Lancey Foux - SEEIMSAYIN.

its tempting-
letting go of everything and starting over
i was 17 the last time i was sober
and all my life i wonder when its gon be over
its tempting-
been coping with the pain as i been getting older
been hoping for the day that i dont feel bipolar
its troubled waters in my soul
how am i supposed to know,
which direction ima go?
just cope, just cope
all i know how to do is just cope
just cope, just cope
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yea, just cope, just cope, just cope, just cope
i need something that can heal a broken soul
my heart is not gold
my heart, it got holes
the harder i go, the more i seek home
when i think i know, i usually dont
and i know im drowning, drifting, taking up space
i just clock that blunt to the face
my nigga them drugs wont save ya
i know cus i get high everyday, yuh
ain nobody said that addiction would be this way, yuh
im a fool, got no attention to even pay, yuh
im so fucking cool, i smoke and i feel aura
livin like a loser, im the scrollin explorer
i dont open up for these women i shut the door on em
i got too much weight on my burden, i wan let go of it
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its tempting-
letting go of everything and starting over
i was 17 the last time i was sober
and all my life i wonder when its gon be over
its tempting-
been coping with the pain as i been getting older
been hoping for the day that i dont feel bipolar
its troubled waters in my soul
how am i supposed to know,
which direction ima go?
just cope, just cope
all i know how to do is just cope
just cope, just cope

cope - @newjusa

prod pi

the dawns most carefully caresses the panes of my window
like fawn I walk through the meadow
my sane mind mellow from herbal blends
early ties hollowed now I hold onto ends
this friendly reminder that what transcends
is simple, look at the road that lies ahead
but still
I play victim in my own lies,
dont cross my imaginary lines, 
whats the cost of a thought when I can’t pin down the cost of a life, 48 days and 48 nights
all these lost dreams screech to a standstill like a southern stand off I’m stuck in fright looking at my own reflection and hoping I’m just high
see I’m no lyricist, simply a somber soldier seeking something within
herein lies someone who is just a man with a pen
who looks at the man ahead as some kind of gem
but whats the bridge between the two? 
is it attainable? 
the absolute, ideal version I’m infatuated with? 
matter fact, like 2pac hail mary, hoping a holy ghost don’t bite my back
I mean I take a leap of faith and then go right back
smoke up roll up and sip jack, I mean jaeger, some kind of sensation to twist my mind 
gratitude before once aligned now looks like rotten fruit but don’t mind me I’m just an astute
observer of what defined me

standoff.

I need a drum roll way I’m at the tip top of shit 
you ain’t do nun close to me im poppin shit 
I see them weak ass songs on tiktok and shit 
We have nothin in common boy we opposite
Watch me pick pockets Im hoppin on rocket ships 
Finna pop out n rock out I might fuck yo bitch 
Keep it ten toes down w my boy an1k
Hop out da lamb take me straight to da runway
Huh yea 
This money got ovaries
Huh huh
This money got a hold of me
Big ass bag and I’m finna cash out
Yo bitch too bad imma make her tap out 
Load up the clips and im finna go dump shit 
Too many drugs in my body can’t function 
Fuckin that bitch and then she called me an animal 
I am the goat and it’s not even debatable 
You are not capable 
I could write a paper bout it 
This rap shit easy I got nothin but else to say about it 
Put that pussy boy in a blender
I am not yo friend huh
Ain’t shit sweet like Splenda 
My flow too sick take a minute to render
I pull up to the scene and he fold nintendo
Cross that boy out he not part of the agenda
Make him look like a bitch now he tryna switch genders
I don’t give a fuck anymore I’m on the offensive 
I’m rappin outta my mind pay attention
Take the bullshit outta my mind and my section 
Tired of all the lovey dovey shit and affection
I don’t got no patience I’m tryna race shit 
Hop out the coupe im finna go spray shit 
Word to harambe im goin ape shit 
I’m boutta bring it back to the basics 
Break yo legs now you gotta relearn how to walk 
Got yo ass leanin like a bootleg pint of wock 
Got a couple bands in da crib now I count it up 
You don’t understand what I’m sayin well that’s fine w me 
Meditation Get in touch w the higher me 
These rappers actin tough in they songs that’s the irony
They see me on the track and they finna get anxiety 
Bet you never seen this much fuckin variety

FourFive - money got ovaries (remix)

i got too much weight, pockets fat as hell
yeah, i could show you how to get it by yourself
i be in that field, dont leave choppa by the shelf
yeah, that my slatt and i ain talmbout ysl
yeah, watch my back cus i ain trust nobody else
i just popped an x pill, i cant even feel
i just did a whole lotta shit, i cant tear
i just brought the pole in the whip, i cant steer (skrt skrrrt)
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yea my choppa kick like mma!
fuck out the way yea, thats my PSA
i jus touched a bill yeah, i put BTA
putcha on a stretcher, blicky burn yo face
double R, really rich (rich, rich, rich, rich)
homicide on my bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch, homicide yea)
diamonds all on my wrist
tats all on my ribs
nigga i cant be killed
im like this for real
i got lots of girls
bitch gon do my curls
this a jusa world
put my head inna swirl
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i got too much weight, pockets fat as hell
yeah, i could show you how to get it by yourself
i be in that field, dont leave choppa by the shelf
yeah, that my slatt and i ain talmbout ysl
yeah, watch my back cus i ain trust nobody else
i just popped an x pill, i cant even feel
i just did a whole lotta shit, i cant tear
i just brought the pole in the whip, i cant steer (skrt skrrrt)

mma - @newjusa + @itstexaco

gotta bad bitch going both ways
lotta cabbage all in my face
gotta whole lotta racks in my place
livin' so fast ian worried bout pace
gotta whole ahh blunt im fin' face
(and im still countin racks my nigga)
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and im still countin racks my nigga
i got audemare wrist inside the building
pop a x cus a nigga like to feel it
all black, dripped down like a villain
i just told my lil bitch, "keep it realer"
yea, she jus wanna touch, wanna feel up
she the typa bit to run the bill up
i be rockin double B, not fila
i be steppin on necks, fuck ya feelings
i got fire on my body like a phoenix
she wan slide on my body, wanna eat it
shawty actin' like an angel, she a demon
yea, i was out boolin' wit the BB
yea, all the way tint, can't see me
top five, lil nigga you the B-League
not lying, ion think you can beat me
outside with ya bitch, my bad nigga
i got her doin' my hair like a bad nigga
i tell em life is not fair, get a bag nigga
now they see i'm going up, i got em' mad nigga
how the hell you still broke, get a rack nigga
yea, kick it with Cetti cus that's my slatt nigga
i wan shoutout my bruddas, they got my back nigga
i'd rather count up the paper than talk to whack niggas
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gotta bad bitch going both ways
lotta cabbage all in my face
gotta whole lotta racks in my place
livin' so fast ian worried bout pace
gotta whole ahh blunt im fin' face
(and im still countin racks my nigga)

still countin - @newjusa + @urfellah + @telnaaa

(Woo, woooo)
Racks tall like abundance
High as hell off of something
Top shelf for the substance (Yah)
Steppin' on snakes call it justice
Yea, I don't need a break, follow process
All these bitches fake, bitches processed
I just need some space, I need to process

Yea, countin' up racks, got em' upset
Hatin' ass niggas on my nutsack (Bitch)
I be out in nature, watch the sunset
I be locked in on the Feng Shui
Count money on a Monday
They wan see me down, I ain't goin' away
They wan see me crash like it's road rage
I'ma take a dub, cause I'm top rank
(Cause I'm top rank)
(Six million ways to die, choose one)
Mmm, I gotta give grace
Got abundance, up to the face (Thank God)
Was on the bottom, now I'm up in first place
Nigga fuck you, you ain't trust in first place
Yah, I don't care what they say (No way)
Real nigga, I don't gotta persuade
Big gas, got a nigga in space
Smokin' big grass while I'm steppin' on snakes

(Woo, woooo)
Racks tall like abundance
High as hell off of something
Top shelf for the substance (Yah)
Steppin' on snakes call it justice
Yea, I don't need a break, follow process
All these bitches fake, bitches processed
I just need some space, I need to process

abundance - @newjusa

balance (bedezbeats x prod.db_ x 28maxima28 x t9c_onthetrack)

(p. 15drtt)

huh
yea damn x7
huh huh yea damn x4
I got this bitch on lock
Damn she finna make it pop
Dancin for me stripper pole
hop up on this beat i own
ride around in a hellcat srt with a redeye 
I be on go mode green like jedi 
Makin my way to the bread to the cheddar!
Everything u doin i do better!

Huh huh
It’s a set up
huh damn bitch just shut up 
I’m the director you get cut out
How tf u blew up then fell off?
huh yea my condolence 
I don’t show mercy to my opponents 
lose myself when I get this zoned in
Heart beat stoppin check yo troponin
Huh
Know what I’m sayin tho
I don’t got shit to my name bro
I just be lettin that pain grow

I be feelin so hungry for this shit 
Grindin all day and night for this shit
Skippin meals just to get back in the stu 
Givin up that’s what I’m not finna do

Yea
Damn I guess I’m way too good at this rap shit got it on lock 
Ain nobody gon take my spot it’s mines to keep take it w me when I die
Don’t come too close to the flame u might get burned 
It’s funny how shit just took a turn for the worse
Cuz I’m at my best that I been at 
They be like vana where u been at?
Movin in silence since Samyama
I’m the grim reaper call me Yama 
I don’t care for the past or mañana
Take yo bitch out to benihana 
X on my chest like wakanda
She be like do you love me, like kinda?