GLOCKY/556 REMIX (Prod by: NBTALENTED)

Some Of My!

Still Can't Rent! (prod. Xogetz, Bbbuffs)

Lyrics:

Yeah, and I ain't gon' lie, hate the way that I'm feeling.
But I know that you don't give a damn lil bitch.
So fuck it, I go for straight vibes in this hoe.
I'mma rock out like I'm at my last lil bitch.
She know that I talk with a lisp but she knowin' my words.
But still I'm like, "How could you say that you love me when you never show no concern?"
Yeah.

Niggas come up to me askin', "EJ you good?"
I can't tell you how I really feel.
Shoutout Sherrionn nigga whatever I send.
She always be keepin' it real.
Same for Mahogany and NB we too Talented.
Nigga know straight what's the deal.
But still I be solo making my music.
I got Truth in the building.
She be lying and twisting my words.
She too confusing.
Got another man tryna' takeover my spot.
(Said "I ain't here for choosing")
And if he was there from the start and it's that easy.
He can have you won't trip bout losing.
Hit a different bitch right from the back in private.
So niggas wont be looking yeah.

And I ain't gon' lie, hate the way that I'm feeling.
But I know that you don't give a damn lil bitch.
So fuck it, I go for straight vibes in this hoe.
I'mma rock out like I'm at my last lil bitch.
She know that I talk with a lisp but she knowin' my words.
But still I'm like, "How could you say that you love me when you never show no concern?"
Yeah.

(Huh, heh.)
(You never show no concern.)
(Baby like you never show no concern.)
(Baby like you never show no concern.)
(Yeah what, you claim that you love me?)
(You lyin', lil baby you lyin'.)
(Lil shawty you lyin' you lyin'.)
(Lil baby you lyin'.)
(Lil baby you lyin' you lyin' you lyin' you lyin' you lyin'.)

TALK WIT A LISP. (PROD. DCM VENXM)

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
I can see the Light-
But I’m still Dying inside when you talk to me.
Pray the lord my soul you’ll keep.
Everything I sowed, I reap.
Foreign hoes massaging me-
Monogamy; That’s obsolete. 
Said I’m not yo type but put a fight up when I try to leave.
They believe misogyny is my whole ideology.
You might be right but at the same time you might be wrong too.
Spring Break, a novelty.
I’ll spring and break her, honestly.
Break the Springs, she fall asleep.
Edge of the bed, I’m pondering.
My last name is King-
But I’m the furthest thing from Royal Highness.
Both my parents, still misguided.
Momma said to kill with kindness.
I’d much rather kill with violence.
Not afraid to break the silence.
Lost my mind, don’t try to find it.
I’d much rather kill myself.
Fully loaded handgun, put that on Patricia Grandson.
Put that on my pops, nigga.
Run up on me get popped, nigga.
Flooded my neck with the rocks, I was out on the block.
We was getting it hot, nigga.
Making beats and swiping cards.
I evened the odds, ain’t no getting caught, nigga.

Bad lil vibe, she Jaded.
She turned on me like Crane-
But I ain’t Kyle.
I threw my heart in the Pit.
She keep taking them Pics, she wanna go Viral.
Ultraviolent in my actions, Ultraviolet, Only Sun.
Too Volatile.
Different posts and Different captions-
I can tell that she capping.
Faking the smile.

Born in 06-
Trap like a 80s baby.
I love the pain, it made me.
She say she love me-
I’m finna make her hate me.
Born in 06-
Trap like a 80s baby.
I love the pain, it made me.
She say she love me-
I’m finna make her hate me.

I could see her filled with rage-
Yet I couldn’t see her face.
If her life was a book, I believe I’m a page.
If I left it up to her, I’d be the one she set ablaze.
She was right and I was wrong-
Showed my true colors, can’t erase.
When I die, she’ll throw a party.
A parade atop my grave.
So many thots I had lined up, all ready to misbehave.
And I thought that she was one, but she was smarter than I was. 
If I could do it all again, I would.
There’s no need to discuss.
I go back and read our messages-
Even I feel her disgust.
My intentions out the window, overcome by all my lust.
Curse my sins right down to hell, I’d prolly damn myself to end.
Like the leaves that Fall in Autumn, she’s gone within the wind.
I guard myself, I guard my heart.
I don’t know who is foe or friend.
Deplete my options, cut my chest and throw it right out in the bin.
Compact the trash that you bear witness as I speak upon my sin.
And as you listen-
Lie to me and say my work will help me win.
Holding 9s at the age of 5, I put that gun right to my chin. 
I should’ve did it-
Lord’s my witness.
…Maybe he’s the one that stopped me.
Maybe he’s the reason I made beats for clones to try and copy.
Maybe he’s the reason all those kids at school would choose to mock me.
Maybe he’s the reason I blacked out with their blood on my body.
I don’t do no vibing-
When I’m violent, I get cocky.
I’m the only seed that’s left to carry on my family’s lineage.
1 of 14, all the rest are gone.
They’re the ones that were attempted.
Turned 11, got suspended. 
One brother, in attendance.
I still love him to this day, I hope he never forgets it.
I still wonder-
Was he scared at times?
One part I didn’t mention.
Was he only around for pity or was he equally as twisted-
As myself.
Grab the belt and tie it right around my neck.
Let the rhinestones grind on my bones, let me finally be at rest.
This is more to me than music, life is more than just a test.
And she more to me than sex-
But she know I do her the best, nigga.

Young Honest Bastard. [PROD. MEEJ.]

Do Me Like That

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(LYRICS.)
I got Pipe Dreams.
And I’m tryna pipe her-
In my black tee.
Ra-Ra.
Niggas talking reckless when they @ me.
Ha-Ha.
Laughing to the bank, I’m money stacking.
Off blocks.
I just run a check up like a track meet.

I be that lil bitty nigga that be rocking LV while shopping at Gucci.
VVS stones on my neck on the deck with yo hoe, we still inna Jacuzzi.
Ain’t in the field but I’m catching if she wanna think about throwing me coochie.
Michael Jackson;
I can Thrill Her.
I beat it-
But know I ain’t talking bout movies.


I got Pipe Dreams.
And I’m tryna pipe her-
In my black tee.
Ra-Ra.
Niggas talking reckless when they @ me.
Ha-Ha.
Laughing to the bank, I’m money stacking.
Off blocks.
I just run a check up like a track meet.

Yeah.
You know we got choppas.
Know we got sticks.
We running 4 deep.
We finna send a blitz.
That nigga too sweet-
A cracker, like Ritz.
This not AR.
This a switch.
Date with death.
Give a kiss.
Never lack.
Ion miss.
Count the racks while I’m taking a piss.

Yeah.
You know we got choppas.
Know we got sticks.
We running 4 deep.
We finna send a blitz.
That nigga too sweet-
A cracker, like Ritz.
This not AR.
This a switch.
Date with death.
Give a kiss.
Never lack.
Ion miss.
Count the racks while I’m taking a-