This is a vibe, nice to relax to and knock

Hypnotized

Storm

Produced by Snodayy
Vocals by Snodayy
Mixed and Mastered by Snodayy

Lyrics
Lotta peeps told me stay in school,
Fake Jiggas look at what you fucking made me do,
balling harder if I was them I would hate me too.
spreading culture every spot that i came in through.

Flaming stus, came for for the fame its cool
dames wanna gimme brain wasnt chain induced. 
strapped like we tryna stage a coup,
my dreames came true no de ja vu.
  
Rolling some weed up the snow just might spoil her, 
yall haters flankton, and I got the formula,
need dre to repatch the track way I tore it up,
I orchestrate, fuck a hoe you aint scoring none

I think these fuckers low down wanna be me,  
make fire come out my mouth no Houdini 
buying VSTs, while they want some new tv's 
you visit the trenches dog I grew up in it

drug dealing in a suburban, 
Killing every beat Im showing no mercy 
made some singers quit the game cold turkey 
 rappers hear me now they soul seraching

driving a beemer, playing some more Akon i aint fucking around, 
couldt speak english, cuz i came from South K, but dem european girls loving me now. 

years took up plannin, but it was worthwhile cuz im popping off lately, 
she play guitars, and im busy making the fucking floor shake like it's 2010 haiti. 
Im going pro,  screw what you thought im chilling popping benzos and copping Mercedes,
I am a dog, I don’t chase hoes, and my paper acidic, my flow never basic. 

Rolling up joints while im playing some Carters, 
Cowardly hoes ganging aint what im part of. 
Addressing the issue that my life had brought up, 
They are hard jiggas so I just went harder.

Don’t compliment me I might be offended, 
Aint on a fence about copping some Fendi,
I don’t act thug,  come from old money plenty
But if my fam starving im squeezing the semi.

Flankton (produced by Snodayy)

MOON

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[1]_toxic_bitchs

My Love Song (Prod. JunhBeatz)

‘Who’s To Know’ is like if 2011 Tyler, the Creator and a 1980s Sci-Fi Film had a baby, and it knew too much for it’s own good. (FAR too much...)

LYRICS:
Sometimes you gotta
Take shape to find the message that’s hidden,
Your worst traits will manifest in your children,
I was skippin’ class way before they taught me division,
And I ain’t talkin’ math but the way that we livin’.
No sins forgiven
Repentance don’t mitigate the outcome,
And nobody can litigate without funds,
This is kangaroo, what them anchors do,
They threw us all in a kettle and now the anger brews.
Y’all been sleeping in,
When the existential dread comes creeping in,
So I don’t blame you, I felt it too,
I took the heat and I turned it into gold like a smelter do.
But what’s it all worth,
When one day a giant swallows up earth?
Where we headed? The great attractor.
Am I genius or the world’s greatest actor?
Who’s to know. 

You said your prayers and went to sleep, right?
Becoming who they want you to be.
We place chains on our feet just so we can feel at peace, right?
Is there another way it can be?
Who’s to know.
What is the apogee of time?
Who’s to know.
If your reality is mine?
Who’s to know.
What’s at the bottom of black holes?
I might take a trip and then follow it back home. 

Welcome to my bizarre mind,
I’ve got the Courage of a Cowardly Dog near The Far Side, yeah,
Spaghetti monster that’s my archetype, 
Like it was written through the vision of a sharks eye.
You form lines like rigatoni,
Just to buy a new slate for your testimony,
There’s no hate, just perspective homie,
We should all take a look around.
Because these damn Pinkertons all crooks and clowns,
But you can still hop with a foot in your mouth,
That’s loyalty, a pedestal for your royalty,
And so it goes till we’re all eatin’ Soylent Green.
But who do I kid?
The man’s got you by the throat you probably like it.
Guess every villain needs a sidekick,
How could we ever be united?
Who’s to know. 

You said your prayers and went to sleep, right?
Becoming who they want you to be.
We place chains on our feet just so we can feel at peace, right?
Is there another way it can be?
Who’s to know.
What is the apogee of time?
Who’s to know.
If your reality is mine?
Who’s to know.
What’s at the bottom of black holes?
I might take a trip and then follow it back home. 
Who’s to know.

Who's To Know

So so cold

Amena

From the west coast to the south side no one does it like you x

Southside Girl (prod. Stoic)

4:11

Hater's Call

Hater's Call Ft. Ann-Marie

👽Artista y Productor de Veracruz, Ver🌅
Me gusta mucho el rap pero lo que amo es la música y trato de explorar diferentes géneros y crear una vibra, muchas raíces de rock alternativo/punk/pop/r&b/reggaeton/rap/house y mucho más. 🍄❤️🌿🎵

So so cold

Zen Pyrex

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