(lyrics)

i’m as,
raw as they come,
i spit it in tongues.
i keep the bangers on the stove,
and leave the oven for fun,
i rip the bass up with the track so you could see it get flung,
with my monkeys on some shit you just don’t get where i’m from.
it’s ivan.
i swear my flow be the hardest ever,
this for you weak bitches who think my flow just can’t get better,
with no vendettas,
see we don’t walk calmly never,
i keep it strapped,
without the scope,
pull out your umbrellas cause.
i could spray this shit with no effort,
paint your walls with blood,
and take a bath,
but fuck it low pressure,
that’s besides the point,
don’t fw me i thought you’d know better.
sleeping on the boy, 
i’m breaking necks,
i’m just a trendsetter.
sorry.
had to switch the flow,
i just been vibin out to carti,
fuck the playboi,
i got two bitches on my body.
switching different women,
i’m making foolish decisions,
i’m coming with all the wisdom,
no travesty in my pigment.

droppin it though.
pick up the pieces,
so you still believe me,
im slaughtering hoes.
pick up the phone,
better not send me to voicemail before i go touring on shows.
look at the flow,
i’m under influenced in what you’re doing,
too translucent.
switch up the flow like i’m starting a movement,
leave you behind,
now you’re left w confusion.
so let me dumb it down.
now all the people in the back,
watch me clap back
don’t get smacked up 
with a ruler
learn your lesson.
it’s ivan that you vibe to,
no one gives the same impression.
and yes i count my blessings.
like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
on my 8 mile shit, 
with bunny rabbit on floor,
and we reaching different heights but leave our heads all on the floor,
so stick w common sense,
and come in-side this worlds too cold.
leave the youth thinking,
why the fuck this man so cold?
i’m only 18,
& making hits all on my own so,
it might be best to protect your neck,
and realize who’s next, my flow too direct huh...

spend years at the crib,
so i don’t feel the pain no more,
i don’t feel the pain no more.
gotta get it how i live,
cause i don’t feel the pain no more,
i don’t feel the pain no more.

i just wanna make it big,
so my ma don’t have to cry no more,
ma won’t have to cry no more,
first is filling up the fridge, 
i’ve been here for a while so close,
i could feel it oh so close.

spend years at the crib,
so i don’t feel the pain no more,
i don’t feel the pain no more.
gotta get it how i live,
cause i don’t feel the pain no more,
i don’t feel the pain no more.

i just wanna make it big,
so ma don’t have to cry no more,
ma won’t have to cry no more,
first is filling up the fridge, 
i’ve been here for a while so close,
i could feel it oh so close.

444.

the unsent love letters of my adolescence // 
mediocre music made by me

444.

escape ivan