reflective song, onto the next chapter hopefully i dont wanna be this way and I’m sorry I am

problemzz 😥 (rek1usive & brickroyce)

Lyrics:

Uh, mother fucker got big ambition. To be the top rap musician in this fucking competition. But then again my friend we gotta end this bustin’ session. Not worth battling over, the fussin’ cussin’ mission has advantages but the violence leading to silence is a con, saying you is the don. I don’t mean as in a has been dead now, I mean be seen as a peace maker, I read how we gotta stop promoting, kinda shit that get people really frothing, at the mouth wanting clout out here toting, guns, let’s use puns instead and dead the croaking, of dead innocents. In a sense, I’m dense and also not getting, the point across, what I mean by top musician, in this rap competition, is to strengthen my own possibilities, be the best I gots to set me free, let me be, best to my own ability, lengthen my reach on the mic, I’m preaching what I like, but I can do more, that’s for sure, keeping the weeping out of other harms way. I arms what I say, tryna let out confusion, of bottling emotions, I’m remodeling my own notions, tryna find the potions by speaking truth, hoping the dope I spit get me a better feeling, realization, but not to put you in harm. I arm with no bomb, I hope to go charm, so calm and yet I get so hectic, it get quick, I emit sick but that’s for later. Right now, mind on the far greater, bar meter I’m tryna set the pace at, so I can face that, man in the mirror and hear a good thang. I could bring more sure strain simple and plain. To maintain, more self discipline. Listening to not just what be glistening but be enlisting in the mental help, my self in therapy, I find when I speak my mind it kind of clarity, consider this self journaling doing verbally, a winner not a sinner, flip the switch, rip the itch off the skin of my work, it’ll bruise and come back, let my kin help and perk, accept some help then I come back, a new guy, choose my path and some wack, some jerk but I work to stick like a thumbtack, to who be true, oh wait, back to the open, cause therapy clarity is dope but where we started scopin’, is this drama in rap, calming the crap, we need to be, heed this truly, I’m a do that. My mama is at a point where if she hear a joint, is she proud? I don’t know, I value her thoughts though. Yeah you who raised me well, I praised you not enough, I know how it glow to yo brain is a main thang to consider, the stuff I puff? I ain’t smoked. I’ve joked about shit tryna fit in, but no quittin’, when I ain’t done it. Stop the cap rap, I run shit just the way I am, way I am, damn. Yeah that shit is true, do I get through to you? Don’t matter, I won’t batter and bruise dudes, rudes or not, but my mom, she mean a lot. Seen a lot, I got a shot with her in thought. And I’m a end it like this, I run this shit on a track, no lack of forensics.

Big Ambition (Prod. #GEEKERSQUAD)

Music Video: https://youtu.be/RvgHv6PM61U?si=IrWDUMRMQjunZNpx

Lyrics:

Yeah, chops out
We gon' lay the block out
Ouu, ahh
Hey, ahh
Niggas, they be capped out
20 kills, I done fragged out
New bands touched
Went from Vans to...
Balenciagas on kicks now
Ran up, he get ran down
Body bags, it's a man down
Oh, oh
It's a man down
I just asked my bitch, "Where we standing?"
It ain't working out, wish that I ain't plan shit
Man, I'm running routes, bitch I'm wide receiver
Bad bitch count money now, pop out showing clevage
Heaven, hell like up or down?
Find out when choppa sound
This shit hold 10 rounds, 20 rounds, 30 rounds
Fuck it, 50 rounds
Bitch, it ain't nothing, get 'em gone
Wanted it all along
Bitches wanna see my downfall
Kyn said, "Everytime that she text she ignore"
Hoe got hella coke, she finna blow her nose galore
It was me and Siah in dat cut we tammat some "Oh Lord!"
Years go by, we over
I don't really play the games and shit, oh
I got a fucking life to live
I ain't no damn kid no more
Nigga crashed out 'bout a fucking bitch, caught that nigga cryin' on the floor
How you gon' say you woke? You sleep on me
Niggas be biddin' like Joe, bitch

fragged aht (meta)

all day

Karma

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osamason - sad story (prod. boolymon & marrgielaa)

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