Runaway (@seye)

Bart Simpson

[LYRICS] 

i got racks in, I got racks out 
making all this cash nigga like a cash cow 
my final destination nigga how I go down
oh yeah I'm making pay now

oh imma touch your soul
so tell me where you really wanna go 
don't leave or I might let it blow 
I hope you know your my real home 

they don't understand how it feels 
my nigga died to the Glock it ain't feel real
my daddy there authentic pills
I just wanted love nigga want it to be real 

momma was struggling off them bills
I was seeing them demons all in my room
step daddy was lying bout the truth 
had to stay strong yeah cause that's the truth 
I seen them make coke in that room
I swept my feelings away with a broom
I was tired of seeing mama cry in that room 

i got racks in, I got racks out 
making all this cash nigga like a cash cow 
my final decision the way I go down
oh yeah I'm making pay now

yeah shout out to lil Uzi yeah I think my love is rage
yeah I'm sitting myself cause I know yo love was fake 
I'm sorry what I said yeah I was blinded by my rage 
I sit back celebrate my nigga cause I'm busy eating cake 

yeah bankroll 
flexing with all these fazos 
mess with my folks yeah I give that boy a halo 
yeah this off the top nigga yeah this all the mental 
flowing so hard yeah on the instrumental 

yeah smash that nigga like I'm Ralph 
better keep my name out to mouth 
he snorting that cocaine with his snout 
I do my dance unlimited moves 
funky wonky that's my grove 
TNB that's my crew 
she dropped down then she bussed a move 


FINAL DESTINATION (prod.wayza)

(Prod by @Rioxion @NeuroticDidThat @Jayysoul)

Drift in a four-door
Put him on shirt like promo (Ha)
That's what they say so
Trust that ain't my fate ohh (Nah)
Heart be see through
Lov3 deceive you (Ahhh-ahh)
Hope you heal soon
Time can heal you (Ahhh-ahh)

P*ssy boy keep talk'n sh*t get sent away
She put the blick up to his back tho
She a killer call her Keiko
She die for me I die for her to
Thought that was lov3 when I first saw you
You got a glo that I adore tho

Whao (Wait-wait)

F*k them n*gga rally up
Want smoke want beef we can fry em up
Wanna score up n*gga we can tally u-

Ha-ha
Only one that care for you
Ha-ha
trust I finna see this through
Ha-ha
You are the light to my soul
You so damn bright that you glo

Drift in a four-door
Put him on shirt like promo (Ha)
That's what they say so
Trust that ain't my fate ohh (Nah)
Heart be see through
Lov3 deceive you (Ahhh-ahh)
Hope you heal soon
Time can heal you (Ahhh-ahh)

Drift in a four-door
Put him on shirt like promo (Ha)
That's what they say so
Trust that ain't my fate ohh (Nah)
Say it ain't so
Hope it ain't true
If it is then 
Watch me gloooahhh

Celestial Glo

"It's better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt" - Abraham Lincoln






[Verse 1]  
Jump out your body, get crazy, I’m on some new shit, find my way, yuh  
I think they don’t like the kid, I’m way too t’d, turn my libs up  
No, I can’t stop right now, I’m way too hot, I pull my bib up  
Yuh, I gotta pull my bib up  
Yuh, I gotta pull my bib up  

Annotation: "Pull my bib up" likely refers to getting ready for action, akin to pulling up one’s pants or gear before a challenge, a metaphor for preparing to dominate. "T’d" suggests being hyped or energized, possibly a nod to being "turnt up" in slang.

[Verse 2]  
Trap house jump like 23, you’ll think Jordan back, ain’t did enough  
I’m in this bitch t’d up, double C, I’m C’d up  
Niggas hate, can’t be like me, I’m just way too t’d up  
I was born a rockstar, was born to be a rockstar  
Dreads swinging, young rasta fari, known ta rock hard  
Fuck that, we flip cop cars, smoke weed and blow torch  
Ally way at 12, bitch, meet me on your skateboard  

Annotation: The reference to "23" and "Jordan" invokes Michael Jordan’s iconic jersey number, implying the artist’s trap house (a slang term for a drug house or hustle spot) is as lively as a comeback performance. "Double C" could reference Chanel or a personal flex, while "rasta fari" connects to Rastafarian culture, emphasizing the artist’s bold, rebellious identity.

[Bridge]  
We finna takeover (Yuh)  
We finna takeover  
We finna takeover (Yuh)  
We finna takeover  
We finna takeover (Yuh)  
We finna takeover  
We finna takeover (Yuh)  
We finna takeover  

Annotation: The repetition of "We finna takeover" serves as a chant-like declaration of dominance, a common motif in hip-hop to signal ambition and inevitable success. The "Yuh" ad-libs add energy and swagger, hyping the listener.

[Chorus]  
You always got something to say, hoe, STFU, move out the way  
You always got something to say, hoe, STFU, move out the way  
You always got something to say, hoe, STFU, move out the way  
You always got something to say, hoe, STFU, move out the way  

[Verse 3]  
How you feel? I feel great, I feel good  
I’m popping like a hood and my diamonds filled with boogs  
These niggas they gon hate what they can’t understand  
Just know I be the man, bitch, know I be the man (Heyyy)  

Annotation: "Diamonds filled with boogs" is a playful way of saying the artist’s jewelry is sparkling, with "boogs" possibly referring to the shine or clarity of the diamonds. The line "I be the man" reinforces the artist’s confidence and status, a staple in trap and hip-hop lyricism.

[Chorus]  
You always got something to say, hoe, STFU, move out the way  
Jump out your body, get crazy, I’m on some new shit, find my way, yuh  
I think they don’t like the kid, I’m way too t’d, turn my libs up  
No, I can’t stop right now, I’m way too hot, I pull my bib up  

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HOSTFU!

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what is life prod.kashsprngz (ALL PLATS)

3peat (ok)

prod @nier-396978015
niggas keep on talking
walk down i might sock him
dat lil bitch annoying
ion even know u
i hit hoes and they ask me for atonement
in dat black truck push dat rover
let her dog me and i owned it
yea i want coins just like im sonic
all black whip it look like onyx
bae i love you to be honest
we got tree jus like we florist
put a price tag on your dome
he suit up to save a hoe
hit for racks, dat boy a hoe
we got bread, we having dough
racks on racks on racks on racks
but im tryna hit for more
19x in my pants
and i aim it at your dome
big ass pants
and i got that semi tuck
all these bitches wanna fuck
i got bands, they on my cock
yuh i fell inlove with foreign broads
white hoes dey like doing drugs
aye lil bruh im just da plug

let her dog me and i owned it

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Lyrics 100% created by me, vocals and instrumentals are produced with AI. I had a lot of fun with this one! Please make sure to floow me on Spotify and Apple, means a ton: linktr.ee/Honybeebaby

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