Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

one day

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong & llyric

i need more luv

controllin' me

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: everestdidthis

Real One Freestyle (prod. everestdidthis)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: grayskies

Do You Get Me? (prod. grayskies)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: licketyyy

same thing (prod.licketyyy)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: 1ferrum

lettin' me down (prod. 1ferrum)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: aster, warheart & vvsmalibu

seeing you v2 (prod. aster x warheart x vvsmalibu)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: ayesean, olivereaston & jae

make this work (prod. ayesean x olivereaston x jae)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong & prah
Production: tebasaki

Lyrics:

Verse 1 (prah) -
goin' through changes, i'm stuck in my ways (stuck in my ways)
seein' faces, but it's not the same without you
it's not the same without you (it's not the same without you)
'nd tried but we couldn't make it right, 'nd overtime all we did was fight hmm

Verse 2 (Sabong) -
all those moments are bound to fade away (yuh)
all memories are bound to phase away
look at my face, i'm covered in tear stains
seein' new changes, but it's not the same without you
(it's not the same without you)
it's not the same without you.

without u (feat. prah prod. tebasaki)

Mixing / Mastering: SVBONG
Vocals: SVBONG
Production: Prodbynik0

Lyrics:

Intro -
Yuh, I'm tryna fly high and shit
Like, not that typa high
But, to the point where shit just be unreal
Know what I'm sayin? (Niko) Yuh (Niko)

Verse 1 -
Yeah (Yeah), huh
They don't know me like that, I speak Jackie Robinson the way I spit off the bat (Spit off the bat)
Boutta step up no door matt, pushin' P on my mind like a Philly hat (Huh) Bustin' nuts with the big butts is where it's really at
(Yeah) But I guess you could say (Huh), I don't swing that way- I got a tongue that spits like a 12-gauge (Yuh)
These thoughts I jot 'em in arrays, Form 'em in clay then I load 'em in 'kays
Askin' myself is this shit up to date? Just so you know I ain't speakin' no lower case
Momma cookin' the meals (Wait), sooner or later I'm finna be billin' the mills (Yah)
Poppa you know I'm spittin' that trill (Huh, wait), you know I'm keepin' real (Wait)
When the bag sits in, I'm gone be rockin' Versace can't stop me can't top me
All these bitches thinkin' (Huh), I'ma eat 'em up like a zombie
(Wait) Yuh, keepin' it up with the homies, ain't no bill in this bitch but I'm still killin' this shit, fucking can't wrong me (What)
I'm gone make it up I'm gone play it up I'm gone rake it up I'm gone space shit up I don't fake shit up, and I put that shit on me (Huh)
My bitch, fetchin' it up like A-crombie

Chorus -
Yuh, this shit is unreal (Huh)
We rackin' 'em bills, this shit is unreal (Ha)
Yuh, crackin' open like seals shit is unreal (Yuh)
We stay poppin' like em pills, yeah we numb and we chill (Yeah)
Yea this shit is unreal

Verse 2 -
Yuh she told me I'm sick, but that's just me gettin' better
Whippin' it out no beretta (Wait), rockin' this jacket this shit made of leather
Rockin' this all black Maison Margiela (Yuh), can't fuck with no broke bitch, need someone better
I need a Ye, finna call up the trend setters
I'm fly and my feet made of feathers
Hm, You say you see me but my feelings written in braille, you feel me (Yah)
This ain't no gram, this is the real/reel me yuh
Replace my heart and it's still me, we shootin' this bitch and I ain't talkin' bout filming
I take up this role with the willing (Hold up), I take up another and I feel that I'm still king (Yeah), Wait
Huh okay okay, let's slow this shit down (Okay)
If not, I could go multiple rounds (Uhuh), Not talkin' bout bullets I'm talkin' bout sounds (Yuh)
Knockin' yo ass to the ground, red blood on your nose you look like a clown
Yuh, findin' yourself dumb found, sellin' this shit it's multiple pounds
Yeah, huh
Yeah- yeah, now we goin' triple threes like I'm Grady (Yeah), bitches can't see how they made me (Wait)
I'm cold and a beast, motherfuckers can't tame me (Yuh)
The bag with the LV the only thing I'ma be chasing, the fame that shit ain't finna do shit to change me (Hold up)
He tryna smoke on my style? (Yuh) That shit ain't gonna phase me (Yuh)

Chorus -
Yuh, this shit is unreal (Huh)
We rackin' 'em bills, this shit is unreal (Ha)
Yuh, crackin' open like seals shit is unreal (Yuh)
We stay poppin' like em pills, yeah we numb and we chill (Yeah, wait)
Yea this shit is unreal

Outro -
(Niko, Niko)

Unreal (prod. Prodbynik0)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: Sabong

Lyrics:

Intro - 
One more time, don't lie to me
Give me one more time, don't lie to me
Don't lie to me (Yeah, call me Poseidon, call me Poseidon)
(Call me Poseidon, run it up- run it up)
(Uh, I ain't finna be playin'- okay okay)
(Okay yeah, okay... das how we play)
(Yeah, hol up hol up, yeah, okay)

Verse -
(Yuh, okay yeah) Fuck up this my dinner plate, I-
Rolled a couple swishers, and called it a fuckin' day
Fuck up with all this stupid shit, I'm rollin' like 10 more jays
Hella faded, in the moment gotta serenade
Call up- this my mental frame, going insane
Divin' in fame, Cartier shades- I'm rockin' that shit
I'll pull up and drive you up to the 6, I'm playin' the bay we can't miss
I'll take you back to my crib, ain't takin' the piss
Ain't fakin' the Ms, and weavin' the Ls, I ain't goin' to fail
Fuck I don't know, how the fuck we gone roll
Shit's spontaneous, we don't know where the remote is
I gotta take the fuckin' wheel (Haha), yeah gotta pay the fuckin' bills
How the fuck am I rollin' still?
Runnin' my money like I'm on a mill, I'm too forreal
Hopped in the whip, shit was a six-speed
Had to go fast, needed somethin' to send me (Okay)
I talk to God but prayers be pending (Yeah), might OD on some fenty
Countin' these bands, I counted bout 20 (Alright)
Finna be more upcoming uh (Okay), needa be more than just funny uh
Grindin' my shit, no gofundme (Wait, yeah)
Huh okay, I just ate some lo mein
Cheddar yellow, makin' Coldplays huh (Makin' cold plays)
Out here ballin', like I'm Kobe huh (Uh)
Cookin' dis shit, like I'm Salt Bae huh (Like I'm Salt Bae)
Got me high, like a crop fade (Aye)
Bitches ain't finna be tellin' me where the fuck I reside in, this my environment
Neck drippin' call me Poseidon, I'm on that demon timin' yuh (Okay)
I do whatever the fuck I want, I gotta stay low to prevent my own fall
Ain't finna be knocked down yuh, I'm finna stay tall (Okay, yeah okay)

Chorus -
Yuh, now we really gettin' down to it
Money getter (Okay), pussy wetter (Yuh)
Call me Poseidon (Alright)
Now we really gotta make that cash rain (Okay), it's a sad day
Nah we can't complain (Damn right), drippin' in holy water- make it to Sunday

Outro -
(Uh, make it to Sunday) Make it to Sunday, yea (hahaha)
Call me Poseidon uh, call me Poseidon (Yuh)
Das how we play (Yuh), we too dripped out on this shit (Uh)
(Yeah)
One more time, don't lie to me
Give me one more time, don't lie to me

Poseidon

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong & triplesevendoves
Production: Sabong

real (feat. triplesevendoves)

Mixing / Mastering: Sabong
Vocals: Sabong
Production: SneakedJay & Sabong

Lyrics:

I done did a lot of shit to get here
All these motherfuckin' haters can't tell that I don't care
Like a Master I been Chiefin' all damn day
Hittin' on this joint finna blow it on her face
Yeah let's run the fuckin' fade, I been knockin' hard like them damn 808s
Highest 408

This shit you cannot make, This shit you cannot make up
Bad shawty lookin' caked up, I'm rebuking Satan
I'm a sinner but God knows I'm really his son, feelin' on this shit like a sixth sense
Lit it up, yeah now we outta here
I had to crack the code, this my reality
No to fatalities, that shit ain't happenin'
Like a drug, gotta take a crack at it
Cross tatted on me

All these blue notes, tryna run it up
Rainin' cash in the room, yea broke boy tryna fuck it up
Pin a bitch on a wall like a poster
Her man is a king, I'ma coach her like Spoelstra
(JAMES!)
Baby hold up, baby roll up
Got some backwoods if you really tryna smoke some
Hot boxin' at the crib, this that greenhouse emission
Gettin' higher everyday, on that NASA mission

Triple seven like my boy, yea we fly as a dove
Yeah we earnin' all this mula, gotta count it all up
Tryna stack it up, ass too fat gotta back it up
I'm a ninja without no filler, like a BBL
Hidden leaf, pass that tree on a chiefing spree
In the bay, all these ABGs
In a mental celly, gotta set me free
Had to grow some wings, now I'm flyin' out the city
Where all the evil be, oh how people be

Sabong

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