Prod By: @cyborKat
Lyrics: @dbn-kai
Mastering: @ayosoundmind

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEdhAgf98Gw

Lyrics:

 Fake friends, try to sneak up on you

try to run up on me put the heater on you

then they listen in and put the speaker on you

then they run and tell they fuckin' teacher on you.

tell you now that I ain't with that shit

all that runnin', tellin', all that snitchin shit

Trynna make some money trynna get some shit

Leave ya face leakin' i'mma buss ya shit

.37 I'mma keep it on me AK-47 and the heater on me

So you really don't want no beef lil homie

Stop actin' like you don't know me

Tell ya girl to come around so she can blow me

[Tell ya girl to come around so she can blow me]

Look, I said

In the street you don't want no issue

Make ya momma, daddy, and ya sister miss you

Take one shot to the head or stomach make ya body rock make you wanna vomit [Uh-]

Volva on me so I gotta pull it

make ya brain splat right into a mullet

Call me James Bond just the way I hold it

A-A-AK-47 fully loaded

Fake friends, try to sneak up on you

try to run up on me put the heater on you

then they listen in and put the speaker on you

then they run and tell the fuckin' teacher on you.

I tell you now that I ain't with that shit

all the runnin', tellin', all the snitchin shit

Trynna make some money trynna get some shit

Leave ya face leakin' i'mma buss ya shit [x2]

50-50 A'int no switchin' up

niggas keep pretendin' making bad luck

hit em' with the shotty made his ass buck

Look, I said

run into me I'mma hit ya shit

with the .37 or extension bitch

leave ya dusted out into the ditches bitch

[no you don't want no drama bitch]

If I don't have my glock up on me

I'mma beat yo ass turn you to bologna

don't got time for fakes, don't got time for phonies

I'm from Baltimore where they say dummy

actin' up leave you real crummy

clothes you got on lookin' real bummy

tell em' yes, I don't tell em no

talkin 'bout my choppa I'mma let it blow

outside might be real cold

gun steady leakin' I'mma let it snow...

FAKE FRIENDS

FAKE FRIENDS (feat. DBN KAI)

Producer: @cyborKat
Lyrics: @dbn-kai
Mastering: @ayosoundmind

Stay Trappin' Stay Rappin' (feat. DBN KAI)

Prod: @cyborkat
Lyrics: @dbn-kai

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

Workin' out and I don't stop

Got my body shakin' muscles 'bout to pop

Lookin' at you work out but yo ass look like a robot

Muscle movin' but ya body stiff

I could take you down with one kick

Judo moves this is real shit

Need to loosen up 'for you get ripped

Big body yes I'm hella swole

Biceps so big lookin' like a pole

It ain't monday night but I'm goin' raw

When your girl suck me she's all jaws

Friday night comin' back down

If you steppin' up you get slapped down

Been away but I'm back now

To get whatever say that I can't now

Feelin' like I'm the champ now

Gettin' everything that came around

John Wayne I'm a sharpshooter

Like a freight train I'm goin' through ya

Wit' that education yes I might fool ya

Take it back watch me old school ya

(Look I said)

[Verse 2]

Drinkin' muddy so I'm movin' slow

Take it to the street wit' a Dojo

Flamin' fist call it one punch

Bitin' on my fist that's a whole lunch

Fully focused yes I got a purpose

Still movin' slow put you in the circus

Kurt Angle winnin' gold medals

If you fuck around treat you like the devil

[Verse 3]

Kurt Angle winnin' gold medals

If you fuck around treat you like the devil

Carry sticks and I carry shovels

Put you in the dirt with that heavy metal

Pistol whippin' got me finger flippin'

Pullin' on the trigger got me double dippin'

When I beat yo ass that be double kick him

Make em disappear like a magician

Malfunction you start actin up

So I grab the shotty made it double pump

Lookin back who you runnin from

I'm the grim reaper comin from the sun

Long dick call me Tyrone

If I take ya chick she not comin home

Feelin mason and I'm feelin good

Got my muscles poppin like they really should

Makin' money yes I'm comin' up

Really came from out the damn slums

ROBOT (feat. DBN KAI)

BUBBLEGUM | けけアイドル

Producer: @cyborkat
Vocals: @dbn-kai

Lyrics:

Look

Covered in blood left that boy leaking red

Empty the clip when I aim at his head

Dun-dun-dun-dun when I drum at his head

Marching a band when I'm shootin' that lead

Aim at his head I don't aim for the leg

Choppa right on me like my name was Tony

I'm digging your grave When I sacrifice homie

The bullets gon' dance like Mac when he roni

Call to the father the heaven's the one

Making me mad I'mma empty my gun

Pull on the trigger the son of a gun

If you talk about gods I'mma cut off ya tongue

Choosin' my weapon my name is James Bond

Choppa reloaded and take off ya arm

Feel like it's thunder that bitch super strong

Feelin' that pain now you fallin' apart

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr! They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

(They call me the gravedigger)

They call me the gravedigger

Pray to the father the king to the throne

Ask for forgiveness and let it be known

Call me the lord when I'm sending you home

You beg for your name with the things that you own

They call me the great

But can you relate

Your soul I'mma take

I'm filled with that hate

Dime or a dozen the chrome I be clutchin'

It's up then it's stuck with the heat I concuss em'

Shoot with the shotty you know that it's buckin'

Running for cover you know that he duckin'

Gun it be laughing it tickle his stomach

Making him sick now he gonna go vomit

I pulled out the glock now his body gon' tarnish

Look

Feeling so evil like I'm the Grim Reaper

I'm waiting for you like the devil my keeper

I'm cleaning the streets like they call me the sweeper

I'll take off ya head like my gun a big speaker

Boy I am a Master yo ass is a Teacher

The choppa gon' rain to the crowd I'm a preacher

Makin' them dizzy they call me the sleeper

I'm spittin' that fire they call me the heater

Like a Magician I'm making him gone

Pull on the trigger I blow off his arm

Nigga retarded he gone off of drugs

Chopper a mower it cut down my lawn

I feel like the Reaper from Dusk Until Dawn

Look

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

(Grr!)

They call me the gravedigger

They call me the gravedigger

They call me the great

But can you relate

Your soul I'mma take

I'm filled with that hate

They call me the great

But can you relate

Your soul I'mma take

I'm filled with that hate

GRAVEDIGGER (feat. DBN KAI)

HEARTSTOPPER

I haven't done anything music related in awhile so I made a remix/flip.

Art by Droeloe

Droeloe ft. Banji - Landscape [CyborKat Edit]

SPACE JUMP BOOTS

ONE INCHER

ONE INCHER [INSTRUMENTAL]

RESTLESS

JUGGERNAUT

"A story of how me and my brothers used to struggle in this particular area of Baltimore, Maryland called "North Glover Street". It was a rundown neighborhood where things went to hell at any moment of the day."

CYBORKAT:

Verse 1:

I remember one night hearing gunshots

Niggas in them alley ways lurkin' in them dark spots

Yeah I remember all em' days when I ain't eat, couldn't sleep, had to fight on them streets, niggas peeking at my sneaks

I had them rundown shoes, I made it wit' no green

I had them worn out threads, I couldn't sleep for weeks

I know my momma worked hard, she kept us on our feet

Dad went to prison... It left me all alone wit' no heat

Yeah it be cold in them streets

Don't need to listen to me

Yeah I just fend for myself

No I don't need all the wealth

I got my nine on blast

Yeah I steal all of your health

I built up all my cash

Yeah I just did it myself

Verse 2:

Now I remember on them days when they just sat on my step

I had to tell em "Get the hell off" was a waste of my breath

These niggas don't got self control or fucking self respect

Niggas be acting like a jungle with no vines attached

Yeah I just laugh and laugh

Until I can't make track

You know I'm off of them rails

I'm like a train that's wrecked

Yeah I just can't go back

You see these people on crack

The drugs they all come back

like Resident Evil and The fuckin' Walking Dead

SXPH:

In Glover Street we used to be hustling

like a city outside was bustling

Me and the bros we used to be struggling

and now the bread is doubling

y'all niggas thinking 'bout foolery

I was just thinking 'bout the jewelry

'cos we ain't had nothing to boast

its bedtime, here go the story

Verse 2:

Just like Lil Baby we only had water for dinner -- we didnt have nun' to eat

but thats when I learn that shit ain't sweet, when Momma was just tryna make ends meet

and niggas used carry trap phones

all of the classmates had knew that

and niggas used to be making a joke of me just 'cos I'm rocking the Coolpad

And when me and my bro's was starving and tired -- Niggas was thinking about running away

But we stronger than that and smarter than that

And now we was thinking about finding a way

And my brother said what about rappin'

I said I'm just tired of trappin'

I said playing wit 4's and 5's and 9's the best way to get caught lackin'

DBN KAI:

I remember this chick she was pretty, long hair cute face, did ya miss me.

Then she had leave my school when I was 15.

Second chick she was pretty, lived on Orleans, fat ass, butter skin like oil sheen.

Mama used to whoop my ass she was too mean.

In school doing math like a damn clerk, best teacher, Mr. Jackson always made me work.

I remember down the street was the corner store, got some Snacks, Arizona, and a Powerball.

Mama always played the lotto like a power star, told her I would help her out and never let her fall.

I remember one night hearing gunshots, my Momma told me stop playing with the damn pots.

Downstairs running in the kitchen wit no damn socks, kids outside on the corner on the damn block.

N GLOVER ST [RADIO EDIT]

"A story of how me and my brothers used to struggle in this particular area of Baltimore, Maryland called "North Glover Street". It was a rundown neighborhood where things went to hell at any moment of the day."

CYBORKAT:

Verse 1:

I remember one night hearing gunshots

______ in them alley ways lurkin' in them dark spots

Yeah I remember all em' days when I ain't eat, couldn't sleep, had to fight on them streets, people peeking at my sneaks

I had them rundown shoes, I made it wit' no green

I had them worn out threads, I couldn't sleep for weeks

I know my momma worked hard, she kept us on our feet

Dad went to prison... It left me all alone wit' no heat

Yeah it be cold in them streets

Don't need to listen to me

Yeah I just fend for myself

No I don't need all the wealth

I got my nine on blast

Yeah I steal all of your health

I built up all my cash

Yeah I just did it myself

Verse 2:

Now I remember on them days when they just sat on my step

I had to tell em "Get the hell off" was a waste of my breath

These ______ don't got self control or _______ self respect

______ be acting like a jungle with no vines attached

Yeah I just laugh and laugh

Until I can't make track

You know I'm off of them rails

I'm like a train that's wrecked

Yeah I just can't go back

You see these people on crack

The drugs they all come back

like Resident Evil and The ______' Walking Dead

SXPH:

In Glover Street we used to be hustling

like a city outside was bustling

Me and the bros we used to be struggling

and now the bread is doubling

y'all ______ thinking 'bout foolery

I was just thinking 'bout the jewelry

'cos we ain't had nothing to boast

its bedtime, here go the story

Verse 2:

Just like Lil Baby we only had water for dinner -- we didnt have nun' to eat

but thats when I learn that ____ ain't sweet, when Momma was just tryna make ends meet

and niggas used carry trap phones

all of the classmates had knew that

and ______ used to be making a joke of me just 'cos I'm rocking the Coolpad

And when me and my bro's was starving and tired -- ______ was thinking about running away

But we stronger than that and smarter than that

And now we was thinking about finding a way

And my brother said what about rappin'

I said I'm just tired of trappin'

I said playing wit 4's and 5's and 9's the best way to get caught lackin'

DBN KAI:

I remember this chick she was pretty, long hair cute face, did ya miss me.

Then she had leave my school when I was 15.

Second chick she was pretty, lived on Orleans, fat ass, butter skin like oil sheen.

Mama used to whoop my ass she was too mean.

In school doing math like a damn clerk, best teacher, Mr. Jackson always made me work.

I remember down the street was the corner store, got some Snacks, Arizona, and a Powerball.

Mama always played the lotto like a power star, told her I would help her out and never let her fall.

I remember one night hearing gunshots, my Momma told me stop playing with the damn pots.

Downstairs running in the kitchen wit no damn socks, kids outside on the corner on the damn block.

N GLOVER ST [RADIO EDIT][CLEAN]

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