Sprinter

@mandemm
First single from farella & mandem album, 'Sprinter' 

Lyrics:
Why they be talkin' so crazy?
Countin' the money up daily (Grah)
Jump at the show, gotta pay me
Doin' it all for my baby
He pullin' up with a ray beam
Nobody else amaze me
Hop in that brand new Mercedes, I'm gone
I got a mask on my face, peace

I told 'em get out of my way
Cut off the roof and I'm switchin' the lanes
(Skrrt)
I just been makin' my way to the top
Countin' my money, my wallet don't flop
Hop in a Wraith and I'm pushin' it far
Strap on my shoulder, like soda, get popped
They don't understand what I'm sayin', Somebody say I ain't playin

I do this shit on my own
Don't give a fuck what they on
Wish they would leave me alone
Act like a dog, I'm throwin' a bone
I make a hit on my phone,
Fuck with me, you find out
They just be thinkin' I'm somethin' I'm not
Think he did somethin', it's nothin' at all

Count up the digits, I count up the 0s
Bae, don't switch no sides
I'm a popstar, shawty
I'm a popstar, shawty
I'm a popstar, shawty
All my cups are dirty

I'm a,- I'm a- I'm a popstar, shawty
I'm a popstar, shawty
I'm a popstar, shawty
All my cups are dirty

Countin' the money, I'm countin' it up
Coke on that bitch and I finish it up
Spitting that venom, I double my cup
I got racks in my pocket, I doubled it up

Hop in that car, watch it vroom fast
Diamonds my neck, and I flew back
Poppin' a pill in the bean truck
Selling that white like Selena

Countin' up my money in that bitch, drop it low
You can't fuck around with me 'cos I'm a popstar, drop it all
We been fucked up for some weeks and we ain't sippin' alcohol

(I'm a popstar yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Popstar, popstar)
(Yeah, yeah)

Why they be talkin' so crazy?
Countin' the money up daily (Grah)
Jump at the show, gotta pay me
Doin' it all for my baby
He pullin' up with a ray beam
Nobody else amaze me
Hop in that brand new Mercedes, I'm gone
Hop in that brand new Mercedes, I'm gone
I got a mask on my face, peace-

Why they be talking so crazy?

Why they be talking so crazy?

POPSTAR (Prod. mandem)

@mandemm
Second single from farella & mandem album, 'Sprinter'

Lyrics:
Start over, I got it, she know what she wants 
Tell me it’s over, but I don’t feel done
I’m done feeling sober, I’m missing your touch 
Tell me why
Hold me tight 
Tell me lies

Talk to me,
Only thing that I see (oh yeah)
Walking in my sleep, 
Stay up all night 

Just say you’re feeling me
Promise you, I’ll never leave
Take my heart, give you the key
Stay by my side 

Time after time, I dream that you’re mine
Dancing on ice, I’m making it shine
Changing your mind, I’ll be there on time
Need you for life, I can make it right

Turn me up, turn me up
Just one time I can make you mine
I was feeling fine, until you let me go
(Turn me up)
Can’t do this alone
(Turn me up)
Hold on my hand
(Turn me up)
Do you wish I'm someone else?
(Turn me up)

Sprinting back to you
I’m sprinting back to you
Tell
Don’t tell 
I need you by my side 
Don't tell 
Don’t tell 
Don’t tell me you’re not here tonight 

Talk to me,
Only thing that I see (oh yeah)
Walking in my sleep, 
Stay up all night 

Just say you’re feeling me
Promise you, I’ll never leave
Take my heart, give you the key
Stay by my side 

Talk to me,
Only thing that I see (oh yeah)
Walking in my sleep, 
Stay up all night 

Just say you’re feeling me
Promise you, I’ll never leave
Take my heart, give you the key
Stay by my side 

I’m sprinting back to you 

Tell me when I'll meet my end
All
You

ONLY THING THAT I SEE (prod. mandem)

Sprinter
@rit_hk

Lyrics:
Counting up bands in a benz truck
Watching my moves, better keep up 
Put a fuck boy on a t-shirt 
Follow my rules, I’m a teacher 

Two cups up in a lean truck
Pop star bitch like Selena 
Modern Day Music, we the leader
i just poured a four inside a litre

Tell em its up, then it’s up, then you know
Fuck with them boys that be stealing my flow
Count up the digits, I count up the 0s
Poured up a four,
Yeah I’m stuck, 
Yeah, I’m slow 

Hundred bands, contraband,
That’s what we on
Talk to the money, I spend it, It’s gone
I’m skirting off
Spend it all
Been it all, adderall 

Diamonds on the table
I just want your heart 
Falling like a star
Feel like you’re to know
Do this on my own 

Rit:
I get some money, it fall like the leaves in the  winter 
And yeah she gon’ eat me for dinner
She said she know I’m a winner,
You just a beginner 
I’m eating, but I’m getting thinner

Big black truck, with a blacked out tint 
And you know we win so it’s parked outside 
Big bag getter, I get real money 
Don’t try get funny, or you might die

I got racks, Ronda, It’s all in my pocket
Keep a picture of that drink, 
Girl, you know I love my wocky
Know I love the lean so much
Picture in my locket, yeah

Love the gang so much
Yeah, they call me Davey Crocket

Baby, you hit like the fentanyl and I want another hit, I want another 
Don’t wanna tell him I know he can’t take it But boy, I been fucking your mother 

He wanna feat on the beat and he thinks that it’s free but you aint my brother
Don’t need a glock to go handle the business,
No, I got on me my cutter

Counting up bands in a benz truck
Watching my moves, better keep up 
Put a fuck boy on a t-shirt 
Follow my rules, I’m a teacher 

Two cups up in a lean truck
Pop star bitch like Selena 
Modern Day Music, we the leader
i just poured a four inside a litre

BLACK TINT (feat. Rit)

Sprinter
Prod spaceless

Lyrics:
Turn me up, got a lil red in the sprite
Russian roulette, see who's dying tonight
I'm with my boy and I roll with a nine
Tryna go passed me, 
Bitch, they dying

I'm in a wraith you can't see cos I'm flying
Sipping so much red, I feel like I'm fine
Tell 'em it's up. it's up
Mask on my face, you can't see my eyes

This girl so bad she a dime
They ain't on smoke, they just talk online
AP, not regular time
Hop on your track and I'm making it mine

Turn me up, bitch
Let's go, let's get it
Aim for your top, 
Straight aim for your fitted
Counting up the money, 
Bitch, I walk and go and get it
Going in and out the bank,
I been doing this a minute

Do this shit my whole life
Going out bad, they crying
Living my life on live
Came with the smoke, but I think that's a lie

I got a brand new chain,
Put pain on my neck
Can't play my game
Can't play with my set
I don't care about fame, 
Want hundreds and a jet 
I'll take the blame
Talk crazy, get whacked

I'll turn it up, burn it up
Bitch, I not heard of ya
Count it up slowly, 
I'm not in a hurry, yuh
Act like they know me,
I drop and I switch it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it up

Got a drop top, bitch
Too fast
Cut off the roof and I'm throwing out cash
Switching the lanes, and I'm hitting the dash
Talking so crazy, that choppa gone blast

Play with my team, my set
Get whacked
Counting up all this cash, oh well 
Living my life on a jet, too fast
I don't give a fuck about a threat,
Let's crash

Turn me up, got a lil red in the sprite
Russian roulette, see who's dying tonight
I'm with my boy and I roll with a nine
Tryna go passed me, 
Bitch, they dying

I'm in a wraith you can't see cos I'm flying
Sipping so much red, I feel like I'm fine
Tell 'em it's up. it's up
Mask on my face, you can't see my eyes

This girl so bad she a dime
They ain't on smoke, they just talk online
AP, not regular time
Hop on your track and I'm making it mine

Turn me up, bitch
Let's go, let's get it
Aim for your top, 
Straight aim for your fitted
Counting up the money, 
Bitch, I walk and go and get it
Going in and out the bank,
I been doing this a minute

Do this shit my whole life
Going out bad, they crying
Living my life on live
Came with the smoke, but I think that's a lie

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

Sprinter
@mandemm

Lyrics:
Turn me up, got two drinks at the party 
Can’t be posing in the photos, I’m an OG 
Why they keep on talking like they know me?Me and mandem fuck it, up we ball like Kobe (Kobe!)

Mandem send the beat, this shit get gnarly
Up all night, and I can’t feel my body
I go rockstar, Ed Hardy
Mandem moving out just like the army 

I- I don’t do pills, these boys fake enough
Signed a deal and he get soft 
I’m in the hills, I got the guns in a trunk
Hitting the stage and I’m fucking it up 
Ask for a feat and you pushing your luck 
I step on the beat, 
Bitch, I’m stepping in blood

All new margielas
these boys can’t tell us, no 
All black, Goodfellas 
Prada on, no filas
Ride with the felons 
Cross on my necklace 

I been living reckless
Shooters on my guest list
Keep it true, don’t turn around 
Keep it true, don’t turn around 

Chain on my neck but don’t change on me
Chain on my neck but don’t change on me
Chain on my neck but don’t change on me
Change on me, yeah yeah 

Turn me up, got two drinks at the party 
Can’t be posing in the photos, I’m an OG 
Why they keep on talking like they know me?Me and mandem fuck it, up we ball like Kobe (Kobe!)

Mandem send the beat, this shit get gnarly
Up all night, and I can’t feel my body
I go rockstar, Ed Hardy
Mandem moving out just like the army

MANDEM (prod. mandem)

farella