new to this shit, I don’t do it for the weekends
And that bitch swallow my semen
She do what I say, I don’t gotta get to screaming
And I do what I can for this money I’m receiving
Come up with a plan and we get that shit completed

Coming at you live for 3 minutes
Riding with the 92F and the clip in
Rolling up the joint, gorilla glue in it
I’m known around the 805 like I’m brad Pitt
If you don’t show respect, you know we got the tec
Riding through your hood smoking on this trainwreck
Lazer beam in your face like it’s Star Trek
And I’m slanging all these drugs, got my fucking paycheck
Lean in my cup, sipping mud, we rolling up
Got the jelly breath in my backwood loaded up
Also got a clip loaded so he better duck
Remington 870 and it got the wooden pump
He think his bitch look like Aphrodite
Tryna step up to me he look super mighty
50 5.7 rounds in my p90
He gon get shot if he don’t stop whining

3 lines up my nose, now I’m scheming
Give a fuck what you say, what you motherfucking thinking
And I ride with my team, with some motherfucking demons
I ain’t new to this shit, I don’t do it for the weekends
And that bitch swallow my semen
She do what I say, I don’t gotta get to screaming
And I do what I can for this money I’m receiving
Come up with a plan and we get that shit completed

And this blunt imma face
This molly got me up so I gotta switch the pace
And my life is kinda fucked, you can say I got some pain
And this beat I interrupt cause I got some shit to say
Got my brothers and we scheming
Bitch we keep a loaded Glock and AK for some reasons
Lots of homies locked up bitch free my demons
When I pull the trigger it lights up like a beacon
Ye I grew up on the wrong side
Getting money in these streets, bitch I live the wrong life
Bitch I grew up in them wrong times
I wanna make out I wanna make it right
See the clock it’ll always chime
Listen to your god he’s always right
See them suckas in the nighttime
When I’m riding through my city with a loaded 9

3 lines up my nose, now I’m scheming
Give a fuck what you say, what you motherfucking thinking
And I ride with my team, with some motherfucking demons
I ain’t new to this shit, I don’t do it for the weekends
And that bitch swallow my semen
She do what I say, I don’t gotta get to screaming
And I do what I can for this money I’m receiving
Come up with a plan and we get that shit completed

written by me
produced by me
engineered by pistolpetebeats

High As Fuck

Time Wasted (Remix) w/930Zay

Psychotic Thoughts

Autism

Water (ft. SaiphwitdaK & 930Zay)

XANS Pt. II

No Fronting

Unhealthy Medications

Nuisance

Conversation With Death

Where’d It Go Wrong ?

3rd Quarter Remix

Souls of mischief remix

Lyrics:
Like a motherfucking dyke, put this strap in your ass
Off this motherfucking jigga yeah I’m rolling super fast
I done stayed up the whole night, I don’t know when imma crash
I’m lost in all these figures, to these drugs I’m losing cash

Stuck in all this mischief, don’t think I’ll give up the mask
Like stain after stain, but I haven’t made no profits
Slang after slang, but I spent like all my profits
Talking to god feeling like the next prophet

Feeling like the next prophet
If I fucking talk it then I walk and I jock it
In my pants a rocket that’ll launch off during testing
For that task I lock in, make him strip and leave him freezing

Sirens of police, that’s my favorite sound I’m hearing
Even if they right behind I ain’t ever freezing
Even if they Frozo, man they couldn’t even freeze me
If I ever get stained, I’m just talking bout my clothing

Tide pod on me, I clean in it up such a hurry
It would leave you wondering if it was ever worthy
Pretend my name is Michael and I’ll do you just like Bodie
Message sent directly, you just gotta check your notis

Tried to speed it up, I realized it’s better slowly
If they come, protect my shit; they won’t score, I’m a goalie
Don’t need phonie homies, rather spend my free time lonely
Like they don’t really know me, but I bet you still know me

Like bitch yeah you know me
I’ve been posted with my youngins, I don’t kick it with no OGs
Catch a - then I rap about it like I’m Gucci
You just led pencil on the skin, you don’t do things

Like damn I love my lady I ain’t fucking with no groupies
Fucking with no hoochies, gotta keep a girl that’s silent
This shit classical like I’m Mozart and Chopin
Hieroglyphics in my mind, man I finally understand them

Like I finally understand it
Take your motherfucking steak, grill & bar, I’m a bandit
Put you in the middle of two bullets; hollow sandwich
Need a new connect, I needa widen up my bandwidth

And damn I really try my best
Just to reach a different view but damn these lenses will not stretch
These manic thoughts inside my head got me going wreckless
I don’t know if I can handle myself inside of my head

Remember when I bought that - my mouth was drooling
The homie told please don’t point it at me and then shoot it
I knew he was joking, but he knew that I would do it
I don’t need pop a pill, you mess with me, I’ll do it

You’s a ranker, ain’t no tiers
My brodie in the billiards playing pool of an eight ball
Hit a 211, you would think we drinking beers
Like he had a monocle, I gave that boy a top hat

If he talking ugly then I give that boy a glow up
Leave him on the side of the street like empty cigarette box
I don’t really start no problems, but I bet I’ll solve one
Leave that boy stuck on the concrete like he stepped on gum

What the fuck is really fucking up?
They say molly the love drug, but on it I hate everyone
Tryna up the score like for myself, this not for anyone
Fucked my reputation with the others, need a different plug

Then I stumbled on this plug, where I tried to do the dasher
Door locked; xans had me thinking I was faster
Hit that plug up on my other Telly and he answered
Then I hit up Tony and you know what was his answer

Ay
What?
Bitch I’m grinding up your bud into motherfucking dust
Take his sheets of gel paper with hints of acid stuff
I just got back home and now he spamming my phone up

Like one times two, when I’m holding on these cups
It’s two times two ounces of that purple stuff
Twelve times five milligrams of oxycodone
Nodding ‘til I end up in a motherfucking coma

Bar after bar, you'd think I'm popping xans again . (Never No More Remix)

Grocery Shopping (Outro)

Nothing Like This

Genesis 39

Trials & Tribulations

Deuce in thee Steu

Oh Lord !

Norcos & Lortabs

XAN$ Part 3

Context Clues (Why ? How ?)

Whilst I Enter These Thoughts

Rectangles, Circles & Oblongs (Shapes)

Solutions to thee Equation

Produced, mixed and mastered by @pistolpetebeats

smoke, lean w/ molly

BOOM BOOM

AARON MAY

BUBONIC

POTHOLE

screwed; constantly

Original Account:
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FROM NOTHING TO SOMETHING, WILL ALWAYS BE SOMETHING !!!

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