Play With The Changes

LOVE U GOOD

J Bish - DayAway (Prod Nephew)

lyrics:

Erik Noha with the heat

Lot of niggaz rappin’ but when it comes to bars, I’m a king
Boy, I ain’t just snappin’, physically, I’m a part of the beat
Brian Pumper ‘bout the only nigga that’s harder than me 
Walk around with knives all in my back, and my heart on my sleeve
What do I bring to the table? More plates
Blowin’ candles out for the years I couldn’t afford cake
COVID been over, you niggaz still got poor taste
Only need a pen to paint a portrait
If you ain’t ready to risk it all, don’t get involved
Money killed more niggaz than crack epidemics, aids, or fentanyl
Imagine what DOLLA do, I done made the most of the impossible
Been around the world, still got lots to view
I love rap, but at thirty, this shit is not as cool
Add the fact that my oldest daughter just started school
With clothes too small, could barely afford to cop her shoes
Needless to say her mama was not amused
Few weeks before, a fiend put a GLock to my head
Last track battle was recorded from hospital beds
By the grace of god, just a few scrapes and gauze
Couple more inches to the right and DOLLA was dead 
Life is too short to be taken for granted
I’ma make the most of the time I got left on this planet
Though it’s a lot to manage, I got it handled, took the cards I was handed, charged up, and evolved into gambit
Can’t expect a nigga on Twitch to understand the feeling
Half my city strung out, twitchin’ behind abandoned buildings
I been going through it, trying not to over do it
I done lost a whole head of hair stressing over music
First and last time addressing this shit so listen up
I am not ignoring you niggaz, I just been sick as fuck
I can either live in my truth or choose to walk around it
I think I’m finally ready to talk about it

Erik, Erik, er-er-Erik
Next nigga ask me where a verse at, prolly gon’ get cursed at,
Get his woman’s purse snatched, then gon’ take a dirt nap,
Nigga I’ve been havin’ delusions like “shh, you heard that?”
I ain’t got time to be foolin’ ‘round with your nerd ass
I mean that respectfully, this is not an open invite to come and check on me, ‘less you got a check for me,
Niggaz want that hard, want them bars, want that killa shit
100-something dms, no one talkin’ percentages
My dick ain’t free, my pen ain’t either
Niggaz hit me ’bout collabs when my kids ain’t eatin’
Discord don’t pay no bills, so I ain’t streamin’ 
Had to defy the odds just to get back even
I spit that ether, “that shit that make your soul burn slow”
That heat, straight from the cradle to the fuckin’ hearse flow
Hottest outta Colorado, I shout that shit from the top of mountains
I think I’m finally ready to talk about it

So let’s talk about it…
Started at the bottom , but I always stay on top of shit 
DOLLAWATER got a grip, the opposite of counterfeit
Always bet the house on myself, still ain’t lost a cent
You not legit, uninstall Bandlab and call it quits 
We’re not the same, all of your favorite rappers are slain,
I come from the era of rappers with brains
All of your partners got life and a day
My partner’s the one that presided the case
Tired of rappin’, but really, what I’m supposed to do?
It’s all I’ve ever done, and quittin’s something my soul refuse
They always ask why I’m so recluse, I’m close to thru
Tired of being overworked and underused 
For now, I roll a j, sit down and meditate
I can hear death ‘round the corner, fuck it, let him wait
D.O. Double L to the A, ain’t no doubt about it
Ain’t nothing left to say, so y’all can talk about it

TALK ABOUT IT (prod. Erik Noha)

Tryagain (prod melody)

Lyrics:

Haha, uh
They won’t think I’m home ‘cause ain’t no cars up in my driveway
Slippers on my feet ‘cause I ain’t tryna go outside today
Niggaz think it's sweet but I just ain’t got that much time waste
Beat stay — beat stay on repeat, the studio my hiding place
Boy this ain’t no interview, get that camera out my face
Used to judge the junkie life when I was up, now I relate
Can’t recall the last time that I ate but I been high for days
Fumando gelato en mi grotto yellin’ "Que lo que"

N-n-n-now get yo' ass up 'fore you miss this plane
Then turn yo' speakers up and let it bang
N-n-n-now get yo' ass up 'fore you miss this plane
I'm gone and I put that on everything 

Grew up off that KND, fly like Numbah 5 or 2
Made the jump from drinkin’ quarter waters to that jungle juice
Slangin’ crack when makin’ tracks, as I’m comin’ from the booth
Homie tried to pass the boy a back, I’m like “what’s up with you?”
Pass the paper, board this plane, get that blunt up out my face
I can’t leave this piece without that master copy, andalé
Can’t recall the last time that I slept but I been up for days
Last I checked, the lesson go no restin’ for my wicked ways

N-n-n-now get yo' ass up 'fore you miss this plane
Then turn yo' speakers up and let it bang
N-n-n-now get yo' ass up 'fore you miss this plane
I'm gone and I put that on everything

THIS PLANE (prod. Sanzu Beats)

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Skrillex - Scary Monsters And Nice Sprites (BlasteX flip)

[Lyrics]

Fuck that shit, get lit, I ain’t gotta be rich, lil nigga I’m handsome
I ain’t got no diamonds on me dancing
Two bed, two bath life, I don't live in no mansion
Nigga ride around on E, I’m taking chances
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome
I just bought a eighth with my advances
Look at this thrift shop drip, it's so outlandish
Life ain’t really pan out the way I planned it
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome

Bitches on me like I'm Damson
Idris Elba, I’m the man, yup
Mr. Marcus from the waist down, Taye Diggs from the pants up
Lint licker with a hand rub, you ain’t fuckin with a damn scrub
Sway if he had the answers

Looking in my pantry seeing what I’ll have for dinner later
Peanut better, no jelly and some instant mashed potatoes
Checking my bank account, I swear a nigga 'bout almost fainted
000, I might need an operator, ha

Thirst traps looking for a lonely hoe with money that's in need of some dick
If I can’t make my rent, I might just fuck a set of keys out a bitch
Take a nigga shopping, then ask what I’m 'bout to do, it sting a lil' bit
Yeah, I see how it is

Fuck that shit, get lit, I ain’t gotta be rich, lil nigga I’m handsome
I ain’t got no diamonds on me dancing
Two bed, two bath life, I don't live in no mansion
Nigga ride around on E, I’m taking chances
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome
I just bought a eighth with my advances
Look at this thrift shop drip, it's so outlandish
Life ain’t really pan out the way I planned it
I don’t need none of that shit, lil nigga I’m handsome

HANDSOME (prod. arcxsounds)

PARDON ME (prod. Chef Swarley)

Lyrics:

Amaretto
Nothin’ better

Two cups of my favorite drank, Amaretto and Tanqueray
Sneaky link like she on her way, haulin’ ass in that Hyundai
Off a chew, so girl, don’t be late, smoke enough to stay high all day
Love the way that she say my name, rollin’ up on my favorite tray,
Ain’t gotta see it to know it’s fat, shakin’ that shit to some Doja Cat, I need some more that 
Knockin’ me out when she throw it back, gorilla grip keep me comin’ back, can’t keep control of that 
Whoa, baby I’m too attached to let go, all kinda freaky shit in that phone,
We ain’t gotta tell the world what we on, from a long line of certified hoes
Let me outside, I bury my bone, bitch I’m a dog, 
Love me a melanated lil’ jawn, that can do magic tricks with that jaw
Never pick up but always on call, gon’ get fresh, but baby, don’t stall, 
Let nigga hold a pair of them drawers, know you got a plane to catch in the morn
But it’s feelin’ like we on a vibe
So saddle up, girl, if you down to ride
Might catch a nut and leave that dick inside
And leave mark to let ‘em know it’s mine

Another hour ’til she miss her flight (I’ma let her)
Been around the world and couldn’t find (nothin’ better)
Swear this liquor got me feelin’ right, amaretto
I can’t let her know what’s on my mind (never, ever)

Rollin’ up on my favorite tray, smoke enough to stay high all day
Love the way that she say my name, backseat of that Hyundai
She remind me of my favorite strain, think about her all night and day
No complaints when I’m in that thang, slidin’ round like a hydroplane

AMARETTO (prod. Cedwood)

BIGDUCKENERGYMUSIC TRACK BATTLE #46

Gave you heart and got buried alive
Ain’t even wait for the shovel to dry
Sift through the dirt to uncover the lies
Egg on my face with the sun in my eye
Hate when I’m low but in love with the high
No looking down just enjoying the ride

Gave you heart and got buried alive
Ain’t even wait for the shovel to dry
Sift through the dirt to uncover the lies
Egg on my face with the sun in my eye
Hate when I’m low but in love with the high
No looking down just enjoying the ride

Sorry
What I’ma do with a sorry?
Gave you my all and you rob me
Don’t even bother to call me

Aww please
Don't no one fall for the story
Airing out my dirty laundry
Now you come back to me crawling

Sorry
Fuck I’ma do with a sorry?
Did what you could to disarm me
Dug in my flesh til the scar bleed

Look at the, fuck, damn
Look at the damage it caused me
Head in the clouds where the stars be
Blunt in my mouth like a palm tree

I’ve been blessing with a gift
God give me everyone’s messes to fix
Even the best get finessed a lil bit
I just you was different it started legit
Then, you started to switch, calling them folks knowin’ damn well your started the shit
I start up the whip, knowing if I don’t leave now
Shit, I might go retarder and flip
Smoking on blunts by the beaucoup
All of my enemies petty, but none of em do me like you do
Said you would change but the new you
Got a nigga wishing I never knew you
Wish I was dead, well the feeling is mutual, lil bitch
I should call one my cousins to do you
Put something through you, got right with God
Cuz the way my life been must he some kinda voodoo, whoa

Gave you heart and got buried alive
Ain’t even wait for the shovel to dry
Sift through the dirt to uncover the lies
Egg on my face with the sun in my eye
Hate when I’m low but in love with the high
No looking down just enjoying the ride

Gave you heart and got buried alive
Ain’t even wait for the shovel to dry
Sift through the dirt to uncover the lies
Egg on my face with the sun in my eye
Hate when I’m low but in love with the high
No looking down just enjoying the ride
























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