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BLESS YA! (Prod. 1konce_)

ION_GET_JEALOUS

Dont Kill Me

written, recorded and mixed by rius
produced by von cook & tcproducedit

FOLLOWER (prod. von cook & tcproducedit)

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written, recorded & mixed by rius
produced by von cook

LYRICS :

Your bitch wanna walk with me
These hoes tryna tell me what I need to do
But I'm blockin' em out
Don't talk to me
Homie keep runnin' his mouth like he bulletproof
Bro'd be a fool if he walk to me
Fully unload a whole motherfuckin' stick
On this pussy-ass bitch like I chopped a tree
Or maybe I'm Socrates

The way that I'm writin' these lyrics
Could damn near be called a philosophy
I swear to God, I do not fear no man
Not even God can tell me to stop this shit
I gotta keep it a buck with you
I don't give a single fuck if you want this shit
I'm really doin' my thing
While you sittin' and wonderin
Why you ain't got it yet

I be fly as hell
Pull up in a private jet
My problem with you is you ain't got no Prada yet
What you flauntin' about a cheque?

I'm so fuckin' cold, I could freeze a whole continent
I'm feelin' so confident
Man, I could take out the whole motherfuckin' parliament
I know what I started
And I'm determined to finish this shit

None of my clothes even fit in this shit
Got a new lil' hoe
She be my fit, lil' bitch
And I'm tryna show y'all
That I'm meant for this shit
But I don't think you wanna know what that shit meant
I had a feeling
A pit in my stomach
This music shit all that I ever had for me
I'm tryna make out for my fam and my brothers
I'm tryna make out for my fam and my brothers

Your bitch wanna walk with me
These hoes tryna tell me what I need to do
But I'm blockin' em out
Don't talk to me
Homie keep runnin' his mouth like he bulletproof
Bro'd be a fool if he walk to me
Fully unload a whole motherfuckin' stick
On this pussy-ass bitch like I chopped a tree
Or maybe I'm Socrates

The way that I'm fightin' these demons
Could damn near say that I'm a god myself
The way I've been playin' around with the concept of God
Got you thinkin "Oh God, the hell?"
I've been alone since a jit
Had a whole lotta homies who only cared about themselves
And when I looked up in the sky
Only fuckin' reply that I got was to doubt myself

And now I'm too proud of myself
Walkin' around
I got pride on my belt
Talkin' a lot
Got a whole lot to speak
But I don't know what the fuck to talk about
I don't wanna talk it out
If we got beef
I'ma walk you out
I'm too invested in this
To even think about you
Only thinkin' bout songs and how to

Rake a couple bands
Take a couple stands
Make a couple fans crazy
I don't give a fuck about the way you spend your bands
It's about the way you make em

I'll be chillin' in a lamb
Fill a triple gram
And triple that shit on the way
Into my million dollar mansion
I be manifestin' everything I ever make

He gon' need some Helly Hansen
Why the hell he dancin' in the rain?
Tryna be all romantic for a hoe
Man, he don't even know
What the fuck to say

I went to hell and back
And got attached to the devil
It drove me to be a saint
And now I'm a whole different kind of man
I still got some roads that I need to pave
And a couple bridges I still gotta burn

Your bitch wanna walk with me
These hoes tryna tell me what I need to do
But I'm blockin' them out
Don't talk to me
Homie keep runnin' his mouth like he bulletproof
Bro'd be a fool if he walked to me
Fully unload a whole motherfuckin' stick
On this pussy ass bitch like I chopped a tree

Or maybe I'm Socrates
Or maybe I'm Socrates
Or maybe I'm Socrates

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