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Hook: 
turn up the beat i'll turn it to a master piece
it's the grass that i chief that send my mind just what it need
its the styles that i bring that got these fools so mad at me
cause they know that i be shining like the sun when it hit the sea 

Lyrics:
Offa that dro thats when i roll out 
i keep my mind upon the grind
and thats whitt no doubt
gotta get my dough until i go i'll never hold out
bet you can find me whitt my homies
getting smoked out 
staying down for the crime and never finna punk out
cause when this shit gets real we bout to see whos really down
and if you not bout what you say
then stay up out my way cause only reallas on my side
and thats on everything
and everyday i hear my homies from beyond the grave
just look out for me dogg i'll get it for us anyway
stop all these fools thats trynna play me for a fucking trick
cause only i can stop myself from really making it
but back to business boy we bout to get this shit fasho
stack up my chips and mack these hoes thats all i ever known
so ima keep it true and do it like i always do
im living proof you ought to get it how you want to fool

OG Tokey - Master Piece (Prod. Lil Creepshow)

Lyrics:

Mashin' on this mission
Headrest screens are strictly HD
Mayo with the mustard
What these daytons ridin' daily
It's strictly her decision
Not my choice
For her to thank me
Lace me down with franklins
That's the language
Most you can't speak

Baby rolled a time capsule
I don't know
Where she gon' take me
Sent me like a gmail
Hit download
Then erased me
I sip this mp4
He sent the wav
Let's have a tasting
Purple to the red
We on to green
My liver hate me
I came to highway 1
To reconnect
To where i caint be
I'm lying when i said
The money wouldn't ever change me
I'm docked up at Castellammare
This ain't no LA beach
El dorado coupe
Just me and you
My candy day dream

3. Stuck In LA (Prod. Professor Creepshow)

South West Connection (Ft. Domsta) (Prod. Dretti Franks)

LYRICS:
I swear to God
I'm on the wrong planet
Come get me
Type of pack
Seeing light speed
Night vision
I like a bitch
Who spend her dough with me
Not partition
Selling dreams
Like award winners
False pictures
Letting game fall on deaf ears
Clear pretender
Playa barely
Shifting 3rd gear
Main contender
Check my underground passport
Signed sealed delivered
Talking 28 winters
I done weathered
Last 10 wasn't glitter

Hitting switches
84's gon clear the lane
I had to hit
The men in black
They can't recall a thang
What a pleasant
Sight to see
In that Bonneville
Grant your wish
Like BB&Q
I'm not here to stay
It's like you either
Clocking in or filling cellophane
I'm just trying to
Buy in bulk
Let 'em keep the change
Triple digits
When I'm down
Make me understand
See another soul freed
Just another gained
I can't complain

Night Vision (Prod. DJ Idea)

I Left One Rolled 4 U

5 Percent Curtains Ft. Domsta & DJ Idea (Prod. Dretti Franks)

Walk Away

Mistaken

Toxic Traits

Thinking Less

nights and weekends

5 seater

You Got It (feat. Rexx Life Raj)

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LEAVE YA FIENIN', PT. 2 (PROD. FUNKFINGER)

DEDICATED TO THE RADIO LEGEND ART LA BOE

LYRICS:

Kick them boots come and jump in the Jeep
Ain't no room baby just you and me
Hit that recline lay back in ya seat
Just one night just turned into weeks
Highway 1, sandy feet, double cup promethazine
Trues & Vogues
24's
Neon lights with trails of smoke
You ain't chose now you know
How this shit supposed to go
Yours is mine give me more
Words run dry ain't none to show
Can't waste time showin' ropes
Can't run lip I done heard it before
Done heard it before
Can't waste time showin' ropes
Can't run lip I done heard it before
Done heard it before
Can't waste time showin' ropes
Can't run lip I done heard it before


What was only supposed to be a night
Turned to a week
Turned to a month
Turned to baby I don't wanna leave
Keep the pressure baby
Shit you never know
You might just make the cut for the winning team
Right on baby

Yours Is Mine (Prod. DJ Sugar Booger)

LYRICS:

Hard to find, hard to please
Pressure build my karatry
Hold it down steady feet
Now I'm plotting on candy keys
'65 '93, AMG with caramel seats
Wine and dine not for me
Can you load this 50 piece
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be

Cannot measure up to this
Swanga's on the cutlass
Triple Golds
Match this presidential with the bumper kit
Tried to give the game
Lead the horse, they ain't take one sip
Let 'em sit, they just want a dollar no percentages
GIA no necklaces
Ain't crossin' off no Christmas lists
Money increase my dopamine, let it cure my illnesses
Feel it in my heart
Numb the pain from all the stress of this
Jubilee with factory stones, frozen round the bezelment
Had to hit the exit switch
Bitch you on that jezelment
Never have I ever thought no way I couldn't replace this bitch
'95 seven series
Phone full of messages
Not my fault you ain't listen bitch
Glisten in eclipse's

Playa hard to find, hard to please
Pressure build my karatry
Hold it down steady feet
Now I'm plotting on candy keys
'65 '93, AMG with caramel seats
Wine and dine not for me
Can you load this 50 piece
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be
Spin it round, hundreds in my hand
Turn to BTC, let it be
Bitch we eat forever how we supposed to be

Yours Is Mine (Prod. DJ Sugar Booger)

DOMSTA

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