A slight look into my life. This is an experimental track about the struggles of living a hard life and going through poverty.

LET IT EAT (SNIPPET)

STOP LEAKING MY SHIT .... PROD.F1LTHY .... ALBUM 2023

POLAND - LIL YACHTY(PROD. F1LTHY)

ASHES2ASHES otw

cover artist:
https://soundcloud.com/luxurypalms2009

producer:
https://soundcloud.com/jimboronie

I'm Up! [prod. Jemes]

Cover Artist: https://soundcloud.com/elianoman
Producer: https://soundcloud.com/sapjer
Feature: https://soundcloud.com/thelunacy

I just told an opp I had no chops while I was on the street
Then I shot him with the drac, deception, no Uncharted 3, aye
I got a drac obsession, I can’t stop with these
No I ain’t accepting your apologies
Greet my oppas with dishonesty
I’m too lucky, I’m too flawless, you can’t even bother me
Shoot them bullets, I ain’t dropping, just like Dishonored 3
Lil nigga, don’t dishonor me
Your bitch is finna swallow me
She finna lick up every drop
He like “905, you never drop”
So I shot him in the head with this .45, eleven shots
My brodie halftime in the head he off them pints of hella wock
Off the wock, he slow down
I’m like drop the wocky, slow down, hey
No reason to start talking to niggas, what they got to offer me?
We ain’t cool, no we ain’t gucci, unless you talkin double G
Not for you, bitch, I do this all for me
We heard you talking, we gon shoot, your family talking R.I.P.
I just turn on the beat, then I start preaching, I got the keys, bitch
I done said this shit is all for me
Talk to these niggas, got no reason
I just told an opp I had no chops while I was on the street
Then I shot him with the drac, deception, no Uncharted 3, aye
I got a drac obsession, I can’t stop with these
No, I ain’t accepting your apologies
Greet my oppas with dishonesty
I’m too lucky, I’m too flawless, you can’t even bother me
Shoot them bullets, I ain’t dropping, just like Dishonored 3
Lil nigga, don’t dishonor me
Your bitch is finna swallow me, she finna lick up every drop
Heard you-Heard you got an issue, show you what that glick do
Heard I-Heard I got some bands
Yeah, she show me what that neck do 
Shooters-Shooters on demand, we gon pull up on you presto 
Yeah, that nigga shit his pants when he seen me at his front door 
All you niggas is bitches, like switches, I'm turning you off 
Always talking that shit, I get it you wish you were me 
Fuck-Fuck boy, leave that pussy smoked, he in an ashtray 
Glocky got it popping like confetti on a birthday 
I’ll take your life 
You’re out of time
I just told an opp I had no chops while I was on the street
Then I shot him with the drac, deception, no Uncharted 3, aye
I got a drac obsession, I can’t stop with these
No, I ain’t accepting your apologies
Greet my oppas with dishonesty
I’m too lucky, I’m too flawless, you can’t even bother me
Shoot them bullets, I ain’t dropping, just like Dishonored 3
Lil nigga, don’t dishonor me
Your bitch is finna swallow me
She finna lick up every drop

UNCHARTED (feat. lunacy) [prod. Sapjer]

Cover Artist: https://soundcloud.com/elianoman
Producers: https://soundcloud.com/prodbyjackpott https://soundcloud.com/sapjer 
Feature: https://soundcloud.com/clevername9000

905
I just walked in there
Walked in there with tons of guns on me, nigga
Bitch, walked in with a tomi, tryna pop some niggas
I’m gon walk in tryna drop sumn, nigga
Why you talkin? I’m not tryna hear ya
Aye (What’s up?)
It’s the margiela man again
I feel like a margiela mannequin
(Don’t stop and stare)
I know it’s so hard, I-I’m so glamorous
(Bitch, I’m ballin, yeah)
Bout a hunnid thousand large
No time to have a fit, bitch
I’m bout to cash this check in
I’m just laughin to the bank, yeah
I used to get offended
Now it’s “man, fuck what you think,” yeah
(Here’s what I think)
All you niggas live like bums, all my niggas livin great
That lil boy ain’t shootin nun
Woulda thought he shootin blanks
How you come in with a gun but you scared to hit a stain?
These bullets hit him, bum bum bum
He might just get erased
(This glock hungry)
Tryna get him ate
Boy, don’t come outside, I’m in yo state
We got guns outside to hit yo face (Damn)
(Who they think they is?)
Lil nigga, you can’t play us (Man)
(What they talkin bout?)
Lil nigga, what you sayin?
We done told you we outside
We tryna hit you, get erased, damn
You see me outside
Shit, I’m just gon be like “hey”
It’s the margiela man again
I feel like a margiela mannequin
(Don’t stop and stare)
I know it’s so hard, I’m so glamorous
(Bitch, I’m ballin, yeah)
Bout a hunnid thousand large
No time to have a fit, bitch
I’m bout to cash this check in
I’m just laughin to the bank, yeah
I used to get offended
Now it’s “man, fuck what you think,” yeah
(Here’s what I think)
All you niggas live like bums, all my niggas livin great
(Ain’t that just great?)
We packin K’s
And if they play
I put a bullet to they brains
Aye okay, I’m gettin paid
I’m with my gang, we chasin money everyday
It ain’t no way I’m gon let somebody livin touch my chain
I had to let it spray, fuck it, put him in the grave
Damn, this shit get serious
I can’t be givin out names and locations (Hell nah)
I know you hate it, but baby, I’m famous
They know me all across the nation (Yeah)
I know they hatin, but fuck it, I made it
I’ll post all my watches to flex in they faces
My wallets blue faces, I fill up suitcases
These muhfuckas pissed cus they wasted
Muhfuckas want my spot, yeah
Better get yo thot, uh
Tryna act like you rich
Muhfucka, you is not
We hit the mall
We see something we want, we cop
You’d think I’m a muhfuckin margiela mannequin
Spend so much time in they shops, yeah
Me and my clique at the top, yeah
We run it up and can’t stop, woah
Just take a look at the watch
Muhfuckas see me on TV and watch
Bitch, I’m the muhfuckin GOAT, yeah
I’m finna act like I’m not
And I give a fuck about none of these thots
I’m runnin up to the guap, yeah (Thwip)
(What’s up?)
It’s the margiela man again
I feel like a margiela mannequin
(Don’t stop and stare)
I know it’s so hard, I-I’m so glamorous
(Bitch, I’m ballin, yeah)
Bout a hunnid thousand large
No time to have a fit, bitch
I’m bout to cash this check in
I’m just laughin to the bank, yeah
I used to get offended
Now it’s “man, fuck what you think,” yeah
(Here’s what I think)
All you niggas live like bums, all my niggas livin great

Margiela Mannequin (feat. WhoIsJordan) [prod. jackpott & Sapjer]

An emotional & peaceful artwork set to capture love in it's truest form.

Making real music has always been a passion and being able to turn emotions into audio that everyone can feel is my one true purpose in life

a lot has been put into this so I hope you can come to understand and relate to the words I put into reality

Meet me at the crossroads so I can confess myself unto you

Cover Artists: 
https://soundcloud.com/elianoman
https://soundcloud.com/okfijipurp

Producer: 
https://soundcloud.com/mowz1ted

Boy, I put you on, lotta niggas owe me sumn
Won’t give you nun, nigga, you ain’t loan me nun
Big 905, nigga, he the chosen one
And I know that, for I’m my mama only son
You ain’t got no bag, my nigga, go get one
I'ma pop some tags, boy, I can blow them funds
Why you talkin to me, lil nigga, watch me killeem
You best walk back, I just want you gone
Go on, make them assumptions
Whole day, I get paid, you get nothin
Grown man on a page steady fussin
It can’t be that fun
You just spend yo whole damn day pissed for what? (For what?)
You keep sayin the day is finna come (So what?)
Why you waitin, too lazy, get up (Lil bruh)
Damn, should chase that shit, bro, go runnin
If you don’t know me, just know I run it
Yuh, cops pulled up, we hidin
Mm, talk shit, I get violent
Yea, I ain’t give a fuck in a while
Now I just can’t give em nun, bitch (Noo)
Just came in, I’m stuntin (Woah)
I brought the gang to the function (Woah)
Fuck what they sayin, I can get sprayin
I bring the K into any occasion
Answer with *bang-bang* to any equation
It’s a bad day for them niggas who hatin
All red the Hellcat, they thought I was Satan
Yo dawg in that cell, but you talkin to 12
You thought all was well but they plottin as well
Loyalty not sumn we got in this world
I need some ice cream with chocolate swirl
Holon, let’s get back on topic, well-
Boy, I put you on, lotta niggas owe me sumn
Won’t give you nun, nigga, you ain’t loan me nun
Big 905, nigga, he the chosen one
And I know that, for I’m my mama only son
You ain’t got no bag, my nigga, go get one
I'ma pop some tags, boy, I can blow them funds
Why you talkin to me, lil nigga, watch me killeem
You best walk back, I just want you gone

CHOSEN ONE [prod. mowz]

Cover Artist: 
www.instagram.com/draza.art
www.behance.net/draza

Producers: 
https://www.youtube.com/@prodmista
https://soundcloud.com/mowz1ted

Got it on me (905)
Bitch, I got this shit on me it’s finna go brrr
Bitch, I got the money
Stack it up, count it, it’s finna go brrr
Nigga, shut the fuck up
What you talkin bout? Lil nigga, shh (Slide, slide)
Boy, stop it
Don’t even play that
All these fucking dollars
You never made that
How I’m sliding in the coupe, I’m gliding
All in the maybach
Your lil buddy pulled up but he gone now
Come get your payback, nigga
We gon count it, stack it up for generations (Yeah, alright)
In this case, it’s like a couple thousand for your information
While he talking down, we up, we getting paid
He should stop talking now
What he talking about, it don’t even make sense
Boy, pull up now, time going quick, I don’t got all day
They just want to be me
Asking how I do shit, I got my ways
I’ll be taking mine
Me, my gang, and I, we taking over, oh (That’s what I’m saying)
We’ll be taking off, we can’t take it slow, oh (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas fu, I keep it real, ain’t faking no more (Yeah, yeah)
Lil bitch, I make too much money
Bank gon overflow, woah (Yeah)
New whip got open doors
Damn, my nigga pop too much pills, he in comatose
I’m just praying to God that he will never overdose (Damn)
Bro, how you all in your feels over broke hoes (I’m saying)
My niggas all in the fields, fucking toting poles
Damn, my money tall, that shit feel like a totem pole
How lil bro ain’t know? (Slide, slide)
Boy, stop it (Stop it, you don’t want to play)
Don’t even play that
All these fucking dollars (All these dollars you ain’t never made)
You never made that
How I’m sliding in the coupe, I’m gliding (How I’m sliding in the coupe like everyday)
All in the maybach
Your lil buddy pulled up but he gone now
Come get your payback, nigga
We gon count it, stack it up for generations (Yeah, alright)
In this case, it’s like a couple thousand for your information
While he talking down, we up, we getting paid
He should stop talking now
What he talking about, it don’t even make sense

FYI [prod. mista & mowz]

safe010623

Prod. Anythingtypebeats
My part was mixed by @penisman369
Lyrics:

[Intro: Juan Ketchum & Lil Pony]
Bing-Bing

[Verse 1: Juan Ketchum]
Say it again 'cause I said it before
Stop talking smack, you not ready for war
I'm so fantastic, I don't need the four
Slept with your mom, now your parents divorced
Send 'em to hell 'cause the portal obsidian
Go to the bank to deposit a million
It is my job to endanger civilians
If you don't like it then move to vermillion city
I'm dropping in like if my name was Gibby
I'd fight a bear if it made me like Billy
Money corrupt like what happened to Pibby
Don't wanna die, there's no time to be picky
I got some pearls on her neck, lookin' pretty
No Martha Wayne, I'm at the top making chocolate rain
Seventeen bullets inside of yo brain, bang

[Chorus: Sxdboynoah]
Bing-Bing, bing-bang
She for the team, ayy, she eat the dick like a cheesecake
Bitch I'm a sad boy, triste, she got a gift like a bidet
Bitch I be winnin' just like it's a sweepstake
He hate 'cause of the money that we make
She take big dick 'cause I blessed her
Hop on a beat with my brother Juan Ketchum

[Verse 2: Sxdboynoah]
I'm finna hit a lil bitch from the back
Driving the whip while she ridin' my sack
I spend a milly, then I'ma get back
And I might have lung cancer 'cause I'm smokin' pack
She call me papi but I'm not her dad
Choppa on me with a scope and a mag
All of these ho's tryna ask for my snap
And I caught me a check, I'ma run it up fast, damn
Y'all is ass just like Sommar Ray
She wanna fuck today, I'm finna come again
Everything perfect on that lil bitch butter face
How can I complain? I'm in a trap pouring bubbly
I'm tryna fuck up on [?]
She be on the meat just like some cayenne pepper
I'm despicable me, boy, I feel like vector
Heard your boyfriend fine but I can get you wetter, so

[Chorus: Sxdboynoah]
Bing-Bing, bing-bang
She for the team, ayy, she eat the dick like a cheesecake
Bitch I'm a sad boy, triste, she got a gift like a bidet
Bitch I be winnin' just like it's a sweepstake
He hate 'cause of the money that we make
She take big dick 'cause I blessed her
Hop on a beat with my brother Juan Ketchum, ya dig

[Verse 3: Lil Pony]
Choppa on my hip, I call it a blaster
Run up on me, Ima cause a disaster
Run up on me, Ima make you run faster
Me and Juan go up, like it’s a ladder
Ate too much, my pockets getting fatter
Do this for real, no I’m not an actor
(No I’m not a) (No I’m not a)
You’re not ready for war
If you talking smack, you outta that door
Talking ‘bout bands, I got like 4
Dropping these songs, I’ma make more
And I got like 50,000 fans, I’ma get more
If you talking smack, I’ma put you to the floor 
(Bing-Bing)

[Outro: Lil Pony]
Bing-Bing 

Original Track:
https://soundcloud.com/juan-ketchum-596225371/bing-bing-feat-sxdboynoah-prod-anythingtypebeats

BiNG BiNG [REMIX] (Feat. Juan Ketchum & Noah Aldega)

Mixed by @thicc_nicc
produced by @8rokeboy
written by @elianoman

Homie [prod. 8rokeboy]

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