running through the pages

produced by me

lyrics:

now i'm walking through the cameras
need an upgrade imma buy another hammer
i log in through the console like a hacker
bitch if i said i won't go why you ask her

now i see your DNA, you go through it everyday
is it time to get a fix? no matter how much you change
if there's blood up on your shirt, i know that you still won't change
will you free me from these chains? all i ever did was pray

i just found you in my folder
i can feel the time fly i'm still not older
then i told you i would never call,
im a sylo soulju. money lookin very tall (im not but shoutout kurtains)

i can't even take it, i know you'll replace it
walk into the spot and if i shoot we'll leave him nameless
because i always knew you was on that lame shit
and if you, fucked, up you're the one that's paying

you need my love i could never take it
and i know it hurts but you can't replace it
and i can't give up fuck what they be saying
and if you fucked up it's nobody else but your fault

said she tryna go but i can't let her
angel, i'm angel with no feather
eyes low when i'm cruising through the cameras
i know, i know why i'm better

tão achando q eu sou da bolivia mas sou do brasil
eh dificil escrever verso sem falar que eu ganho mil
ele mora em condomínio e posta foto com fuzil
e falaram do seu nome mas vc ja decaiu

hate me boy you're not the only one
came in with a rocket launcher ima shoot that shit for fun
and i heard they tryna talk down but i told them "for what?"
and i might fuck it up, for the first time look back and i say

swear to god i'll leave it, i might as well delete it
tryna change the season, but i know that i'll just leave it
tryna fuck me up look at that energy you're giving
it's the first day of the month and you're still worried about me winning

take it, take it, take it all

who else you know

2021
used the same instrumental as a tropes song, original pitch

twikipedia - take yourself too serious

you're still far from it
album 2022
prod me

lyrics:

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice

and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

if i want it imma get it let me figure out a way
love to look up at my paypal see the money duplicate
hate me love me on the next day get the fuck up off my face
i'm not really tryna talk, i was busy being soil to the plants
so many mfing hours that i spent
it's about life we gon lose many friends
so many of you think that you're the shit, i gotta tell you you're not
even that's what you think you are
i had to tell you you're hot shit, you're not gonna come this far (aaah)

fuck all that bitch shit, your song come on i hear nothing but crickets
never did show but i'll sell out some tickets, up on the ATM counting some digits
that shit is old i'm not dropping no snippet, you get the pack and you fumble and flip it
somebody tell that boy he cannot kick it, i got a worldwide plug he british
i got 2k3 on my bank i feel like CJ808
man i woke up money hungry think im making racks today
i got lots on my mind but the same up on my plate
i know you're losing so my day is going great

hook: 
and you got way too much to learn
i don't think you get the concept of waiting for your turn
and i had to wait, now they wait for my return
he was talking all that shit i'll be the last one that's concerned
cause it's, real, went from zero to a deal
can't wait for the next time i touch a fucking mill
my heart is untouchable that shit is made of steel
nowadays when my song come on they never standing still

i'm really a ranged soldier i can't be the boxer type
keep it on me but that's for protection when i'm out at night
mom said i'm way too hard headed i never think twice
it's gon be a fucked up day on earth when i take your advice
nowadays im getting mad racks for talking on a mic
but don't get it twisted i could never be afraid to die
i appreciate it i told you that you not my type
if i had to be you that'd be suicide

hard headed 🧱

prod me

Recorded on my Laptop Microphone for fun.

I move this Saturday, and  "chronic" will continue as soon as I finish acoustic proofing my new room which won't take too long. i'm hoping to finish it as soon as possible. drop date is still 2022.

lyrics:

i don't really give a fuck, what they talking bout
said i don't like paper, prove him wrong right now
bitch i'm counting rolling paper, imma smoke right now
and he not talking money what he talking bout
she said she want me so i kicked her out
back then i had less than hundred on my bank account
you be talking shit but im here what we doing now
and if it's up to me i'll try a hundred ways to make it out

you be talking shit you going through it
im a band man, i phase through the groupies
that hoe tried to fuck on me she thought that i was stupid
i just took his shit now he look stupid

i haven't dropped now they're clueless
i know if they don't copy me then they can't do it
these rappers talking bout their mans gonna shoot it
bitch i shot off his brain now he stupid (x2)

every time i win i catch them losing
yo bitch dont want you she was choosing, but that's just how it go
i was in the field you were snoozing
now they don't fuck with your music, don't count on me lil bro
i was getting bands by my lone
you fucked it up yourself it's like you tried to go broke, i know
if they catch me i'll get life for this phone
methods that i shouldn't have known, i don't know

stupid

produced by me
the last time i will make a song like thi

lyrics:

i win the lottery yuh
he got a problem then get up
i know they mad at me yuh
because i run my money up
go check my mentions like yeah
because they all wanna be us
if your mans he got a problem he can come through every month

life saver, real money waster
i'm a bag chaser, real paper
i don't do favors, i met my maker
real line sayer, i don't care

ran out of time that i'm not that i'm not gonna get back
try going forwards but i always go back
this is not a funeral but i wore all black
i don't wanna talk to you if you gon treat me like trash

he get left in the past
i just listened to your tape every song was so bad
if your song sounds like this, chances are that it's bad
when i do it's okay because i am.. good.. im good at this type of music, but you should stop making it though, you, you should st-

life saver, real money waster
i'm a bag chaser, real paper
i don't do favors, i met my maker
real line sayer, i don't care

nah fuck all that cause lil bitch im tryna get my shit back
i was gone for a few months and now they're stealing my swag
i got a lot of shit to say i got a lot to unpack
i don't wanna do a verse if your songs are still ass
and if you're not first then you're last
gotta buy me a safe, racks can't fit in the bag
they finding new ways to be trash
i'm letting them be, i don't got time for that

running through the pages

delta