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

XANS Pt. II

Letter II Myself

Conversation With Death

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)

Rectangles, Circles & Oblongs (Shapes)

AARON MAY

BUBONIC

POTHOLE

Perkiciano with the flow

Lyrics:
Getting high to the moon, getting high to the moon
Getting high to the moon, getting high out my doom

As I’m mobbing with my bro, made a purchase at the store
Walking down to Cypress Road, got the clip I will unload
In my district I’m disclosed, but In my city I’m unknown
Bullets flying in the sky, makes it feel like July 4th
I was talking to this bitch, but my ex sent me some shit
Yeah she said she want me back; in her face, I laugh at bitch
In the city of the O where the real gangsters roll
Bullets flying in the sky, makes it feel like July 4th

Bitch we hunting in the night
You can choose the weapon, .45 or there’s the 9
When it’s time for missions don’t try to make up a lie
Cause when it was time to ride you know I never declined

I’ve been sitting in my mind
Thinking what I’m living, do I really want this life?
I don’t really know her, yet she loved me at first sight
I’ve been questioning intentions, trying to read what’s on her mind

PVC glue in my Sprite
Prescription labels scratched off, got no type of legal right
I keep on chasing dragons, give a fuck if I may die
Told my white boys “Get to stretching,” so my dosage is at 5

Milligrams, now why I lie?
My mind did not believe me when I said “I’d switch my life”
Express myself at moments, though nobody pays me mind
So I just live my life, don’t give a fuck if it’s right

Give a fuck if it’s right, that’s really what I learned
Give a fuck if it’s clean this money that I earned
Give a fuck if it’s cheap this weed that I just burned
If it’s getting me so high then there is no concern

Couple homies turnt to fakes, I thought they’d never turn
Couple times my actions should’ve put me in a hearse
All those rumors that you talking I will not confirm
But I swear that I’m addicted, for oxy I yearn

As I’m mobbing with my bro, made a purchase at the store
Walking down to Cypress Road, got the clip I will unload
In my district I’m disclosed, but In my city I’m unknown
Bullets flying in the sky, makes it feel like July 4th
I was talking to this bitch, but my ex sent me some shit
Yeah she said she want me back; in her face, I laugh at bitch
In the city of the O where the real gangsters roll
Bullets flying in the sky, makes it feel like July 4th

Getting high, getting high out my doom
Getting high, getting high til I’m doomed

JULie IVth

Stop spitting all that Yiddish; we all know you ain’t about it brodie

No Yiddish (ft. Hundo)

Lyrics:
Bitch I’m 32, you’s a motherfucking 2 bit
My inventory is something like a toolkit
Don’t give a fuck bout your motherfucking crew bitch
You ain’t my bro, chose to talk, should’ve knew this

Been down your block, no one up, but it’s noon bitch
Quiet to cops, but to bitches your loose lips
Talk all you want, you ain’t ever gone do it
Up off this rock, I’ve been loosing my screwing

I’ve been loosing my screwing
Bitch loud with me and I put her through scrutiny
Don’t want a ratchet, a bitch filled with purity
Keep catching stains, should’ve known they came dirty

Up on this court shoot this ball like I’m curry
Do it from close range cause I ain’t no curry
Stepping on brown shit, I spice it like curry
Got them ingredients, come shop in a hurry

Blazing shit in a fury
All of this product now gone just from smoking
I have no sympathy, fuck your emotions
This some like free waves, you know I got motion

But I don’t do cocaine, like dice, bitch i’m rolling
I said I’m okay, like twice, you ain’t heard it?
With Tony planning stains, the night where we showing
But we don’t show or face, them guys ain’t knowing

In the dark, bitch a nighthawk
Up off this magic, think I’m saving brightwall
I am like Vito, my brodie is Barbaro
Lost my objective, was hunting for bravo

Don’t member her name, she like from Morocco
Flow on the river like it’s Colorado
Like I am no leader, but I do not follow
I wanna run this shit like my name Don Carlo

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Let them talk cause that’s all they do xD

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I spoke with God while on Percocet, he told me to not worry about a thing.

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ScroogeMcDuck.wav

Lyrics:
Purple curtain covered windows, purple particles inside
Of my lungs, choking up, til it’s time for another light
Fill my head with mist of drugs, clouded visions fill my mind
Waiting til my time is up, but god won’t let it be my time

Gotten used to broken promises, it’s all she offers me
Gotten used to feeling nothing, man these drugs don’t do a thing
I’ve been fiending just to feel a little hint of what is peace
I’ve been fiending just to feel a little hint of-

Told my lady told that “I’m sorry, can you forget all the things I’ve said?”
I’ve been tryna find myself but I can’t find a Percocet
I don’t understand it now, don’t think this shit I’ll ever get
I keep running on a road with no given destination

If you try to play me you gone end up playing yourself
Housekeeping for the junkies like I’m working at a motel 
Give them mix of flavors, yeah I’m giving them boys that rotel
Your brodie speaking in tongues, telling coppers the folktale

If I see a pig I run on grass cause mud might leave a trail
Feeling like adhesive cause I’ll stick up all your fucking guys
Only do perks by myself, when I’m outside never a snail
Learnt that shit the hard way; I was nodding, in my hand a .9

Pinching on your cheek, like what face am I really squeezing?
My mind going blanker than a brand new piece of fresh paper
Molly crystals up inside my purple tinted colored cup
Out the pavement; like a skateboard, I’ve been grinding with that metal

I’ve been higher than the Morgan Stanley building going northbound
Questioning my lady, her actions ain’t making sense now
Gotta put the words together, puzzling her inner child
Guess I really am impatient, seemed she made sense for a while

Asked her “Can you please shut up and just go do something?”
My flowers stink the whole room up, yeah they super musky
My homie told me “You look better, no more popping xannies?”
And I told him “Not no more.” He don’t know oxies have me

Brodie told me “Let me hold it.” Knew I had to say “No”
Never really trusted him or any of them from the start
You would think I’m unintelligent, shit’s a no brainer
Cause I knew they was selfish the moment I done got my start

Bitch I’m off them perkies, my bro saying “Damn you sleep a lot”
Used to pop them xannies, my girl saying “You forget a lot”
Never forget bout my right hand, shout out Tony ‘til I die
Throwing kisses to a sucker you would think it’s valentines

I don’t think, I never do; my brain is outta function
Dismiss the image I portray and love me for who I just am
I’m a sumo running away, like Simon I’m helpless
I’ve been tryna go past space and get as high as Jupiter

What?
Hope I blast off like a rocket
I’ve been so high, I’m in contact with a comet
I’ve been so Shmactt you would think they call me Sethii
Brodie in the back and he loading up a semi

Your homies doing crack, got my homies off that fairy
My homies sipping codeine, all you kids is sipping dairy
Never know I got it cause I keep concealed carry
Every flow; I got it, call me the rap dictionary

Irritating all the Toms you’d think they call me Jerry
But I ain’t never been no rodent, don’t talk to the Barry’s
And my whole life been made of steel, finally turning into gold
I’ve been on call with God, but I think he put me on hold

I’ve been making dust of gold serving down these dusty roads
I think imma see the morgue if I keep walking down this road
Gotta change my fucking path, but this is all I fucking know
Stepped on broken concrete, never stood on pavement made of gold

Is you really with me? Do you really fucking feel me?
Is you gone betray me if our plans end up so shitty?
Is you gone love me even if I ain’t quitting?
My stomach fucking with me, damn I need a another dilly

Like my stomach fucking with me, damn I need a another dilly
Like my stomach fucking with me

HESITATION

forget i gotta land

babiee

wasted time

way ii much

rainy day

unfathomable

Seen it All

Lyrics:

Man I got no fucking contacts, dial no one on my phone
I might throw this shit away
I told my mother "Sorry" tho, why?
Cause I'm still fucking broke

And I'm still fucking hos
And I still pop G-0s
And I still do the most
I just calmed a little more

I just calmed a little more
Eeny-meeny-miney-moe
No more rhymes that I can think of
In my cup I got a four

Yeah, I got to get high cause I live my life so low
Building shit up like it's Rome
I give a fuck yeah about your bros
Give a fuck yeah about that ho

I tried to give her fucking love, but she just threw it out the door
She just threw it out the door

You don't know my fucking name, like you don't know me and my bros
Nevermind, like I can't trust them; rather continue alone
When I try to trust someone eventually they fucking fold
Like I fired all employees, run this shit all on my own

Just chill girl, I can fuck you
And after I would leave cause I don't want you
I wake and live a life that I don't want too
Pray in my sleep I do not wake tomorrow

I can't function when I'm sober, yet somehow I still think
My shoes they be fucking dirty, but that's where he be staring
Yeah, that's where he be staring
Told my momma "I can't stop, only stop when it kills me"

Like the boy is not my son, must belong to Billie Jean
What else can I fucking think?
My flow be saucing these woks, you would think I am Chinese
You would think I am

Lowlife Freestyle

Lyrics:

He's taking Demerol

Demerol
Demerol
Oh god, he's taking Demerol

I know I fucking deal with shit in ways I really shouldn't
I know they're still shit to learn, no teacher, I'm a student
I don't know when I'll stop the percs, I think I'm in love with em
Like the xans they had control of me, a bit more stricter

I was xanning through withdrawals to forget about them
Didn't realize the main culprit, til my brain was fried
I was yelling at my mom cause I couldn't find them
Where my xans? Found my stash, but I done lost my mind

Shit I done lost my mind, too many drugs in life
From them xannies, to that molly, to that Betty white
Told myself like fuck them bitches, go hang with the guys
Now I'm with Cody and with Robert, conversate all night

Man I still talk to molly cause she treats me right
Only here and there cause I don't want her in my life
If I talk to her like too much, I might make her mine
And you know how that shit goes, I've done it once, won't twice

Oh god! God, god!
Oh god! God, god!
Oh, I told you that I loved you, in reality was fronting
I told you she was nothing, in reality she's something

Ay, crack that sucker, call him Humpty Dumpty
Ay, I'm smoking sticky green, ain't talking Gumby
Bitch I only want the money, only thing that I can picture
Bitch I'm stomping heads on curbs, you would think I'm Derek Vinyard

Still with the homie Brewer blowing up them balloons
Only brodie I can trust, he ain't even from my crew
Told you all the close be fake, really thought they loved you?
Like this shit's reality, your best friends they'll hurt you

When it comes to the money, offer's right, they'll kill you
'Member times I had nothing, planning shit with my dudes
All possessions that I got me, they came from my own moves
Distancing done showed me something, I now see what is true

Ay, they your homies, but won't love you
Ay, dear perkies, yeah I trust you
What, you be lying, I can't trust you
Yeah, bitch I'm loyal, yeah I love you

Ay, was unloyal, that's what xans do
Ay, bitch I'm stupid, thought you been knew
Bitch I'm making all this money, still ain't through
Bitch I'm getting to the honey like a bear do

Oh god, god!
Oh, I'm still on my block rolling off these molly rocks
Homie said I gotta stop all that shit that I be on
Can't you see I'm bit psychotic, medications not enough

Oh god, god!
Oh, I'm never gonna stop, going straight right to the top
Like I'm better than these suckers, conversation you can stop
At the bottom of the pot, boil til I'm foaming up

Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god! Oh god!

Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god, god, god!
Oh god! Oh god!

Oh God !

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FROM NOTHING TO SOMETHING, WILL ALWAYS BE SOMETHING !

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