moood

whxami

Purple Reign

Perkys Calling

Inside The Mattress

Gold I wanna be covered in, im glowin I might sun a bitch yeah yeah yeah yeah   song Prod. Marcelon

WND - STRAP

Glock In My Benz

A single off the upcoming EP titled AsWeGrieve
Prod. by @ghostemane
Enjoy.

Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Highschool in class think of droppin out,
But that be somethin I could never really talk about,
Everybody always said it aint an option how,
I could walk up in the office sign the doc and bounce,
Cuz 9th grade when the drama would rise up out,
The fuckin ground like a zombie I'd walk around,
And people eye me down,
Its like they talk about me without givin a fuck bout what they talk about,

(Chorus)
Said I been feelin like I got nobody by my side,
While I be all up on my grind through early mornin late a night,
And I aint tryna justify shit,
Can't provide with empty pockets,
Pray to god that all the nonsense in this world will fuckin stop,

(Verse 2)
I grew up around an abundance of,
Preppy motha fuckas never been one of em,
So because I wasn't conformin,
Didn't play sports or,
Listen to the stuff they bump,
Or rock the shit they rock,
Or talk the way they talk,
I was an easy target so they always pickin on me,
I had to brush it off like a dusty mop,
I let it slide givin time Ida got fed up,
Cuz I be walkin in the hallway hearin this shit all day,
There's a limit that come with the shit that yall say,
People callin me a faggot for rappin and tellin me to kill myself like it don't even matter,
One day I said fuck it,
Threw a middle finger up,
At one the bullies on the bus when I was walkin way from it,
At first I was pissed that I been learnin to live with these people tellin me that I aint worthy of shit,

(Chorus 2x)
Said I been feelin like I got nobody by my side,
While I be all up on my grind through early mornin late a night,
And I aint tryna justify shit,
Can't provide with empty pockets,
Pray to god that all the nonsense in this world will fuckin stop,

(Verse 3)
Then a year later same deal but I started to smoke,
Chillin with my homies turned into us tryna get stoned,
Fridays were the days we would always wanna buy eights so we get high then buy food to keep us full,
I was smokin for a minute I dont know how often,
But my mom knew I was so it was causin problems,
I would always call her out like no your wrong its not a big fuckin deal I can do what I want,
And I regret that shit,
Soon enough a bad experience put me in depression wishin it would just end,
Used to wonder was it dust but it probably wasn't,
Coulda been that it was strong shit that I couldn't fuck with,
So I quit,
Bout 2 years later started smokin again,
And the same shit happened,
Landed me in therapy the first time around thankfully was already in a better program at the school the people there for me pushed for that,
So I would go to class in the afternoon until Im done and graduate,
All I have to say,
That Ida made it too far just to throw it all away and thats the thing,
Yeah we all feel lost sometimes but Im back up on the path I made,
Don't give a fuck what you have to say,
Makin music and improving on my craft can be challenging,
But Im trying hard thats the key,

(Chorus 2x)
Said I been feelin like I got nobody by my side,
While I be all up on my grind through early mornin late a night,
And I aint tryna justify shit,
Can't provide with empty pockets,
Pray to god that all the nonsense in this world will fuckin stop

HIGHSCHOOL (prod. GHOSTEMANE)

prod. by @igorexz

Lyrics:

(Verse)
Years gone by Ida changed alot,
But this image in my mind is the same as how it was when I was a kid tryna make Hip-Hop,
Everybody not convinced I could make it nah,
Fuck college you probly shouldn't save a spot for me,
What if you don't make it whats your plan about to be,
Honestly I never really gave it thought,
Or had a doubt in my mind til the people surrounding me always had to comment and seem distraught,
Writing lines on a paper when the days had got to me,
Had a note pad full of things Id jot,
Anything thats on my mind tryna make it rhyme,
I remember that my father he hated how I be,
Takin all the papers and throwin em out and be loud sayin wow you think that art,
Barely knowin shit about anythin that i could be,
I don't even wanna work bitch fuck that shit,
Ima write another verse then gone scrap it,
Til im sayin all the words that I want back to back and make sense cuz you pussies can't match it,
The fact is,
Half these rappers lame,
Spit the same shit,
And they gettin paid,
Gettin plays listens everyday,
What difference does it make if Im tryna change shit and all the listeners are sayin no thanks hate it the fuck I need to do,
Shut the fuck up cuz Im gonna speak the truth,
So sick of the repetition,
Fuck flexin pics and the expensive whips and rough sex with women,
Im not convinced that thats how you livin,
Maybe I don't get it,
Maybe Im just different,
Im pessimistic,
No friends to vent to,
Just pens and writtens,
No rent to give you,
Im broke as fuck I dont trust a soul,
I don't smoke no blunts cuz I don't trust the smoke,
I don't go in public Im just up at home,
My minds so corrupted yet so are you,
So don't fuckin judge me cuz its over nothing,
But because you suck I sound so disruptive,
Yeah you jealous of all the attention I could potentially harness if Im getting farther,
Oh god oh god can you please answer my family believe we should talk,
Every time I call the machine answer Im startin to think you phone is off,
My competition is not depicted how I had pictured,
Yal got no gift and you are not the shit your just a pile of it,
So shut the fuck up cuz its time to listen up

(Chorus)
And I just wanna know if Im ever gonna make it up out this hell,
Days gettin colder on my own but I don't fuck with nobody else,
What I gotta say for you to listen fuck the gimmick that you tryna sell,
I really mean it when Im sayin that Im different from the shit that people try to tell me is fire well G someone try and help me understand it fuck it you don't gotta bother helping,
Im keepin to my own self G,
Im makin paths you couldn't follow down these

paths (prod. xerogi)

System Ft. Davodaghost

Off The Gas

Off The Gas (feat. Lil Skies)

Smell Of Money ft. Travis Scott

I started “LANTERNS” after getting home on a random night and messing around with my guitar on a drum loop. The main hook just kind of poured out of me in about 15 minutes, but I couldn’t decide what to do with it. Weeks later, @someothermusic reached out to me via email as a fan asking for advice on a song he was working on. I was so enamored with his voice that I asked to work with him, and the idea he sent ended up being the hook for the track. I put his vocals on the instrumental I had been sitting on, and “LANTERNS” was made. This is my favorite song that I’ve put out to date.

Artwork by Allen Chiu

System Ft. Davodaghost

MK HILL