All of my "placements". 

(Arranged from oldest to newest beat.)

PRODUCED BY MEEJ.

Every Track Written, Recorded, Mixed & Mastered Entirely By MEEJ.
Executively Produced by MEEJ.

The Death Of The Only Son. [Chapter 1: Predictability.]

UZIL.

Every track produced, written, recorded, mixed & mastered entirely by MEEJ.

To No Avail. | Fenix.

A Bastard's Diary.

Rebellion

Rebellion [Prod. MEEJ.]

Jacuzzi. [PROD. MEEJ.]

SURF - PRESSURE ON ME. [PROD. MEEJ X XOE]

MEEJ X SCVRS - HIT LOUD.

MEEJ X XOE - SENATE.

MEEJ - BUFFED UP.

(LYRICS.)
Glock too hot.
I gotta blow it like Tea.
That Fye on me like Boba.
Swerve off the lot.
I do not care bout a cost.
Got green on me like Yoda.
Pass me the rock.
I’m finna score up the pot.
In the kitchen, 300 like Sosa.
She let me rot.
I did it all by myself, Ion need any help.
Keep the closure.


One to the head.
Worth more to her when I’m dead.
Lead.
I’ve been writing my wrongs for way too long.
Still stuck in my head.
I’m on a mission, I’ve burnt all my bridges.
I did it to get to the bread.
They never listen, they don’t see my vision.
They pushing me close to the edge.

Trap out FL, I Go Crazy.
Clips like Camera, Film In HD.
Now I changed up, You can’t save me.
35 clip, shoot like KD.

I move humble.
But you best believe my chains ain’t ever tucked.
Where there’s fire, just know that mean smoke.
That’s sum’ I’ll never duck.
I’m outside.
I’m on the block right now, better call yo set up.
I’m top 5.
That’s at the very least, I know I’m next up.

Foenem biting my style since 15, they still hating on me.
Foenem biting my style since 15, you can’t-

Foenem biting my style since 15, they still hating on me.
Foenem biting my style since 15, you can’t take it from me.

Trap out FL, I Go Crazy.
Clips like Camera, Film In HD.
Now I changed up, You can’t save me.
35 clip, shoot like KD.

One to the head.
Worth more to her when I’m dead.
Lead.
I’ve been writing my wrongs for way too long.
Still stuck in my head.
I’m on a mission, I’ve burnt all my bridges.
I did it to get to the bread.
They never listen, they don’t see my vision.
They pushing me close to the edge.

Worth More Dead. [PROD. MEEJ. X JAYREWIND]

(LYRICS.)
Hopped off the porch, had to dive in the trenches.
I swim in my pain to the riches like Phelps.
Glock 45 and it came with extensions.
They stand at attention.
Address clientele. 
Living to die so I maintain my mission.
I cover my face so they can’t even tell.
Can’t even tell that I’m going through hell.
Or maybe they can and they want me to fail.

Nigga I ain’t saying nun.
Imma just suffer in silence, that’s what I should do.
How I got nothing to gain?
How I got nothing to gain but everything to lose?
And I’m gon still take the blame.
I love the pain and the shame cuz they’re things that I use.
You’ll look at me like I changed.
I’ve always been this insane.
This life I ain’t choose.

This life I ain’t choose.
Pull up and hop out the coupe.
I got blood on the top of my shoes.
Not with the vibing, I’m tryna get violent.
I’ll sit in the club while I’m itching to shoot.
Niggas been sleeping on me, they been sleeping on me.
Better get up, quit hitting the snooze.
“Why you keep lying on me?”
She be lying on me.
And be still scared to tell me the truth.

I used to skip out on meals.
Ain’t popping pills.
Ain’t cracking seals.
But I’m still feeling numb.
Turn on me like a wheel.
I made a deal.
I have my fun when I’m dying.
I’m lying to God for the thrill.
“You need to chill.”
Hope that he kill.
I almost killed myself ten years ago.
I still hate that I feel.
Broken my will.
I keep it realer than realer than real.

Shawty keep asking me why I’m so angry.
Little does she know that I’m the main reason.
I hate the way that she loves me.
I’ll just make her hate me the same for as long as I’m breathing.
I say that same exact thing every song that I write.
It’s okay because no one else listens.
But it’s not cute anymore, it’s upsetting a few.
But atleast I’m still killing my demons.

2011 on Terrell, my blood kept on leaking.
I still hate myself for the screaming.
I was like 5 years old, playing Tick Tack Toe on my wrist.
That’s why I’m not squeamish. 
H20 in my Cup, I ain’t sipping on Mud.
Ion need no Drugs when I’m Leaning.
Sipping in-
Sitting in silence alone made me way too Delirious.
Now I’m a heathen.

LV on my belt.
I’ll lead myself to my death, ion need no help.
Ion even got no chest but I’ll get what I need to get off it so I can prevail.
I aint even have no check.
Just beats and a dream now it’s always: “CashApp or Zell?”
Green in my pocket, it look like Kale.
Green in my pocket, it look like Cell.

Green in my pocket, I’m feeling like Broly.
Shoot off the Spur like Ginobili. 
I’ll turn a 2 to a 4 liKe I’m Golden.
She fell in love with the old me.
I’ll turn a 2 to a 4 like I’m Kobe.
She wanna touch on my Moby.
Ion got time, can’t put trust in a hoe.
I gotta know where I’m going.

I gotta maintain, look at my chain swang.
I do not gang bang.
But I’ll get up wit ya.
I been on the same thang.
Choppa like Liu Kang.
Run him down, Usain.
Need like 8 figures.
Need like 8 figures.
8 shooters, 8 hitters.
Aim at ya, Aint wit ya.
Pop at him.
Pop filter.
Pop him.
Pop him.
Painkiller.

I was 14 when I ran up a rack.
I was 15 when I ran up me a ten.
Lord up above, please shine on me.
I been living too fast in this life full of sin.
Living too fast in this life full of sin.
Game locked me out, imma kick the door in.
Now I’m 18 still putting in work and I ain’t finna stop till I run up a M.
You ain’t really been in the Field like me.
Keep capping.
You run up on me, get killed.
I’m really out of my mind, but I’m guided by Christ.
All the blood that he and I spilled.
Feel like I’m Optimus Prime with this Cannon on me.
But it’s Fusion like I’m finna Kneel.
Fusion on me made me feel like I’m D-16.
Outta Kaon, that’s where I was built.

KAON. | (NBE-1.\D-16.) [PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB X BL7CKMAN]

(LYRICS.)
Run up a check, I got stamina.
Not a rookie, A Vet.
You an Amateur.
Air the Scene.
I got Clips like a Camera.
I been begging to die.
It enamors her.
Momma still asking me if I’ve done enough.
And I’m too weak to speak up and answer her.
Had the girl of my dreams but I let it up.
Took me back but I know I still damaged her.

Niggas hate but they stealing my style.
Guess they loving the way that I sound.
Stay ten toes down to the ground.
Give a middle finger with a smile.
Beat the odds they be looking like:
“How?”
Give me love.
I’ll receive with a frown.
I’m invisible, blend with the crowd.
I don’t wanna be seen, just found.

Shawty you get on my nerves.
I hate the questions you ask, you still never learn.
Even if I had the fame.
You’d prolly still play the game: 
It’s just my turn.
I find it funny that I found God through death.
Instead of it being at church.
That’s the first place I remember that I found the devil.
White dress, long hair, with the purse.

I must confess.
I’ve never been good with words.
I’m only good with the thoughts.
Nevertheless.
I pick a beat and I merge-
Together the two when it knocks.
I keep a Tek.
I’m switching lanes, miss a curb.
When I whip it, I swerve off the lot.
Ran up a check.
Don’t ask me, just know it’s a lot.
It ain’t rented, just know that it’s bought.

Run up a check, I got stamina.
Not a rookie, A Vet.
You an Amateur.
Air the Scene.
I got Clips like a Camera.
I been begging to die.
It enamors her.
Momma still asking me if I’ve done enough.
And I’m too weak to speak up and answer her.
Had the girl of my dreams but I let it up.
Took me back but I know I still damaged her.

Niggas hate but they stealing my style.
Guess they loving the way that I sound.
Stay ten toes down to the ground.
Give a middle finger with a smile.
Beat the odds they be looking like:
“How?”
Give me love.
I’ll receive with a frown.
I’m invisible, blend with the crowd.
I don’t wanna be seen, just found.

FOUND, NOT SEEN. | (BEGGING TO DIE.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

MEEJ. - GEARS KEEP TURNING. (0:00-2:01)
MEEJ. X GLOKEYYYY - YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME. (2:02-3:16)
MEEJ. X 116 X N1SH - MY DEATH. (3:17-4:48)
MEEJ. - HAMMER OF DAWN. (4:49-6:11)
MEEJ. X JAYREWIND - THERON ELITES. (6:12-7:15)
MEEJ. X JVCXB - BAIRD'S THEORY. (7:16-8:26)
MEEJ. X JAYREWIND - THE HORDE. (8:27-9:55)
MEEJ. X JVCXB - HANOVER'S SON. (9:56-11:36)
MEEJ. X GLOKEYYYY - KILLTEC. (11:37-12:26)
MEEJ. X GLOKEYYYY - ONYX GUARDS. (12:27-13:35)
MEEJ. X JAYREWIND - CLAYTON. (13:36-14:58)
MEEJ. X JAYREWIND - THE STRANDED. (14:59-16:19)

SUFFER CLIPS.

[PROD. MEEJ. X VVDSOUND]

(LYRICS.)
You can’t Run from me.
My cousin Passing off work through the Screen.
We Pop him, No Bubble.
That’s fun to me.
Clutching my Heat, Two chains on Froze.
I ain’t doing no Tucking, can’t Fumble me.
Can’t go to sleep, I been seeing a ghost.
I’ve been seeing my sister, she haunting me.
12 Years Old, I was talking to Satan-
Asking what else he could offer me.
Stupid lil hoe, get up off of me.
Came up from poverty-
Young hood nigga from the Northside-
Better than everyone.
No “Probably”.
Said he gon rob me-
Stupid nigga said he gon rob me.
Boy come try me, Boy come pop me.
Boy come pop me.

Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot-
Posted with that beam, that red dot.
Headshot.
Nigga don’t test me.
Boy, I’ll air it out.
Kicking doors in-
Foenem with me, I swear we clear it out.
Imma go in-
Till they take my life.
Come take me out.

Niggas be birds, Archimedes.
I’ll get you lit for a freebie.
Thotty on me and she freaky.
I don’t believe that she need me.
Water on me like it’s Fiji.
In the light, look like Graffiti.
23 rounds in my clip.
Imma Let It Rip.
Shoot like Shinobi.

Lower your eyes to an enemy-
Get killed broad day.
I know some niggas that Envy me.
Niggas that Envy me-
Feel like Charlemagne. 
Ready for War, keep that Hammer on me.
Keep that Hammer on me-
Like 40k.
I got some hoes and they ready for me.
And they ready for me-
Tryna fornicate.

Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot.
We gon headshot, headshot.
Red dot-
Posted with that beam, that red dot.
Headshot.
Nigga don’t test me.
Boy, I’ll air it out.
Kicking doors in-
Foenem with me, I swear we clear it out.
Imma go in-
Till they take my life.
Come take me out.

THE WEAKNESS OF MY FLESH. | (HEADSHOT.) [PROD. MEEJ. X VVDSOUND]

DEATH AS A GIFT.

MEEJ. - MY DESPAIR. (0:00-2:47)
MEEJ. - A DEATH FIT FOR A HERO. (2:48-6:15)
MEEJ. - I AM LEGEND. (6:16-7:44)
MEEJ. - JOHN CONNOR. (7:45-9:07)
MEEJ. - HIDDEN DRAGON. (9:08-10:04)
MEEJ. - THE DEAD WILL WALK. (10:05-12:05)
MEEJ. - I LIED TO ME. (12:06-15:03)
MEEJ. - ADRENALINE. (15:04-16:23)
MEEJ. - RETURN TO CITY CENTRE. (16:24-18:18)
MEEJ. - THE BOY WITH ALL THE ANGER. (18:19-20:19)
MEEJ. - THE PESTILENCE. (20:20-22:30)
MEEJ. - MIND AT WAR. (22:31-27:28)

LOVE CLIPS.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
Feel like I got Shrapnel in my heart, nigga.
Tony.
Why you looking at me Stark, nigga.
Phony.
Recording in the dark, nigga.
Lowkey (Loki).
Ending at the start, nigga.
Lonely.
Maybe I can save them from me.

...Or Maybe I can save me from myself.

So much has happened.
So much changed.
Got new friends-
And old pain.
Got old pain-
And more gain.
Niggas tried to box me in but they can’t.
Young nigga-
Put that on both chains.

But I’m only getting older.

And time won’t wait for an old man.

..Or a young one.

Momma, I’m sorry about the work study.
I was too busy chasing after a [] buddy.
If you hear this, I promise I’ll make you proud.
I’m sorry I made you frown, I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.
Even if you say I was, I still think I wasn’t.
Ain’t even just “wasn't”.
I still think I’m not.
(I was thinking of you, everyday.)
(On that block.)

Now my Destiny Awaits-
I put that on my pops.

Put that on my pops, nigga.
Yeah.
(Put that on my pops, nigga.)
(Yeah.)

Destiny Awaits.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
Nigga better check your tone when you approach me.
I’ve been off the map-
Blowing bags and getting blown.
Blowing her back.
I’m on campus wit it.
Coulda been back on the block.
But I’m in class.
And I been itching to spazz.
And I been itching to flash-
Flash out.
Crash out.

Wait till a young nigga go.
Show what the cash bout.
All white diamonds-
I can’t rock no gold.
Not even one ounce.
19-
Hop out the AMG wit a G19.
I’m mad now.
Matter fact I been mad since like 8.
Play with me nigga-
Get lagged out.

Off the Wall like Jack Cooper-
10 bands on me like Cooper Kupp.
Bills on me like Josh Allen-
Mordecai Blue like Hummus.
Back in the day on the back of the bus-
Still back of the bus-
Ion know who to trust.
And I’m Packing a Punch.
If they tryna run up.
If they testing they luck.
Pull a Transit and Buss.

I put a Bus on a Transient.
Nigga I stay in the Mix.
Even when you never see me.
I can pop up like a glitch.
I remember she Left Me For Dead.
“Which one?”
It’s more than one Witch.
How much wood could a Witch come take?
She finna find out, my [Broom] don’t break.

Lately I been off the socials.
It’s funny, it made me more social.
Hoes on IG saying they like me-
“Ig” they won’t show you.
But I know it’s what I deserve.
All the good ones I kicked to the curb.
But imma be honest, a lot of them had it coming.
I shoulda did worse.

Im about to kill the game, nigga.
I want all the smoke-
Ion even want the fame, nigga.
Lame nigga.
I was a lame nigga.
Now I’m Insane, nigga.
Same nigga.
I was the same, nigga.
10 years ago, put the gun to my brain, nigga.
Filled with the rage, nigga.
Ain’t nothing change, nigga.

Cooper Kupp.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

I’m still The Only Son, nigga.
I’m at my Best at my Worst.
I should’ve known better…
I should’ve never went back to the ones that I hurt.
I swear to God, nigga.
He should’ve took me instead;
Left my sister on Earth.
I’m still a fraud, nigga.
I wasn’t born with a Gift-
I was born with a Curse.

I want the whole pot.
I want the hoes, I’m unholy.
I’m with the bros-
My niggas ain’t switch on the code.
They like Kenobi.
On a new block.
Still the same nigga-
The old me.
When I was alone-
When I was still out in the cold-
They ain’t console me.

I don’t need no opp to kill me-
I can do it on my own.
If I give her one more night-
I swear, she never going home.
When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t strong.
I don’t need no opp to kill me-
I can do it on my own.
If I give her one more night-
I swear, she never going home.
When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t strong.

(I’m still The Only Son, nigga.)
I’m at my Best at my Worst.
I should’ve known better…
I should’ve never went back to the ones that I hurt.
I swear to God, nigga.
He should’ve took me instead;
Left my sister on Earth.
I’m still a fraud, nigga.
I wasn’t born with a Gift-
I was born with a Curse.

I want the whole pot.
I want the hoes, I’m unholy.
I’m with the bros-
My niggas ain’t switch on the code.
They like Kenobi.
On a new block.
Still the same nigga-
The old me.
When I was alone-
When I was still out in the cold-
They ain’t console me.

I don’t need no opp to kill me-
I can do it on my own.
If I give her one more night-
I swear, she never going home.
When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t-

On a new block.
Still the same nigga-
The old me.
When I was alone-
When I was still out in the cold-
They ain’t console me.

When I heard her call me evil- 
We both knew she wasn’t wrong.
She was scared to call me weak, but-
We both knew I wasn’t strong.

The Curse.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
I can’t love no thot.
Can’t love no hoe.
Can’t love no skank.
I’m with 1k, more than 1k on me-
Still can’t pull his rank.
Niggas moving suspect sliding with Drakes-
But we can pull up with a Tank.
I could go back and forth all day with you niggas.
But if you want talk, come pay.
Tweaking you think her legs stay closed on Sunday-
…She not Chick Fil A. 
Northside nigga, I’ll score up the pot Forreal.
Ain’t finna catch no case.
Emo broad, licking my Adam’s apple.
Look like Wednesday.
What I look like bringing her back to the crib?
Can’t know where my head lay.

H on my waist.
Rotten to the Core.
I ain’t no Hero, nigga.
Yanking her lace-
She said she want More.
But I ain’t Ne-Yo, nigga.
She want a taste.
She wanna go on a date-
Can’t cuff no whore, nigga.
She want attention.
She keep touching my face-
She getting ignored, nigga.
Pick up the pace.
Pick up the-
Pick up the pace.
I’m finna get bored, nigga.
Fix up ya face.
Nigga just fix up ya face-
Put that in the floor, nigga.
He getting brave.
Told that nigga we can fade.
He can record, nigga.
556 rounds split a nigga wig-
We can send that nigga to the lord, nigga.

What up, My name MEEJ.
I’m insane.
I was born in this game.
I’m at war in my brain.
I’m at war with the shame.
And I’ll kill anyone that want war with my name.
I put that on my sister.
I put that on my chains.

Put that on my chains, nigga.
Pinky, aiming at his Brain, nigga.
Martian Rover with the Range, nigga.

They won’t miss him, he a lame nigga.

(They won’t miss him, he a lame nigga.)

niS.

[PROD. MEEJ. X PHARA X JAYREWIND]

(LYRICS.)
From the bottom, I came from the basement.
I got clothes, I got hoes-
Like I'm Bateman.
Put his face in the floor-
In the pavement.

Cmon.

I came up on some racks, I got payment.

Cmon.

I came up on some racks, i got payment.

I'm not new to this game, Im a veteran.
I aint cuffing no slut, I aint settling.
Matter fact-
Guess what?
I want ya best friend.
(Matter fact-)
(Guess what?)
(I want ya best friend.)
Corner Of Zion-
The West End.
And I'm still gon shoot-
No contesting.
Used to open up Edison, I lived in Edison-

(From the bottom, I came from the basement.)

From the bottom, I came from the basement.
I got clothes, I got hoes-
Like I'm Bateman.
Put his face in the floor-
In the pavement.



I came up on some racks, I got payment.

Cmon.

I came up on some racks, i got payment.

Bateman.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
I can see the Light-
But I’m still Dying inside when you talk to me.
Pray the lord my soul you’ll keep.
Everything I sowed, I reap.
Foreign hoes massaging me-
Monogamy; That’s obsolete. 
Said I’m not yo type but put a fight up when I try to leave.
They believe misogyny is my whole ideology.
You might be right but at the same time you might be wrong too.
Spring Break, a novelty.
I’ll spring and break her, honestly.
Break the Springs, she fall asleep.
Edge of the bed, I’m pondering.
My last name is King-
But I’m the furthest thing from Royal Highness.
Both my parents, still misguided.
Momma said to kill with kindness.
I’d much rather kill with violence.
Not afraid to break the silence.
Lost my mind, don’t try to find it.
I’d much rather kill myself.
Fully loaded handgun, put that on Patricia Grandson.
Put that on my pops, nigga.
Run up on me get popped, nigga.
Flooded my neck with the rocks, I was out on the block.
We was getting it hot, nigga.
Making beats and swiping cards.
I evened the odds, ain’t no getting caught, nigga.

Bad lil vibe, she Jaded.
She turned on me like Crane-
But I ain’t Kyle.
I threw my heart in the Pit.
She keep taking them Pics, she wanna go Viral.
Ultraviolent in my actions, Ultraviolet, Only Sun.
Too Volatile.
Different posts and Different captions-
I can tell that she capping.
Faking the smile.

Born in 06-
Trap like a 80s baby.
I love the pain, it made me.
She say she love me-
I’m finna make her hate me.
Born in 06-
Trap like a 80s baby.
I love the pain, it made me.
She say she love me-
I’m finna make her hate me.

I could see her filled with rage-
Yet I couldn’t see her face.
If her life was a book, I believe I’m a page.
If I left it up to her, I’d be the one she set ablaze.
She was right and I was wrong-
Showed my true colors, can’t erase.
When I die, she’ll throw a party.
A parade atop my grave.
So many thots I had lined up, all ready to misbehave.
And I thought that she was one, but she was smarter than I was. 
If I could do it all again, I would.
There’s no need to discuss.
I go back and read our messages-
Even I feel her disgust.
My intentions out the window, overcome by all my lust.
Curse my sins right down to hell, I’d prolly damn myself to end.
Like the leaves that Fall in Autumn, she’s gone within the wind.
I guard myself, I guard my heart.
I don’t know who is foe or friend.
Deplete my options, cut my chest and throw it right out in the bin.
Compact the trash that you bear witness as I speak upon my sin.
And as you listen-
Lie to me and say my work will help me win.
Holding 9s at the age of 5, I put that gun right to my chin. 
I should’ve did it-
Lord’s my witness.
…Maybe he’s the one that stopped me.
Maybe he’s the reason I made beats for clones to try and copy.
Maybe he’s the reason all those kids at school would choose to mock me.
Maybe he’s the reason I blacked out with their blood on my body.
I don’t do no vibing-
When I’m violent, I get cocky.
I’m the only seed that’s left to carry on my family’s lineage.
1 of 14, all the rest are gone.
They’re the ones that were attempted.
Turned 11, got suspended. 
One brother, in attendance.
I still love him to this day, I hope he never forgets it.
I still wonder-
Was he scared at times?
One part I didn’t mention.
Was he only around for pity or was he equally as twisted-
As myself.
Grab the belt and tie it right around my neck.
Let the rhinestones grind on my bones, let me finally be at rest.
This is more to me than music, life is more than just a test.
And she more to me than sex-
But she know I do her the best, nigga.

Young Honest Bastard. | (Dying Light.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

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(LYRICS.)
I got Pipe Dreams.
And I’m tryna pipe her-
In my black tee.
Ra-Ra.
Niggas talking reckless when they @ me.
Ha-Ha.
Laughing to the bank, I’m money stacking.
Off blocks.
I just run a check up like a track meet.

I be that lil bitty nigga that be rocking LV while shopping at Gucci.
VVS stones on my neck on the deck with yo hoe, we still inna Jacuzzi.
Ain’t in the field but I’m catching if she wanna think about throwing me coochie.
Michael Jackson;
I can Thrill Her.
I beat it-
But know I ain’t talking bout movies.


I got Pipe Dreams.
And I’m tryna pipe her-
In my black tee.
Ra-Ra.
Niggas talking reckless when they @ me.
Ha-Ha.
Laughing to the bank, I’m money stacking.
Off blocks.
I just run a check up like a track meet.

Yeah.
You know we got choppas.
Know we got sticks.
We running 4 deep.
We finna send a blitz.
That nigga too sweet-
A cracker, like Ritz.
This not AR.
This a switch.
Date with death.
Give a kiss.
Never lack.
Ion miss.
Count the racks while I’m taking a piss.

Yeah.
You know we got choppas.
Know we got sticks.
We running 4 deep.
We finna send a blitz.
That nigga too sweet-
A cracker, like Ritz.
This not AR.
This a switch.
Date with death.
Give a kiss.
Never lack.
Ion miss.
Count the racks while I’m taking a-

RITZ FREESTYLE. [PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

[PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

My brother tapped me on my shoulder and told me to chill out.
He trap the block;
Got it hot like a sauna.
392 hit the gas and he peel out.
Can’t go to sleep had the knife by the pillow. 
Middle of Ruston, I bled just to get out.
Skinny nigga but my pockets obese.
And they ain’t on a cut so they might need a workout.
2011, I sat in the crib-
I was 5 years old; Had a gun to my head.
Pardon the image and pardon my grimace.
I had no permission, they wish I was dead.
I’m a late bloomer, I’m glad that I’m last.
Niggas said I was sorry and now I’m ahead.
Ain’t that a hoe, he act like I ain’t know.
And we tagging his toe get him filled with the lead.
I’m a-
Real nigga.
Ion got time for a slut-
Ain’t got time for a thot.
I’m with-
Grave diggers.
1k hop out the whip on cam-
Get him got.
I’m bout to blow off the map.
I’m bout to score-
I’m bout to score up the pot.
I’m bout to blow off the map-
C418- 
Turn up a Notch.

Run up a mill-
Ain’t on the field-
All my niggas is chain gang.
Go for the kill.
I’m in the Kryll.
I feel like Raam-
Might name change.
I’m finna play with her heart like a toy-
Fill her up, give her Joy-
Turn her Inside Out.
If she not Fishy like Oscar-
I do her like Mike and I Beat It.
Got green like Grouch.

I used to sleep on the floor with a heater-
My mom and my pops had the air mattress on.
I ain’t a tough guy but if you want beef-
I give premium Cuts like Filet Mignon.
I used to rock the same clothes everyday now it’s Dior & Creed for my Eau De Parfum.
I got a snowbunny hoe named Belle-
Know I move like a Beast but I look like Gaston.
She love it.
Hop out the whip and we dumping.
Them them boys up to something.
I was 13 in the trap cooking beats for a bag-
Niggas know that I had that hoe jumping.
Northside Atlanta-
With broads and the scammers.
They said I was nothing.
I thought that I was while among them.
But Designer can change how you function.


Real nigga.
Ion got time for a slut-
Ain’t got time for a thot.
I’m with-
Grave diggers.
1k hop out the whip on cam-
Get him got.
I’m bout to blow off the map.
I’m bout to score-
I’m bout to score up the pot.
I’m bout to blow off the map-
C418- 
Turn up a Notch.

Run up a mill-
Ain’t on the field-
All my niggas is chain gang.
Go for the kill.
I’m in the Kryll.
I feel like Raam-
Might name change.
If she not Fishy like Oscar-
I do her like Mike and I Beat It.
Got green like Grouch.
I’m finna play with her heart like a toy-
Fill her up-

INSIDE OUT. | (CHAIN GANG.) [PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

Left to Right.
We Read like Sam & Will-
Might call up Agent Fowler.
I got hoes in Europe.
I give them OuiOui big as Eiffel Tower.
He talk reckless on IG; 
He won’t survive to see next hour.
Came up out that dirt-
I was in that patch, aint sweet, nigga.
I’m too sour.
I was in class patching cables-
Pat my back and after, run.
Stab it fast or keep the act up, better back up when you done.
Roll that nigga in a pack, the laughter after always comes.
Dog her-
Slide my Nathan in her cat-
To crack the buns.
I got Diamonds on my neck I need way more than Platinum funds.
Ain’t nan nigga on this Earth that’ll come and face The Only Son.

Outta the loop-
Nigga I came with a tool.
I got her wet like a sink-
I got her wet like a pool-
That hoe call me King-
I treat her like BK give her that Rula.
Nigga I’m acting a-
Nigga I’m acting a fool-

Nigga I’m going berserk.
Freak lil hoe-
She a flirt.
I mix the Gucci wit Vetements.
Came from the sediment.
Came from the dirt.
Reach for my chain, get put on a shirt.
Closed casket, close up the hearse.
We throwing Bullets like Jaxon-
It look like a Dart.
But it ain’t no Nerf.

They see I’m going insane-
I break her back like Bane.
Nigga I’m wit the gang-
We came wit aim-
They Envy like Charlemagne.
I got a shooter in New York-
He look like he evil.
I can’t say his name.
(I can’t say his name-)
(I can’t say his na-)

The way that I put it together-
Bionic.
Look at me now, it’s ironic.
I put a Jew in German Engineering-
It’s Blue like Sonic-
That’s Oxymoronic.
Water on me like faucet-
Serve out Gas like Caustic.
I’m in her Guts-
Going Berserk-
She take it off like rocket.

I move with my brothers-
Still- 
I can’t trust anybody.
Not even-
Myself.
I’ll kill-
Myself for harvest.
We served that block-
And got it hot.
We getting Rich like Roddy.
Ain’t no thot-
Getting my heart-
Again.
I promise.

(Left to Right-)
(We Read like Sam & Will.)
(Might call up Agent Fowler.)

AGENT FOWLER. [PROD. MEEJ.]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the blick.
Trackhawk fly down block quick-
This ain’t no bird nigga, this Kryll.
Rock her world I feel like Chris-
I keep a Smith to keep my Will.
We was posted on that block.
Hit up Harold’s before the deal.
I’m a real Chicago nigga but my vibe from ATL.
Giordanos in the Raq but Geraldina turnt her tail.

Let me tell the tale of how lil DJ came up on that guap.
How he came up from the bottom-
Still just as lonely at the top.
OG stretched the eight out to a Key-
C & M was serving Locks.
I was right there on the lookout.
At Six Flags we ducked the cops.
At Six Flags we pressed the opps.
Niggas bark a lot, they talk a lot-
Can’t ever walk the walk.
Typa nigga, keep it to himself but might blow up the spot.
Might blow up the parking lot-
Typa nigga, kill himself because himself he cannot trust.

I’m the typa nigga-
Buss a lil hoe down then take the Bus.
I pray to the lord but everyday I’m overcome by lust.
I can’t trust a thot.
I can’t trust a hoe-
Can’t cuff a slut.
Lightskin nigga- 
Mixed Breed.
Dogging hoes, I been a Mutt.
Got the lab shaking, I don’t need the gas-
Keep the must.
Keep the musk.
Urban nigga, Meyer.
Oscar Mike-
Like Nuss.
Give her meat like Oscar Meijer-
But she can’t meet familia.
She hate the way I keep the peace-
Still give a piece; I beat it up.

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.
Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.
Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the fit.
All black fit to match the whip.
All black whip to match the tint.

Niggas know I come thru trim.
All black shoes to match the blick.
Trackhawk fly down block quick-
This ain’t no bird nigga, this Kryll.

KRYLLESTNIGGA. [PROD. MEEJ.]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.
Nigga.
Bad lil snowbunny, look like Tessa.
Danger;
Like her first name Gipsy.
She got me hard like a Jaegar.
I’m finna Striker, the coochie was Pink like Whitney.
She yell Eureka whenever I’m in it.
She called me a menace because of my Grimace.
I made her Shake it regardless-
I’m going retarded.
Orange on me like Kenny.

They can’t take me out.
Know that she hate me now.
Out on the block-
I saw my cousins was charging.
Battery Packing an ounce.
Back in the hood-
Right by Granny truck.
Coulda died where I started.
Kut a nigga like Reese-
Dog a hoe like a Pitt.
Piece with me like Kyle.
I was tortured as a child.
These niggas never understood the pain, take my shoes and come run a mile.
I believe it’s worthwhile.
The game putting on these lame niggas, I sit back and crack a smile.
Tried to say that I was vile-
But I ain’t even up the dial.

I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.


I got clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes-
(Ya dig?)
I got hoes on top of hoes on top of hoes-
(Ya dig?)
I got flows on top of flows on top of flows-
(Ya dig?)

(Ya dig?)

I got clothes on top of clothes on top of clothes-
(Ya dig?)
I got hoes on top of hoes on top of hoes-
(Ya dig?)
I got flows on top of flows on top of flows-
(Ya dig?)
Me and my niggas never switched up on the code-
(Ya dig?)

Bad lil snowbunny, look like Tessa.
Danger;
Like her first name Gipsy.
She got me hard like a Jaegar.
I’m finna Striker, the coochie was Pink like Whitney.
She yell Eureka whenever I’m in it.
She called me a menace because of my Grimace.
I made her Shake it regardless-
I’m going retarded.
Orange on me like Kenny.

They can’t take me out.
Know that she hate me now.
Out on the block-
I saw my cousins was charging.
Battery Packing an ounce.
Back in the hood-
Right by Granny truck.
Coulda died where I started.
Kut a nigga like Reese-
Dog a hoe like a Pitt.
Piece with me like Kyle.
I was tortured as a child.
These niggas never understood the pain, take my shoes and come run a mile.
I believe it’s worthwhile.
The game putting on these lame niggas, I sit back and crack a smile.
Tried to say that I was vile-
But I ain’t even up the-

I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.
I’m 19.
I got the game on Lock-
And a hoe can’t hold me Down.
Last name King.
But I came up a peasant;
This for the Underground.
I lead the charge like Raam-
This for the Queen.
Making my momma proud.
Skinny nigga like Karn-
I bring the carnage-
I came to earn the crown.
(Ya dig?)

(Ya dig?)

LOCKDOWN. | (YA DIG?) [PROD. MEEJ.]

[PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

I fell in love with them commas.
She fell in love with a monsta.
She way too deep in the drama.
I’m way too deep in the trauma.
They all tell me they can’t understand.
They all tell me to stick to the plan.
But I think I might switch to another one-
All alone, loaded gun in my hand.
Pull the trigger; I’ll bleed out instead.
I want death; Only thought in my head.
She want sex; Only thought about head.
All my demons; They beg to be fed.
All my siblings they watch down above me.
Knowing that, I should probably feel lucky.
When they died, handed me their anointing. 
Who am I to throw it all away?
…Hear them whisper: “Would you care to join me?”
I feel nothing when they say they love me.
Can’t believe it, I feel like I’m nothing.
Slap my hand away, call me disgusting.
Slap my hand: “Don’t you ever dare touch me.”
But she took mine and wanted to trust me.

It’s the devil, he plays with my mind and my thoughts-
It’s a battle I’ll mentally lose.
I’ve been fighting my anguish, been fighting my joy-
I need something else to lose.
And despite all the shame I keep hidden away, I could finally tell her the truth.
And the words that she told me had lifted a weight, I finally got something to prove.
I traded my weapons for knowledge.
I traded my love for a lie.
I traded my ego for guidance and balance.
I had to let go of my pride.
Every song that I write is a story-
Of the words that I keep in my mind.
Compiled with the hurt in my heart that I can’t recollect how to heal from inside.
Does she want me, dead or alive?
For too long, only I could decide.
When I die anyway, play this song at my funeral.
It’ll let you know I tried.
No matter how many betrayed-
I always forgave what they dealt.
As well as the ones I betrayed-
But the one I could never forgive was myself.


Die Groundwalker-
Die Groundwalker-
Die.
The Hatred;
It lives within me still.
I had no choice, I was casted aside.
I was-
6 years old in the 1st grade.
Top of the slide, it was hot outside.
I was pushed from the slide and landed in the mulch, it was piercing my skin.
I felt like Anakin.
Alma J Brown as my Alma Mater-
It don’t even exist no more.
No surprise.
They all knew what they did to me way back when-
No one batted an eye.
I was stomped on, I was spit on-
Barely alive.
It hurt so much, but for some reason I couldn’t close my eyes.
I was on the ground, I looked over; 
Teacher stared at me. 
Then she walked inside.
They all walked inside.
As I laid there all alone, I said I’d take a life.
And if it wasn’t there’s-
Then it’d be mine.

So I’m sorry I ran out of love.
And I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you.
I hope you keep your trust-
For someone who knows how to value-
You, more than just lust.
For someone who knows how to value-
You, more than just lust.


I find it funny, I turned to the streets.
The streets turned against me too.
And now that I look at it, I cant blame them.
I woulda hurt me too.
I wanna kill me too.
I wanna kill them too.


When I was younger…
I was told to remember many things.
Always remember to fear.
Always remember I can never change.
Always remember I’m filth.
Always remember-
…Always remember that I am nothing.

Shoot off the hip fire-
Spitfire-
Maguire-
Swinging the MJ like Toby.
I’m active.
She wanna get higher-
Good liar.
I wanna inspire.
A-M-I-R-I on fabric.
Slept on the floor with the heater and mattress.
Front of the house while I’m beating her Back in.
Front Of the House in the Mix, out the backend.
I was a child, I succumbed to the madness.

I’m not sorry I ran out of love.
Im not sorry that I plan to kill myself-
I hate myself too much.
I’m sorry for ever believing in me-
The world around me will burn.
That’s a promise from me-
The Only Son.

———The litter’s very own runt.

THE RUNT OF THE LITTER. | (JANUARY 11TH - EMERGENCE DAY.) [PROD. MEEJ. X JVCXB]

MEEJ. - SKI. (0:00-1:17)

MEEJ. X NEVAPRAY - THE RACE. (1:18-2:13)

[THROWBACK. | (2022.)] MEEJ. X PHARA - GLIDE. (2:14-3:09)

MEEJ. X JVCXB - 6IXTIMES2DAY. (3:10-4:26)

MEEJ. X PHARA X JAYREWIND - GET BACK. (4:27-5:44)

[THROWBACK. | (2022.)] KKSLYDER - RUN IT BACK. [PROD. PXR X ZACK DONNER X MEEJ.] (5:45-6:31)

[THROWBACK. | (2022.)] ARIANA GRANDE - 7 RINGS. [REPROD. ZACK DONNER X PXR X MEEJ.] (6:32-9:21)

[THROWBACK. | (2018.)] WAVY BANX X JORDAN HALO - LOOT. [PROD. MEEJ. X OZWALD] (9:22-11:59)

[THROWBACK. | (2019.)] JORDAN HALO - WYDT. [PROD. MEEJ.] (12:00-14:25)

JACOB GREEN - NAME YA PRICE. [PROD. MEEJ. X JACOB GREEN] (14:26-18:32)

REPUTABLE CLIPS.

MEEJ. X TREZXRT - HORUS. 
(0:00-3:49)

MEEJ. - THE TWI'LEK. 
(3:50-5:05)

MEEJ. X APPA - KILL FOR THE EMPEROR. 
(5:06-6:34)

MEEJ. X 116 X MILLIONAIR - BEAUTY WITHIN BATTLE. 
(6:35-7:34)

MEEJ. X OLLIE TAKAHASHI X AYOSIM - INTERLINK. 
(7:35-8:33)

[THROWBACK. | (2022.)] MEEJ. X APOLLO PARKER - DISTORTED VISIONS. 
(8:34-9:31)

MEEJ. X BL7CKIE - NIGHTMARE ON 16TH. 
(9:32-10:18)

MEEJ. X BL7CKIE - THE HERETIC. 
(10:19-11:11)

MEEJ. X JWXLF - DREAD. 
(11:12-12:06)

MEEJ. X 116 X JEEK - THE GREY. 
(12:08-12:16)

MEEJ. X 116 - ETERNAL SUFFERING. 
(12:17-14:23)

MEEJ. X 116 X PXR - SWORN INTO BROTHERHOOD.
(14:24-14:58)

MEEJ. X 116 - THE COURT OF OWLS.
(14:59-17:43)

ASTARTES CLIPS.

[PROD. MEEJ. X PXR X BL7CKIE X ADVM]

It feel just like yesterday-
Year 2-0-1 & 7.
We moved into Bellingham while you moved swiftly into Heaven.
It was more than unexpected-
I was shattered to the core.
Even though I said I loved you-
I still wish I said it more.
It was 6th grade for me then, I was scared, a kid-
A baby.
You’ll never see the man I am today-
Or the monster that they made me.
East Cobb middle-
I was in that locker room-
They all called me crazy.
Because the values you instilled in me & father could never phase em.
I was told that I was nothing, but you said that I was something.
I let myself forget the truth-
But in this booth, I’m done running.
Tonight I pray you guide my pen, and speak through me to speak to you.
Tonight I wash away my sin-
Because tomorrow; It’s gon loop.
You preached the gospel to the masses-
I see my music in that way.
As I watched you on that stage, I thought that I could do the same.
“One day-“
“Maybe I could tell the world that it’s okay.”
“That the lord is over all, and that the devil’s will is fake.”
A half truth, A half lie.
The lord is here and he’s inside.
That’s the same thing that you taught.
But I’m distraught in compromise.
The war is fought in spirit.
The war is fought with faith.
I’ve been trapped inside my mind, I use these rhymes as my escape.
Within these lines of code, I click away the soundtrack to the break.
Live a villain, die a hero’s death-
The noose they’ll use is my own cape.

Gary Stern, if you can hear me-
I just need this one sign.
Are you proud of who I am?
Is this enough to coincide?
Gary Stern, if you can hear me-
I call on you this one time. 
Help me heal the world through my pain-
That I felt the day you died.
That I felt whenever she lied.
That I felt whenever I tried.
That I felt-
When them hoe niggas jumped me right outside.
That I felt when they made me bleed.
That I felt when I made them bleed.
That I felt when they said leave.
That I felt when I saw Steve-



That I felt when I saw Steve & Jamie get down on their knees.
When three Kings knelt before The King.

We screamed and wept away our anguish, I wonder if you saw it.
June 1st, 2 months away from August.
That same night I called Pecka, I told her I was sorry.
Next day; brought another human home and offered harvest.
I know other people try-
It feels as if I try the hardest.
Pops was burning in the kitchen.
Momma slaving in the office.
I’ve showed the world I’m ready one too many times-
I’m not a novice.
I’ve been looking for my mind, too many times that I have lost it.
Gary Stern, if you can hear me-
I just need this one sign.
Are you proud of who I am?
Is this enough to coincide?
Gary Stern, if you can hear me-
I call on you this one time. 
Gary Stern, if you can hear me-
I just need this one sign.
Are you proud of who I am?
Is this enough to coincide?
Gary Stern, if you can hear me-
I call on you this one time. 

I can’t wait for our Reunion.
I bet you can still remember Gregory.
The years before I turned 9.
Tell God, whenever he’s ready;

“At the gates, Save Da’Jon a spot in line.”

GARY STERN. [PROD. MEEJ. X PXR X BL7CKIE X ADVM]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
Skull on my body like Ghost-
Ready for war, I feel like A239.
These niggas hoes, they feline.
Know she’ll go-
Can’t be mine.
Give her Pot a Pie like Pecan.
Nigga I’m a peion-
Got drive like Nissan.
I been in my Prime-
Like Deion.
Prezi-
Kennedies on me like Leon.
Beyond the veil.
Nigga be honest-
I can push a coil to the limit like Elon.
Test a heifer named Tessa.
She don’t go no shame-
Shane prolly behind.
Green on me no Neon.
Turks, Caicos-
Check in at the Kiosk.

Lil nigga-
I’m bout 5’7.
This Chop on me bout 6’8.
I know she Ratchet she loose in the Cranks-
But she still give head on a dinner date.
Yellow diamonds on me like Lemonade.
1k trap cross the interstate.
Mane I’m Trouble like Everyday.
Imma run me a check up anyway.

I can cut her off while-
Tch.

Cut her off quick- 
I can do it while I’m in it.
I could be dead any minute.
Can’t go like Dayton-
Duke it out like Dennis.
Shoot like Shiv then I blame it on the witness.
Crew cut niggas put a hit like Taylor.
Sheep in wolves clothing, no Shaun- 
But that’s 21 bands I could cater to the business.
All in her mouth like a dentist.
Look in my eyes and she called me a menace.
I’m either too quiet or too loud.
Still lay Jimmy-
Then I Rock her like Hendrix.
I’m staying Solo like Hndrxx.
No one in my Future-
But money like fitness.
Get it?
Cuz it stretch like gymnast.
I can make it stretch like tendon.

117, no John-
Or Lennon.
A-M-I-R-I on my denim.
Nigga.
Jump out boys, let’s get em.
Nigga.
Double tap, make sure you hit em.
117, no John-
Or Lennon.
A-M-I-R-I on my denim.
Nigga.
Jump out boys, let’s get em.
Nigga.
Double tap, make sure you hit em.

Lil nigga-
I’m bout 5’7.
This Chop on me bout 6’8.
I know she Ratchet she loose in the Cranks-
But she still give head on a dinner date.
Yellow diamonds on me like Lemonade.
1k trap cross the interstate.
Mane I’m Trouble like Everyday.
Imma run me a check up anyway.

NOBLE IV. [PROD. MEEJ.]

(LYRICS.)
They say love is war and never peace.
Black and White my diamonds like a barcode.
She’ll never wish me Well unless it’s Fargo.
Take a peak and come and see how far I go.

Two-Face hoes all around me.
Imma put a Dent all in her like I’m Harvey.
She don’t love me, look like Lori-
She a Hottie.
She think I’m a Joke-
But ride me like a Harley.

I know she gon kill me as soon as she find me.
And my death will make her happy;
So delighting.
She said she love the way my blood looks in this lighting.
That ain’t no woman, that’s the devil.
So inviting.

One of my old hoes-
Met my new hoes.
Wait a minute-
I been here before.
This a loophole.
Need me?
No, she Independent like a JUCO.
Knee deep.
Sticky like a syrup-
Call her Fructose.

Shake it-
Go shake what yo momma gave.
Take it-
Take it how I tell you, bae.
Fake it-
Tell me that you love me, bae.
Hate it-
Hate the way I show it, bae.

I think that you think that you too good for me-
It’s crazy, cuz you ain’t.
Hate it-
Hate the way I show it, bae.
You would take my all from me and give me no exchange.
I wish that I never even lived to feel this pain.

Two-Face hoes all around me.
Imma put a Dent all in her like I’m Harvey.
She don’t love me, look like Lori-
She a Hottie.
She think I’m a Joke-
But ride me like a Harley.

———

My biggest red flag is I think every woman looks better with me.
Hoe, you better be ready to cheat.
And you better get wetter for me.
I’m not supposed to be here.
I’m supposed to be still in the streets.
I got a good one at home but those hoes make me ready to leave.

This a letter for her and for me.
And I promised that I’d kill myself again-
So many times.
Every year, every week.
And even through all of my negligence-
You view me as somebody worthy to keep.
And even though we not together, you wish that we were. 
But that’s up to me.

My biggest red flag is I think every nigga just wanna compete.

…This a letter for him and for me.

And the last thing that I wanna do is put you in the same situation as me:
The baddest hoe waiting on you every corner and you don’t know if you should keep. 

As I swim through this water, it’s water my neck-
I might flood out the whole pool.
Wanna play her, Sudoku.
Hoe, go do what I told you.
As I walk through this hallway, these chains on my neck make me feel so invisible.
It’s so funny the way that I used to feel- 
I used to feel so Invincible.

I’m at the Omni.
It’s hoes in the lobby-
I wanna get bodies tonight.
I hope that they let me inside.
I hope that she shut up and ride.
I’m at the Omni.
It’s hoes in the lobby-
She wanna get bodied tonight.
She want me for soul ties.

…Or maybe that’s all in my mind.

TWOFACE./OMNI-MAN. [PROD. MEEJ.]

[PROD. MEEJ.]

Back on my own again.
You know what time it is.
The sounds of the sirens-
Replaced with the violence of silence.
Said she hate me-
It’s building my confidence.
It diminishes compliments.
I can never accept my accomplishments.
I’m with felons;
My only accomplices.
Even though it’s Amiri I’m sagging in.
Type of hoe that I want is the classiest.
Type of hoe that I want is the nastiest.
I’ve already had both of those.
I don’t know if you’ve noticed-
But they’re always savages.
Hello Kitty-
White horses and carriages.
Stupid hoes always speaking of marriages-
When they don’t even have control of emotions-
While proving the need for a therapist.
I say this within all my arrogance;
The same thing could be said about me.
At least I got something I manage with.
I could be making niggas lag with the switches-
But I’m keeping my bandwidth.
You niggas don’t know who you playing with.
We orbit the block like a planet.
Cuz-

Nigga I spin again-
I call it Red Ring Of Death.
I can empty a clip till it’s nothing left.
Even if it’s to my own chest.
And I’ll utter a prayer with my last breath.

They all made me pay.
My last breath, I’ll pray;

“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.

Running riot.
Cuban links to help me change the climate.
I got pious clients.
No, you can’t get in.
This party private.
I got hoes on hoes on go-
Already know they showing private.
Ride my wave-
I’m finna rock her boat.
I’m Captain-
She my Private.
I’m on top of the world-
I’m on top of the game.
You gon know my life and death.
You gon know my name.
And I got niggas that’s ready to kill but I ain’t dropping names.
Remember they called me lame-
Cuz I was just playing the game.
They still calling me lame.
Cuz they can’t feel my pain.
I been in my lane.
Despite every ounce of the shame I feel, I won’t sell out for the fame.
Shorty will for the cock-
Chicken.
Chicken head hoes;
Raising Canes.
If you want a feature nigga better pay.
All my niggas felons, still we beat the case.
Niggas know Pradda came with one K.
All he had for himself to pave a way.
I remember my momma slaved away.
I remember she prayed for the better days.
I remember my pops had a proposition-
Made a move;
His mind in the worst state.
Welcome to my hell-
Enjoy the stay.

“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.
“Lord just make it easier.”
Easier…
Easier.

Red Ring Of Death. | (Running Riot.)

[PROD. MEEJ.]

28 Days-
That’s how many that I spent with that thot.
She’s the most recent.
The way we ended us was abrupt-
It got me thinking.
Was I the one being played?
It was over almost too easy.

We met at school in March.
That was the start.
I was taken at the time.
The girl that I “had”-
Was smoking carts.
The conversation was short.
A group setting.
She played it smart.
She wanted me from the second she saw me but hid all remarks.
I’m always one for the banter.
That’s what we had.
The girl that I “had” right before her I had to dub-
So alas.
I started seeing her pass.
We got to talking way more.
I always thought she was bad.
But I kept that thought under wraps.
Until we started getting touchy.
Buddy Buddy.
I thought I was lucky.
The thoughts I had came to light.
I thought I wasn’t her type.
Thought she only went white.
And even though I’m a nigga-
I thought my skin was too bright.
The story of my love life.

All I am is exception.
A temporary obsession.
And all I want is acceptance.
But I’ve been-
Searching-
…In the wrongest of places.
Again, I’ve grown too complacent.
Love is something-
I’m too young to be chasing.

“6 hours…until I see her again”.
“Until I see this slut naked.”
“Until I see if she faking”.
Like Jesus-
What am I saying..?
These niggas think that I’m playing.
The reason why she ended things was cuz she wanted me staying.
She couldn’t once understand- 
I said; “I would if I could-“
She said; 
“Hold on, let me finish.”
“DJ…any nigga that I want-“
“Could be here any minute.”
“Your presence isn’t enough.”
“I want you to post me up on IG, let them hoes see what’s up.”

…It seems I have a running trend.
I knew exactly…what she meant.
In that moment, I’ll admit-
I was speechless.
She said that but moments ago was on my penis.
It was meaningless to her-
I was scared that I would make her think it was meaningless to me.
I wouldn’t beg and plead-
But I-
Certainly voiced my thoughts on what she had just said to me.
She told me to put my shoes on;
“Please nigga, just leave.”
I could’ve taken an Uber.
She chose to drop me back off.
The ride was quiet but still-
The sound of silence was violent.
Until she Apple paid for gas and Apple played music.
I thought to myself again;
“I knew it-“
“All sluts love the same music.”
She dropped me off, I told her;
“Thank you, get home safe. I’ll see you around.”
I grabbed my backpack, closed the door-
Her tires melted to the ground.
42 minutes was the ride.
12 seconds was all it took to walk back into my house.

To No Avail-

(Nigga.)

28:06:42:12.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

Here I go again-
Tripping over hoes I wish I never had.
Still, I’d share a sin.
Still, I smell her scent.
Fulfilling my descent.
I betrayed myself-
Apparent, in a sense.
Forsaken innocence.
All for a smitten kitchen wench.

Galen tendencies.
Still making beats for my Force to be Unleashed.
Great amenities-
I’ve felt as worthless aboard and overseas. 
Blood and money trees.
I push the product to fund my own defeat.
I sold the Joints like Spike Lee.
Maybe I’m just like Steve.
Maybe you just like me.
I tried to give her Da’Jon-
She said she just like MEEJ.
All my nights in Vale East-
No avail.
I could fail for centuries.
Go to Hell and no one would miss me.
…Or maybe some would.
Their regards seem condescending.
 
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.

Would it be selfish-
If I have children?
When I kill myself, that’ll free my spirit.
I do not belong within the land of living.
Even though I know I can’t make that decision.
Even though I know that no one else is willing.
I’m at war in Hell and The Devil’s winning.
And my soul will melt-
In these flames I swim in.
Hate myself for the things I did to women.
Hate myself for the things they did to me.
I get mad;
Wanna blow my head off.
She get mad; Throw it back-
I break her off.
Snowbunny-
She bad like Romanoff. 
Dead to her-
So that makes her a Widow.
She rode like a bimbo.
With 12 at the window.
At 12; In her bed.
Put her head in the pillow.
I can’t stay the night-
And she hated that memo.

This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.

Art Of War.

[PROD. MEEJ.]

19-
But I got game like an ancient nigga.
That’s word to Tunechi.
Don’t care if you throw me the coochie-
I still ain’t your nigga.
This hoe tripping.
Acting like we ever dated.
She like;
“I hate you nigga.”
I know I’m the problem.
Iron to my head like a Golem.
They asking me how do I solve it?
I will when I kill myself.
They hate when I feel myself.
She won’t ever heal herself.
I just wanna build my wealth.
And love my family in stealth.

And love my family in stealth.
I don’t need any help.
I’ll end my life again-

Before I go back.
I still got my ties in the raq.
I’m glad that I learned it in school-
No love for a rat.
I don’t got love for a thot.
Im so exhausted.
Im giving all that I have.
I went from playing with blocks.
To serving the block.
And back.
That’s just my path.
I used to sit in my box-
And pace in my room.
At school;
They’d all sit and laugh.
But I can’t blame them niggas.
Now I just thank them niggas.
They made me change who I am.
…For better or worse.
You decide it.
I’ve been living in hell for the longest-
And I’m no longer able to hide it.

I get paid off pain I bask in-
Bring them racks in.
That nigga said he a scammer but ain’t on the onion.
Why you capping then?
1k chase niggas down-
Hit foe in his knee.
Did him like Caepernick. 
Nigga I’m King Of The Hill.
I’m Collin out to God-
Not asking him.
“When you give me death-“
“Make sure it’s when I’m done with this rapping”.
I got a story tell.
It’s my own-
It’ll be past tense.
Maybe someone needs me to be myself for them.
That’s what I imagine.

At night I can’t close my eye lids.
I’m plagued with violence.
I just made the same song again-
“Look what I did.”
Last name King.
Furthest thing from Royal highness.
That hoe just a fling.
She gon scream-
When I get behind it.
She said she won’t leave-
That’s okay we know she lying.
All alone again.
And she knows it.
Notice I miss.
I’ve been in my FL-
Isolated like an island.
I know that it doesn’t look like it but-
I’m still trying.

19-
But I got game like an ancient nigga.
That’s word to Tunechi.
Don’t care if you throw me the coochie-
I still ain’t your nigga.
This hoe tripping.
Acting like we ever dated.
She like;
“I hate you nigga.”
I know I’m the problem.
Iron to my head like a Golem.
They asking me how do I solve it?
I will when I kill myself.
They hate when I feel myself.
She won’t ever heal herself.
I just wanna build my wealth.
And love my family in stealth.

And love my family in stealth.
(I don’t need any help.)
(I’ll end my life again.)

I'm The Problem.

The date is October 6, 2025.
I’m still trapped inside my mind-
I say that same thing everytime.
I say THAT same thing everytime.
I say these same things, every song.
Every rhyme, Every line.
I wish that I was lying, but-

Last night, I couldn’t sleep.
I could only lay and think.
About the future I have slight control of-
…Among other things.
I’m lonely but I’m not.
At once; I hate it, but it’s comforting.
I’m only 19, I have no use for someone’s daughter haunting me. 
I made her cum for me-
Exactly when I told her to.
When I say “her”-
…Just know I mean a multitude.
My death to them will be the apology long overdue.
Some of them didn’t ask for one.
Some of them did and didn’t get it.
I hate myself so much.
I swear to God, I wish I never did it.
I swear, I wish they would’ve listened.
Enamored by my chain glisten. 
Never victim, always villain.
Catharsis; now my main mission.
My God wrote my life in blood-
I just illustrate the image.
I just make the soundtrack to my death-
You niggas bear witness.
Last time someone went to check on me-
Ain’t thank the visit.
And it’s not cuz I hate them-
I hate myself and think I don’t deserve it. 
To some I’m just a nerd.
And that’s the truth-
But on the block, I served it.
I only gave you part of me-
Let me show the whole version.
See my life behind the curtains.
Still here?
Then yes, you’ve earned it. 
Let me kill myself in front of you to make a better person.
Not yet worthy, know that’s certain.
I fight my shame, I think I’m learning.

When will this girl understand?
I can’t be saved by her.
I can only be saved by Jesus.
And well…
He’s not coming back.
…Not for me, at least. 
I walk along my own path.
I still love him, truth be told-
I want my soul back.
…I want my sister back.
The times I miss, we never had.
I want it so bad.
I’m never first, I’m always last.
At school they tell me it’s the other way around-
And I’m glad.
But they don’t know that’s not the truth yet-
They’ll find it out fast.

I know the devil’s real, I put my trust inside the slut.
I know the devil’s real, I bust a nut on top the slut.
And I hate the way she loves me-
I’ll still miss it when she’s gone.
I’ll still cry myself to sleep-
Wake up and make another song.
I’ll still write these lyrics down knowing that few can sing along.
Over a beat that I just made and they’ll still say I “did it wrong”.
Oh really?
Guess I never knew.
My BB Belt will be my noose.
And to this world; I flip the bird-
I give no duck, I’m born a goose.
I do this for myself and Jesus-
This song is sonic proof.
I know Hell is real, I just remembered Heaven is too.
But I’m lost.
Yet, I’m found.
So’s my hope.
I sit inside Room 220 and try to cope-
With a lump inside my throat.
These days go by the opposite of slow.
I have nowhere else to go-
Except forward.
I got clothes on my back, roof over my head-
Need nothing more.
I print my life through a board, then send a prayer to my lord.

Young Hopeless Bastard. | (Days Gone By.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

Monday-
October 20th, 2025.
I just woke up-
I stand at the bus stop.
Then look at the sun rise.
As I do so-
Two things that I realize.
I’m still Young.
I’m still a Bastard.
I should be happy I’m still alive.
…But I’m not.

8 on the dot.
I hop on the 9.
I think bout a thot that I knew wasn’t mine.
“It’s been 2 months, gotta put it behind.”
But I still see her when closing my eyes.
I be telling the truth but she swear it’s a lie.
When I say “she” know its way more than five.
All blue Bills on me Mordecai.
I’m the kinda nigga leave a hoe mortified. 
They say I’m Hella gifted.
Nigga, I’m pessimistic.
I admit it.
This hoe never listen.
Psuedo-Masochistic.
Go ballistic.
She said that she need me-
But this hoe independent.
I can pin it.
Flooded Cuban links-
Nigga my neck deep in it-
Next; A Pendant. 
I was just pocket pinching.
I went from rags to riches-
Scamming systems.
I needed no assistance-
I just needed faith but they gave me tension.
Screams came from the kitchen-
My lord gave me death then he gave me wisdom.
In my mind’s a war.
One that I never started-
But I will finish.


Life’s a game of size which I’m not born for.
I wonder if she’d ever want me back first?
Im at my best with my niggas-
Cuz they bring out my worst.
And Jesus won’t show Mercy-
That’s what I don’t deserve.
He just gives me tools to balance out my own curse. 

Skinny nigga-
Fat racks.
Turn niggas to hashtags.
1k still sipping on 40 ounce-
Gotta Drake from Baghdad.
Take ya thot-
We bag that.
All these hoes just like the streets-
Headshots and Red Flags.
White toes and toe tags.
Life goals-
With no dad.
This hoe way too choosy.
I feel like Uzi-
I want my flow back.
Come on lil shorty-
Let’s go make a movie inside a Jacuzzi-
That’s Throwback.
Quarterback when she Throw it back.
Played Receiver but she Receive Wide-
We already know that.

I was just pocket pinching.
I went from rags to riches-
Scamming systems.
I needed no assistance-
I just needed faith but they gave me tension.
Screams came from the kitchen-
My lord gave me death then he gave me wisdom.
In my mind’s a war.
One that I never started-
But I will finish.

Tuesday-
October 21st, 2025.
I just woke up-
I stand at the bus stop.
Then look at the sun rise.
As I do so-
Two things that I realize.
I’m still Young.
I’m still a Bastard.
I should be happy I’m still alive.
…But I’m not.


-------------

As much as I wanna believe her-
I can’t.
Jesus told me coming back was never in his plans.
I-
Wash away my sins anyway.
I got blood on my hands.
I got her in my hands.
Hell is on Earth already.
The Rapture when it happens is a cleansing.
It’s all far from Armageddon.
And this curse is really blessing.
And my mind is my own weapon.
Take my life;
I’ll die a legend.
I want love but I’m not begging.
Up above;
I call and beckon.
I make scripture from my lessons.

I make scripture from my lessons.

MEEJ.

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