“A child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.” This tape will explores tropes of lonesomeness, vindictiveness and the bitter realization that you are sometimes better off without things others need. It takes a village to raise a child, but it takes a village to raise a monster, too.

All bridge are fodder for the fire; what is a lover but disappointment coupled with desire? Flares from burning overpasses always reminded him that he was not alone in the world; those flames burned just as bright as he did. Times have changed as they always do. Burning the bridges is no longer enough; he must now burn the village.

Songs About You -- prod fivedollarminimum

New Rates -- prod Shak with the K

Medium -- prod Shak with the K

Parking Lot Sippin -- prod fivedollarminimum

“A child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.” This tape will explores tropes of lonesomeness, vindictiveness and the bitter realization that you are sometimes better off without things others need. It takes a village to raise a child, but it takes a village to raise a monster, too.

All bridge are fodder for the fire; what is a lover but disappointment coupled with desire? Flares from burning overpasses always reminded him that he was not alone in the world; those flames burned just as bright as he did. Times have changed as they always do. Burning the bridges is no longer enough; he must now burn the village.


LYRICS: The devil wear Prada, I put my b*tch in VI Westwood
I gave her my all the b*tch don’t want to see me be good

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, stress (uh)  

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, checks (uh)  

I’m smokin’ on chem-dawg and I beat the block with my dogs, yeah
I’m f*ckin’ that b*tch and I’m high off the strong and we will not last long, yeah 
Only in love for a second, my patience as thin as her thong, yeah
As short as my songs, yeah, 4 grams take me home, yeah

I’m sippin’ on drank, and I’m kissin’ on pink, baby bring my bong, yeah
I’m dabbin’ on wax and I’m spazzin’ on tracks, lil b*tch leave me ‘lone, yeah
Fourth down in the pocket, I look to my left, tell Shake go long, yeah

Hit a nigga from Hong Kong (yeah)
New Glock, BING BONG (yeah)

Huh- huh (Huh – huh)
For Christmas, I bought me a blower, yeah
I damn near bled out in a soda, yeah 
I f*cked the b*tch twice I don’t know ‘er, yeah

The b*tch is a bopper, a hoe’r
I don’t give a fuck about no one (uh)
I ran it up in a cold one,
I’m trapping outside, he froze up, its below one (yeah)


The devil wear Prada, I put my bitch in VI Westwood
I gave her my all the b*tch don’t want to see me be good

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, stress (uh)  

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, checks (uh)

I’m huggin’ that fire and I point at his eye and the young n*gga will die, uh (Take him home)
He think that I’m p*ssy or sum, I’ll show you I’m not, Simba sin on my side

I got too much damn pride b*tch, 
Look in my eyes b*tch, sittin’ sideways with my side b*tch

RP 10 my sidekick, yeah
Got a n*gga feel like Robin, uh

I throw money at the problem, yeah 
(Fuck a b*tch take her shopping)

(Yeah, yeah)

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, stress (uh)  

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, checks (uh)  

She wanna give me
She wanna give me
She wanna give me, neck!

I need a new plug on the Tech (uh)
This whore getting me vexed (uh)
Sent the lil b*tch to the vet
I boss up, I flex (uh)
I paid off the refs (uh)
(I’m cheating on this - )


The devil wear Prada, I put my bitch in VI Westwood
I gave her my all the b*tch don’t want to see me be good

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, stress (uh)  

I got a lotta
I got a lotta
I got a lotta, checks (uh)

V V Stressed -- prod DosReel

A kid with a computer.

9,029/10,000 hours complete.

pints & cosines prod lil south

TRYING TO MAKE GOD 4GIVE MY SIN AND MY FAVORITE RAPPERS RAP AGAIN >: }

Stripper Flange prod @thatboyOD & @cortdot

blunt of tina turner
this bitch hit back

she like serena
cos she bout racks

call me china man
cos i eat cat
skin color of cognac
i think that i need that

when you say you love me
do you mean it

girl i think you fye
call you phoenix

and im really high
im on venus

i dont need ya
 you can suck my penis

***
im perked up like titties

on them drugs like whitney

and lsd a light show
desert look like new york city 
****

blunt of tina turner
this bitch hit back

she like serena
cos she bout racks

bitch u broke my heart
why u did that, uhm

i might leave ur buddy lite
like a 6 pack

Divine - TinaTurner *prod @dosreel*

Souvenir prod thatboyOD

WOKanda prod thatboyOD

An EP. 
Production by Nard & B, perc40, FAHNTOM973, and DosReel. 
Mixing & Mastering by CJ Shallow.
Enjoy.

Nectar / War Outside prod FAHNTOM973

Deja Vu prod perc40

Bite Down prod Nard & B

Divine the Chef

IT KEPT ME WARM 
(NEW EP, OUT FEBRUARY 4TH, 2022)
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