written by Glenn Saddler, Bias the Black, and Kebu Williams; featuring Alkebulan; produced by Euwei; additional production by Alkebulan and Kaedus; contains a sample of "Feel Me" by Lil Wayne

LYRICS:

CHORUS (2x):

What if I
Were to say something real
What if I
Were to say something real
Would you fucking feel me

Bias VERSE:

I’m strong off of that hate
Them niggas will tell you to wait
When you show up on time well then nigga you late
That’s cold shit what you rolling
Or that nose shit
When I was coming up they just smoked shit
And wasn’t nobody on that blow shit
That’s your shit, that’s your shit
You overdose that’s your ass fault
That’s Brockett road! That’s Brockett road!
That’s Brockett all on that ash fault 
They living a lie while they tell the truth
They serving the poor and they poison the youth
Why you do what they say when you know what to do
The fake nigga say freeze and don’t’ nobody move
They living a lie while they tell the truth
They serving the poor and they poison the youth
Why you do what they say when you know what to do
The fake nigga say freeze and don’t’ nobody move
If half gone win then half of y'all gone loose
That mean that half you niggas gotta be singing the blues

CHORUS (2x):

What if I
Were to say something real
What if I
Were to say something real
Would you fucking feel me

Alkebulan VERSE:

Alkebulan's a mastermind, so be mindful
Of a master, the ultimate drug
Women screaming, "and I know, I know"
For real, I hone ample skills
That'll give a bitch thrills
Give a woman chills
Niggas gone sleep, like I'm spitting 'bout pills
I'm a spit till I'm full i don't care how they fill/feel
Now don't get heated when I come through and your bitch gone
I'm a be the sixth member of Bone Thugs when I'm inside her hitting that hipbone
Now bitch gone
I can't see anything if the world on my shoulders
So I dust it off, your world is over
My minds quicker, so my lines sicker
My songs bigger, my albums realer
I love this art, I know my roots
Rich soul, the meanings thicker
Gil Scott, Langston Hughes, Nikki G, when I speak nigga

CHORUS (2x):

What if I
Were to say something real
What if I
Were to say something real
Would you fucking feel me

Glenn VERSE:

Now what if that fake shit don't move me
What am I supposed to do if i'm relying on this music
To get me through some shit man I am already abusing
These vices and I need something to vibe to
To ride to
To die to
To live for
Now something for me and my ken folk
You lying talking about info-mation
Fuck you and your weak ass fucking statement
I'm saying, you say shit then earn this fucking payment
I ain't trying to hate
But fuck it
I hate it all
I ain't trying to hate
But fuck it
I hate it all
I ain't trying to hate
But fuck that

Real feat. Alkebulan

Cost of Life

LYRICS -
[Verse:]
Clear skies, troubled minds...that's balance
I just want to get paid money for my talents
I just want to recognize the name on the ballot
I just want the fucking vote count to be valid
It's a battle though
And in the end
They gone tell them lies like the Alamo
Pondering purchasing a calico
Even though I'm for gun control
It's a crazy globe
Grandma used to say, "Heap see. Only few know."
You and I know
That's dinero
It ain't fair though
Been that way since Pharaohs
And sphinxes
Shh don't you jinx it
Don't even think it
Don't celebrate till after the banquet
'Less we blow it 'fore we blow up
Some niggas get shook, they don't even show up
I can sympathize but that ain't how I grew up
With white folks in red hats
Look just like the Ku Klux
I just need a few bucks and some distance
I ain't missing shit from skipping the convention
Ain't this the same thing that just gave us a Clinton
I just pray the sins I'm complicit are forgiven
Been opted out of the white fence and a pension
Fuck a tradition
One life and that whole thing is for living
One condition
Fuck a tradition
One chance and you better spend it living
Can't you tell?

CREDITS -
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

American Myth

LYRICS -
[Verse 1: Tomorrow Omari]
My inspirations became cliches
So I don't talk about 'em no more
Stash the cash in the car door
Man, we just trying to get the ball rolling
Glued to my phone cannot stop scrolling
Influencer, can you stop trolling
Get out my face if you act phony
Don't give a fuck if we past homies
She hit me up when she act lonely
Confusing signs now I think she want me
Post on the 'Gram now I feel like I'm taunted
Gutter thoughts got me feeling raunchy
It's all a lie what the camera taught me
Seen niggas die
Not sure if it haunts me
Did they lose their mind
Or am I who lost it
All this is free
But it's feeling costly

[Chorus: Glenn Saddler]
How much do the life cost?
How much do this hype cost?
Free to get your ass whooped
That's how much this fight cost
Trying to catch the drip
Too much to bite off
Once my mama's son set
I just might ride off
Look

[Verse 2: Glenn Saddler]
Even no targets I still keep it loaded
That creep like a ghost and they left that boy holy
Love mama too much
To let someone own me
It's close in the clutch...
You know what I'm doing
They monitor movements to know what I'm doing
I zig when you zag
Ain't no pursuing
Left ego behind 'fore it led me to ruin
Left ego behind 'fore it led me to ruin
I say some shit twice and you know it's a clue
Say it a third time you're probably a fool
Only three wishes and that's what you choose?
All of these bitches and that's who you choose?
Couldn't be me then again I don't lose
Couldn't be me then again I don't lose
It couldn't be me then again I don't lose
It couldn't be me then again...

[Chorus: Glenn Saddler]
How much do the life cost?
How much do the hype cost?
Free to get your ass whooped
That's how much this fight cost
Trying to catch the drip
Too much to bite off
Once my mama's son set
I just might ride off
Look

CREDITS -
written by Glenn Saddler and Omari Ingram
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

LYRICS -
[Verse 1:]
Experiences teach
But baby you've still got to trust in the lesson
Don't believe in digressing but...
Progressives keep fucking the message
It's fucking pathetic
Concerned with aesthetics
Flashing lights might turn out prophetic
Either posing for paparazzi
Or stretched out for paramedics
Was never accepted
Yeah, never two parents
Only one boy
But the one who could bear it
Made it out barely, but baby, who's counting?
Surely not me, I was the one who was doubting
Might speak up loud but I'll never shout it
Even if it's overcrowded
Real will hear me when I mouth it
This just some South shit
Aye

[Chorus:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Yeah, look, look
Whole crew or all alone
I'm repping for home
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Yeah, look
Whole crew or on my own

[Verse 2:]
Never doubted my intelligence
Nah
No matter what they telling me
Ah
Tried to hit me with a felony
Yah
'Cause I'm young, black and arrogant
Huh
Had mama in agony
Yah
'Cause I'm young, black and arrogant
Huh
She know what they do to me
Yah
'Cause I'm young, black and arrogant
Just wasn't hearing it
Still ain't hearing it
Bleed like a man than I still ain't fearing him
Sample my soul just know I'm not clearing it
Got the whole fucking scene delirious
'Cause money don't make me no slave
But fuckers gone still have to pay
Yeah, seems like y'all mostly forgot
But nah, I never forgave
Uh

[Chorus:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Yeah, look, look
Whole crew or all alone
I'm repping for home
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Repping for home
Yeah, look
Whole crew or on my own

CREDITS -
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

For Home

LYRICS -
[Verse 1:]
What am I supposed to do with this?
These niggas really don't give a shit
Sometimes you gotta play for the assist
Sometimes you gotta J on a bitch
Sometimes smoke hay for the stress
Wagon ride through the apple trees
We used to meet up at Applebee’s
With my mama’s money and my daddy’s dreams
My daddy’s looks and the devil’s smile
Crooked halo hang to the side
All I know is that my mama tried
All I know is that my mama cried
Tears be happy or is that a lie?
Now
Who do you rely..
On?
Just you and I
Phone broke up did you reply?
Nah, I didn’t think so
Yeah, that’s that folklore
Yeah, that’s that fake love
Lose me like Bermuda
Somewhere deep off in your memory banks
I earned it, you were born with it
Nigga, Hillary Banks
I mean c’mon

CREDITS -
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

Carlton

LYRICS -
[Verse 1:]
Hotline steady blinging
Tell my baby that’s just money singing
Money key to freedom
Anything else they just trying to cheat you
I ain’t here to teach you
But they acting like they’re in a feature
They don’t know the future any better than the text they’re preaching
And they reading same as you love
I’m just in it for the truth love
Ain’t much else to do love
Except you love
Except you

Aye, look

[Verse 2:]
Skies steady raining like Seattle, this Atlanta though
I could keep complaining about my life but it don’t matter though
You could keep bullshitting or treat it like a matador
Opportunity knocks? I'm Geoffrey Butler at the door
And open it same as if it’s you love
No comparison to true love
Didn’t think that I would do love
Until you love
Until you

CREDITS -
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

Truth Love

LYRICS -
[Intro: Glenn Saddler]
Look

[Chorus: Glenn Saddler & Tomorrow Omari]
I don't really know
How you really feel
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(Yeah)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
I guess that ain't part of the-
(I guess that ain't part of the-)
Ah
I don't really know
How you really feel
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(Yeah)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
I guess that ain't part of the-
(I guess that ain't part of the-)

[Verse 1: Glenn Saddler & Tomorrow Omari]
What did I sign for?
Wait
(For...wait)
What is that line for?
Wait
(For...wait)
What's on the other side...
(Side)
Of that white door?
Wait
(Door...wait)
Should I apologize?
No
(Apologize...no)
Water in your eyes
Why?
(Eyes...why?)
Another disguise
I
(Disguise)
Ain't fucking with the vibe
Ah

[Chorus: Glenn Saddler & Tomorrow Omari]
I don't really know
How I really feel
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the-
(I guess that ain't part of the-)
Ah
I don't really know
How I really feel
(How I really feel)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(I guess that ain't part of the deal)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(I guess that ain't part of the deal)
I guess that ain't part of the-
(I guess that ain't part of the-)
Ah

[Verse 2: Glenn Saddler & Tomorrow Omari]
What did you sign for?
Wait
(For...wait)
What is that line for?
Wait
(For...wait)
What's on the other side...
(Side)
Of that white door?
Wait
(Door...wait)
Should you apologize?
No
(Apologize...no)
Water in my eyes
Why?
Another disguise
You
Ain't fucking with the vibe
Ah

[Chorus: Glenn Saddler & Tomorrow Omari]
I don't really know
How you really feel
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
I guess that ain't part of the deal
I guess that ain't part of the-
Ah
I don't really know
How you really feel
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
(Damn)
I guess that ain't part of the deal
I guess that ain't part of the-
(I guess that ain't part of the-)
Ah

[Outro: Tomorrow Omari]
I guess that ain't part of the-

CREDITS - 
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

Part of the Deal

LYRICS -
[Verse 1: Tomorrow Omari]
Stay trying to alter our cells
That's how the vision gets clogged up
This is heaven or hell
Just depends on how you're brought up
You talk about the hoes
But nigga you got a daughter
Leading your sheep to slaughter
Bringing defeat to barter
Free thinking is all the craze
But everyone trying to follow
A large amount of bodies
No heads like sleepy hollow
Feel the spirits inside me
No cappin'
Just like a bottle
Life is only what you make it
That's the hardest pill to swallow
Aye

[Chorus: Tomorrow Omari]
Life is only what you make it
That's the hardest pill to swallow
Aye

[Verse 2: Glenn Saddler]
Self medicate I don’t trust these doctors
Have you pussy popping for the pills you’re popping
Rappers, actors they’re all impostors
Seen it all I don’t trust the optics
Read it twice then declined the offer
They call me stubborn ‘cause she raised me proper
So be it, I don’t beg for pardon
Don’t ask for freedom
Go to war for it
I live for it
So I’ll die for it
I’ll stand with you
Won’t lie for you
Can’t help you then I’ll cry for you
But all I got is this bye for you
Waving like I’m Pensacola
Not a cold shoulder
That’s just how it is
Life's just what you make it and come to find that’s the biggest pill
Aye

[Chorus: Glenn Saddler]
Life's just what you make it
Life's just what you make

CREDITS -
written by Omari Ingram and Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

Prescription

LYRICS -
[Intro:]
I can remember
Yeah, I can remember
Yeah, I can remember
Yeah, I can remember the days
I can remember
Yeah, I can remember
Yeah, I can remember
Yeah, I can remember the days
I can remember
Yeah, I can remember
Yeah, I can remember

[Verse:]
Yeah, I can remember the days
Polos in the trap house
SB Dunks on them dirt roads
I don't know what I'm here for
But I can remember the days
Had your girl in the backseat
Had your girl in my videos
And I don't need no videos
'Cause I can remember the days
All of us in one whip
All of us talking wild shit
But none of us could pay rent
Yeah, I can remember the days
When you came to me broken up
Mama told you to buckle up
And you still went and flipped the truck
Boy, I can remember the days
'Fore you went and took it with you
When you (were) here, not just a picture
And I could still come kick it with you
Thank God I remember the days
Yeah, I can remember the days
Yeah, I can remember
Yeah, I can remember

CREDITS -
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by Tomorrow Omari

I Can Remember

Volumes of Life feat. Plewto Smith (prod. Tomorrow Omari)

we make music

- Bias laRose

- Glenn Saddler

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Real feat. Alkebulan

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