LEECH

BLINDS (Prod. ONEDOLLAMILLA)

How I just binned you all since you take my vibe do your own but watch the throne bitchy gayboys

Quantum dimension computer ending karma .m4a

Likethat (prod.miesen777) demo.

 Spoken Word Diary

The Sheik sat with his closest circle, not to judge, not to fix, but to lay the talking stages out on the table like scattered cards. We spoke about chemistry that felt electric yet confusing, about defeat that arrives quietly when intention and action never meet.

There’s a strange ache in being titled but treated like a temporary receipt. Like paying monthly for something you never truly own. A shallow pink slip disguised as affection. Presence without commitment. Access without care.

Monica and Jennie sat beside the poet, steady voices in the noise.
“Just block her,” they said softly.
“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

They reminded him to look instead at the woman who chooses him. The one who asks questions, who leans in, who wants to know the man beneath the words. Don’t wait for someone to wake up to your worth. Become who you were meant to be and let absence teach them what presence meant.

No follow-ups.
No long explanations.
No texts left on read.
Just leave.

That same night, Monica, Jennie, and Melissa FaceTimed the poet. Three souls on a glowing screen, staying up until 3 a.m., holding space, stitching quiet back together. The Sheik listened as they shared their own stories. Patterns of neglect. Half-love. Being chosen last.

Maybe their karmic whispers drifted into his own situation. Maybe the universe echoed too closely.

And then the ship changed course.
No warning.
No goodbye.
Just silence steering in the opposite direction.

This is not a breakup story.
It’s a recognition.
A lesson in walking away when confusion becomes the language.

1046

#LetThemGo
#ChooseYourself
#UnreciprocatedEnergy
#GrowthSeason

SITUATIONSHIPS (PROD. BENJI)

RAMIREZ - Untraceable (BASS BOOSTED)

Patron Saint Of Everything Totally Fucked

Barbie Doll feat. Oddy Nuff & Baby Girl Cino [Prod. by DJ Scrim]

Chillin laid back 
Got the plug on my line
Bout to re-up 
Need them drugs all the time
Watch me get higher I just float, don’t climb
Bitch gon give me brain 
Call it piece of mind
Chillin in the back 
All alone feeling fine
I just fucked a baddie then im back out on my grind
Time I move on get that money ‘fore I die
Stack them bands up build a mountain to the sky

Girl cried WXLFE yeah
I told her she gon get hooked yeah
She said she just wanna fuck yeah
YUNG Casanova wrote the book yeah (ooooo)
Gettin pussy on the weekdays
Spend my weekends up in outerspace
(yahh uh)
Cash a check just to throw away
Count the dead and then its andale  
And I'm so turned up
I don’t give one fuck
Always pressin' my luck
Cause you gotta take risks on the come up if you wanna get that pay cut

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WXLFE - CASANOVA [Prod. Chillaska]

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Tormented Prod. Abnrmxl

THATSAGOODSTART (SLOPPED NOT CHOPPED)

PRODUCTION 
@lunartalk
MIX
@maximilian_dangelo

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LYRICS

BEAMON MY DARK SIDE LYRICS 

IM A SAVAGE 3 HEADED PITBULL 
WATCH HOW YOU TALK TO ME 
MY SKIN IS MADE OF FUCKIN WOOL 
YOU THAT SHEEP MOTHERFUCKER 
IM THAT FUCKING WOLF 
YOU THAT TYPE OF BITCH BOY 
THAT PAY HER PHONE BILLS 
IM THAT TYPE OF YOUNG NIGGA
STACK MY BREAD NIGGA
CLOSET FULL OF BODIES 
STACKIN HEADS NIGGA
WHILE YOU TRICKIN ON THESE BITCHES 
BEAM TRICKIN BITCHES 

YOUNG HEAD SHOT 
YOUNG HEAD SHOT 
YOUNG HEAD SHOT 
YOUNG HEAD SHOT 
YOUNG HEAD SHOT 
YOUNG HEAD SHOT 
YOUNG HEAD SHOT 

IM A BRIGHT NIGGA
HP FILLED UP 

GET YA HEAD ROCKED 
GET YA HEAD ROCKED 
GET YA HEAD ROCKED 
GET YA HEAD ROCKED 
GET YA HEAD ROCKED 

PICTURE MY PAIN 
LIGHT SKIN NIGGA
SHARPER THAN A BLACK VASE 
MAX PAYNE FUCK THAT 
IM A BLACK BANE 
FUCK THAT FALL BACK 
BEFORE I ACT CRAZY 
EVER SINCE SHE LEFT
ALL I DO IS SMASH EVERYTHING 
FUCK THAT FALL BACK 
BEFORE THE MOTHERFUCKING GUN CLAP 
FUCK THAT BETTER RUN THAT NIGGA
IM A YOUNG BLACK NIGGA
LIGHT SKIN BUT I GO HARD
MIDWEST NIGGA ALL WE EVER DO IS GO HARD 
FUCK THAT NIGGA IM A MOTHERFUCKIN MOZART 
I COULD SHOW YA BITCH WHERE THE MOTHERFUCKIN GHOSTS ARE 

I LET MY DARK SIDE 
RISE THEN I RIP EVERYTHING 
I THROW A MILLION DOLLARS IN 
THE FUCKING SKY AND CRUSH THE WORLD 

IM TOO SURGICAL 
THESE BULLETS GOT THAT VINCE CARTER VERTICAL 
THEY CIRCLE ROUND YOUR BLOCK 
AND BURST IN YOU 
THAT LIL BITCH JUST TRIED TO PLAY ME 
BUT NAH I STILL REMEMBER 
IM FROM WHERE MY NIGGAS ROAM WITH TWO GLOCKS 
IN THEY POCKET 
LIKE THEY LARA CROFT 
NOW LET THAT DARK SIDE RISE NIGGA
I LET MY DARK SIDE RISE NIGGA

AND IM ANGELIC AS EVER
IM STILL IN HEAVEN 

STILL IN HEAVEN
HELL YEAH...


@THEBEAMON
THANKS FOR LISTENING

WAITING FOR WHAT

ERIK DOM

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