“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

I’m a rapper headache 
Music so good it a make ya fucking head itch
That’s the boy skill why you acting like it’s dandruff
I’m living in ya heads rent free ya can’t stand it
Even when it’s cold I could show you what a fan is
Let yo girl know that I could show her what a man is
When I fucking blow they gone act like I ain’t plan it
Cause I fuck on life lay my nuts across the planet
I got that magic dick when I nut, I’m a vanish
I know I’m out of order like it’s vending with no soda
But I’m only getting older and my flow keep getting colder
Like a coat be on ya shoulders when you live in Minnesota
You know the, classics coming out my folder
That’s all I’m doing this year
You a bitch if you switch up for your peers
Professional tier type of shit for they fears
Let me keep it clear
Cause you just got a 

Love you 
That’s right
Love you
I’m a have them say I 
Love you
In the crowd, the shows, they hoes
They know they got a
Love you 
That’s right
Love you
I’m a have them say I 
Love you
In the crowd, the shows, they hoes
They know they got a

Motherfuck a parlay cause I’m betting on myself
Hard earned money that you spent on someone else
More I do this music more people tryna help
With advice and opinions you should keep it to yourself
Bitch, why the fuck you think I yell
These critics got me pissed I don’t know if you can tell
I’m breaking out my shell finna keep this shit real
I’ll tell you what’s the deal I’m popping like a pill
They be like bro chill I tell them suck on my dick
Don’t ever call my phone with that buck with you shit
I don’t suck dick for ya to love all my shit
I’m getting fucking rich, pockets fat like Rick
All glory to the Cris
I call the shots in my lanes like I’m Tory bitch
Couldn’t resist, I need a real thick you know stallion bitch 
I’m just saying

Love you 
That’s right
Love you
I’m a have them say I 
Love you
In the crowd, the shows, they hoes
They know they got a
Love you 
That’s right
Love you
I’m a have them say I 
Love you
In the crowd, the shows, they hoes
They know they got a

Love You

“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

I ain’t tryna be
I ain’t tryna be what I saw last week
I just wanted you to know when ya ask me
That everything’s alright (2x)

Everything ok?
Everything alright?
I ain’t tryna waste your time
I just want a see if you fine damn
You don’t even hit my line damn
I didn’t raise a shy man
You should of followed my plan
But you followed ya dad damn
We both got phones but we don’t even speak
Every time I call you always eating or sleeping
Always cancel plans on the day that we meeting
You can’t even spend ya fucking time on the weekend
That’s fucked right?
I’m not a perfect human, can I fuck up twice?
Even with all the disputing I still raised you right
I know you think it’s stupid but I gave you a life
A wonderful life
New clothes, new phones
New games, toy planes
All just for you
And this that shit that I be getting return
I just hope we learn cause

I ain’t tryna be
I ain’t tryna be what I saw last week
I just wanted you to know when ya ask me
That everything’s alright (2x)

I know that it a be better if I saw you more
But I swear the child support
The only thing that you call me for
Complain I’m never there but when I’m there 
You just argue more
Why the fuck you got me started for?
I know I’m not supposed to speak to you that tone
I miss the old days in our first damn home
I know you raised the boy but the boy now grown
Of course you gave me wings, let me fly on my own
I know you think it’s easy but its complicated
Contemplating all the fucking thoughts I done had lately
You like a old Honda cause you just drive me crazy
You don’t think I love you but I think about you daily
And that’s a fact, take my heart, break it apart
And I spill it in these raps
And I wish we still in intact
And I wish we could go back
But we can’t and it hurts
But this has to work momma 

I ain’t tryna be
I ain’t tryna be what I saw last week
I just wanted you to know when ya ask me
That everything’s alright (2x)

Single Mom, Frustrated Son

“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

Jealous, I swear that I’d be lying if I said I never felt it
When you looking up from the bottom you can’t help it
Dollar and a dream hope I really don’t sell it
You see a rich fuck the big bucks make you jealous
I want a fast car, bad broad to embellish
Tryna get the cream for my dream is a fetish
Life’s real mean all the hate in our genetics
When you leave the scene to get the green it make you
Selfish
Thought I’d say jealous but they both coexist
It don’t matter if you rich as fuck or broke as shit
These pages in my book something like a poet writ
Poet writ
My dream is like a suicide the way I’m gone commit
Or a five star recruit and the schools coming in
It’s all setting in we was all born in sin
If you not spreading all the money coming in
You still jealous then

I’m really tryna let this go (let it go)
I swear we all felt this before (go, go, go)
I can’t be jealous no mo (na, na)
I can’t be jealous no
You’ve got to let it go
You’ve got to let it go
I already told you ah

The shit that we be seeing on TV’s what we want
Fuck on the celebrities all they do is flaunt
Flexing all your cars when the people got a walk
I break my arm to get house you bought 
They say exaggerated
You wouldn’t understand cause I fucking haven’t made it
When you hear a jam fucking whack but they play it
Now you question everything like you was debating 
I’m fucking hating
First walk as a child they celebrating
First dream as an adult, now they praying
That you take the firefighter test out of complacement 
The only fire saving is the ones that I’m making
I’m fucking hating
This envy in my head got my thoughts pacing
This envy in my head got my thoughts pacing
Comparison the death of this dream chasing
I’m fucking hating

I’m really tryna let this go (let it go)
I swear we all felt this before (go, go, go)
I can’t be jealous no mo (na, na)
I can’t be jealous no    (2x)

You’ve got to let it go
You’ve got to let it go
I already told you ah

Jealous

“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

I taught myself (ho-ho, oh-oh)
I can’t believe
It’s not what it seems
I taught myself (ho-ho, oh-oh)
I can’t believe
Everything that I see (ho-ho)

Nowadays people faker than a girl butt
I don’t really trust people in the world cause
We was born in God’s image free will made us sinners
The IRS is taking our paper when they got printers
People scared to take they fucking selfies without filters
Not me I’m a artist I’m always paint the picture
My flow go deceased cause it’s only getting sicker
I can’t believe a fucking word when I’m with her
Fuck it
My childhood dream was to keep on getting buckets
Now I rap these lyrics and they all fucking love it
Saying what I want when I want like fuck it
People that can’t speak for themselves, we call them muppets
A hundred percent all me I make the beats no budget
Fuck a critique suck my meat if you judge it
You fucking puppet

I taught myself (ho-ho, oh-oh)
I can’t believe
It’s not what it seems
I taught myself (ho-ho, oh-oh)
I can’t believe
Everything that I see (ho-ho)

I see the fucking truth when I look into the mirror
I had a wipe my eyes so I could see it way clearer
I’m on a straight rise to the top I’m getting nearer
Tat my fucking name to the game fuck a era
My presence like Christmas morning I’m getting herer
I’m a fucking estate I keep it realer
Ya boys more fraud then tax to Shakira
I’m really about a blow, Hiroshima
You know I stay balled, Leukemia
You know I got it made cause the flow cleaner
Ya ain’t got a say like I’m handing out subpoena’s
I ain’t a substitute teacher I’m getting meaner
Fuck ya lil song I ain’t hopping on no features
When ya fucking whack that’s how Cristian gone treat ya
Fake ass streams, fake teams I don’t need ya
Ya looking at the God nice to meet ya what’s up
 Focus on me
I need you to
I need you to
Focus on me
Baby can you focus on me, me, me, me, me
Oh me, me, me, me, me

I taught myself (ho-ho, oh-oh)
I can’t believe
It’s not what it seems
I taught myself (ho-ho, oh-oh)
I can’t believe
Everything that I see (ho-ho)

Taught Myself

“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

Feeling in your heart that you can’t explain
Feelings so hard that you can’t escape
We all know that there’s a way
Yeah we all know that there’s a way
I would die for this if I could (if I could)
I would die for this yes I would (yes I would)
They say as a artist you misunderstood
I’m misunderstood for good oh

Feeling in my heart that I cannot explain
I came up from the dark and I made my own lane
I just want a uh in this bitch Cobain
Ya ain’t putting pain ya applied the novocaine
I’m pulling straight teeth when I’m getting in this game
I lay a blueprint in this bitch, Hov’s name 
Ya so lame, I’m propane, dope flame, no shame, pro game
When I die I’m a goat mane
Hang my jersey up in the gym when I retire
You talking to the God all the greatness I acquire
Satire fuck no this rap fire
Neighbors ring that bell cause they thought there was a fire
Na mane that’s that boy in that booth
Laying down the truth for the youth so they could feel it
I don’t need no proof they go oof when they hear this
While I’m still alive I’m the mother fucking realest

Feeling in your heart that you can’t explain
Feelings so hard that you can’t escape
We all know that there’s a way
Yeah we all know that there’s a way
I would die for this if I could (if I could)
I would die for this yes I would (yes I would)
They say as a artist you misunderstood
I’m misunderstood for good oh

I’m sick of all you artists
You act like you the hardest
But in fact the truth Menard is
You get lapped, I go the farthest
On my hat, they got a target
I’m a pass the whole market
When I rap, I leave a carcass
I snap, like I’m cartilage
The game’s my meniscus and it’s over for you bitches
And when I say bitch I’m talking dudes hate Cristian 
Tryna stop the man with the mother fucking vision
Just know I got a plan for ya homie you gone get it
I plan to be the biggest artist ever independent
So tell label owner suck my dick and that I meant it
I’m only getting older and I keep on losing friendships
But that’s the shit that happens when you tryna be what best is
I’m better than, people in the game I’m on the bench still
That’s the type of shit that make a motherfucker treadmills
But like a fat boy at Mickey D’s I want ten meal
That’s how I feel bitch, I got a

Feeling in your heart that you can’t explain
Feelings so hard that you can’t escape
We all know that there’s a way
Yeah we all know that there’s a way (2x)

I would die for this if I could (if I could)
I would die for this yes I would (yes I would)
They say as a artist you misunderstood
I’m misunderstood for good oh

Can't Explain

“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

The only advice I would have would be to
Not listen to anyone
And to do what you love
And to make things that you love
Whatever it is
Make your favorite things
Be the, you be the audience
Make the thing for you the audience
And, it doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks
And if you have to get a job to support yourself so that you could make your art
That’s fine
You can’t make art with someone else in mind
I don’t believe
I don’t believe it could be good
Release yourself 
To the unknown

Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t then why would I say I am
If I wasn’t
If I wasn’t
The way I am
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t then why would I say I am
If I wasn’t
If I wasn’t
The way I am

I told my momma that I been the one but I ain’t the one that should play with
That’s me playing with these fucking drums and I’m going dumb till I’m A-list and that’s patience
These bitches out here tryna keep me jaded
But they must be faded
Cause I never put the green last to my name like I’m Jalen
They gone fucking hate it
Like I made the team or I’m in the game off a payment
That type of hate shit
I got a bad bitch she in tight heels but her mind basic
I just want a say that I fucking made it like I’m Mike Will when that
When that bass hit
Uh Menard you said?
How many times do I get?
How many bumps along the ride?
How close am I till I’m on?
How close we are till our demise?
Cause I need to know
It’s still fuck all of you hoes
I’m switching my flows like these bitches switch up they clothes
My city so cold I still hit the club and I’m twenty below 
You know

Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t then why would I say I am
If I wasn’t
If I wasn’t
The way I am
Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t then why would I say I am
If I wasn’t
If I wasn’t
The way I am

I got promoted at my job now
My dad’s girl she a mom now
I don’t even talk to mom now
I should prolly read my grandma’s psalms now
I put girls all in my songs now
Life’s stressed I can’t calm down
Got me feeling Rema song now
Tell the bar Tequila rocks now
I’m still at work I ain’t clocked out
I’m a hit the club bitch I’m staying out
Cause If I go home I’m a call a girl and pour my heart out
When I’m all alone it gets dark now
I stay up late and I’m sleeping in till it’s dark out
I’m the shit you a fart now
You cuffed a bitch you getting soft now
You say that you love me but tell me you meant it
I sent you a text girl I know that you read it
Yeah I know that you read it
It’s kind a crazy when you think about it
They gone all call you back when you really popping
I’m a die top five that’s the only option
Don’t even doubt it

Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I wasn’t then why would I say I am
If I wasn’t
Cristian
If I wasn’t
Menard
The way I am

Ya a bunch of critics I’m a creator
Ya think about me when I’m thinking about paper
This albums created for all of my haters
Do me favor
Don’t call me later

The Unknown

“Don’t Call Me Later” ☎️ mixtape out now: https://linkfly.to/DontCallMeLater

Lyrics:

Best out in my neighborhood I been felt that
I could make the club songs, I could make the real raps
Tell me what you want every beat that’s a plaque
How can I sit back when theres money to be made
And theres goals to obtain
Fuck a holiday, got a live up to my name
What’s one main when I could have tain
Ten I mean
How you count out my production when the beat so clean
Rap game, crack game all the same I’m a feen
It’s a hustle
I’m a tell my boss that I’m only working doubles
I’m a tell this girl can we fuck not cuddle
I ain’t got the time for relationship rebuttals 
It’s Kodak Menard cause the vision real tunnel
Play my mixtape all the way no shuffle
Like a school shooter lot a clips in the duffle
Ya boys in trouble
Face so fine but he rapping like he ugly
I’m honestly sorry that your girl want a fuck me
We start on all fours like it’s a game of rugby
Ain’t that lovely
I’m getting too fly to the point ya bug me,  it’s

My dad just graduated ivy league masters
The only masters I’m a get is through the wetransfer
How the fuck we friends when I call you don’t answer
But it’s cool “Don’t Call Me Later” that’s the anthem
I ain’t call her later now she throwing lil tantrums
Can’t complain when you young and you handsome
And you coming with a talent that could build a hard fandom
All they coming with is malice so you know you can’t stand him
Me
You can’t end a M less you starting with the C
My own blood was hating on me so I told them we gone see
She want a be my honey but she don’t believe
And that did sting a bit cause she don’t believe
My dreams and things that I’ve seen
All the ink and the reams
All the pink in between 
Of the steaks and cuisine
It’s a routine
Bought my own car at sixteen
Damn, and I can’t get some top?
I guess all the top comes when you on top
I ain’t gone stop till I knock ‘em out they socks
Who the fuck gone stop?
Not me
Not even a red light could of stopped me, it’s

When you see me on the street you should go and buy my CD
I’m a starving artist and I’m tryna be on TV
Camera, lights, man the people got a see me
Can I get a repost cause support real free
Yeah and I’m just tryna get mine
It don’t got a cost a penny just to see ya brother shine
The time is now, we don’t get another time
I ain’t gone stop till that grammy one of nine
I want a drop a mixtape fuck it the summer fine
I might drop a EP just to end it, why not
Summer 2023’s looking real hot
Jordan year number so I got a hold the rock
I knew I was the guy since Michelle and Barack
We gone see if you gone be here for a decade or na
They been talking on me all I hear is blah, blah, blah
I know I got a shot like I’m live with Ja
You still hating on me damn how the fuck my dick taste
19 young and hungry with a big plate
Sleeping all day we only come out when it’s late
Grinding all night I write on paper till my wrist ache
Hardest working rapper you should buy my fucking mixtape

Produced By Menard
Written By Cristian Menard

Buy My Mixtape

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Written By Cristian Menard
Produced By Cristian Menard

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https://linkfly.to/HardHeaded

Cover Art by Sarah 🖼️ 

Written By Cristian Menard
Produced By Cristian Menard

Lyrics:

Why you gotta be so hard headed?
So hard headed
Why you gotta act like you gone get it?
Just forget it

I want you right on arrival
Why we so far? I should be right beside you
You just want me for the title
Why didn’t you tell me when I was inside you?
You know I got the same city, same friends
Girl you know the difference
I would of upgrade your inches
Your body the only thing missing
Chat to mi gyal
Can you facetime my call this time?
Your favorite thing to say
We could do it this time

Why you gotta be so hard headed?
So hard headed
Why you gotta act like you gone get it?
Just forget it
Why you gotta be so hard headed?
So hard headed
Why you gotta act like you gone get it?
Just don’t stress it my love
I need you right here beside me
Gyal trow fit but dan treat mi so grimey
I need you right here beside me
You say you the one girl you might be

Who?
Who it gonna be?
Who it gonna be?
Who it gonna be?

Two dates, thats all that it took?
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
I should visit my mother
I gave you my number now I’m just another
Weekend evening
All these free meals eaten
You gave all the reasons (hoe)

Why you gotta be so hard headed?
So hard headed
Why you gotta act like you gone get it?
Just forget it
Why you gotta be so hard headed?
So hard headed
Why you gotta act like you gone get it?
Just don’t stress it my love
I need you right here beside me
Gyal trow fit but dan treat mi so grimey
I need you right here beside me
Yeah girl you could of been my 

Woman, woman, woman
Living by your rules
Women, women, women
They all bow to you
To you
To you

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