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Act A F00L (FREEstyle) Prod. Syndrome

Just a little something to show all of you what I've been up too.  
I own no rights to any of these tracks.
written, recorded, and mixed by Myself.
produced by others.
all tracks made in this playlist were done fro recreation, not for profit.




Enjoy !

The GLOW

WAVES.  

Something different, for people that are looking for something different.  This isn't Rap, Trap, or Hip-Hop.  It's energy.  Real music inspired by real life.  One of the first of many along my journey.

However, until I get there, Im riding my waves. . . 
All the way home.
  
 Beats produced by Aldamane & Sevoebeatz.
Recorded & mixed by me
"Lost in my Wayves" - mixed byPurge beats.
Cover art by "Wheezleboy"

TRIP (prod by Aldamane)

Student Teacher (Prod. by Aldamane)

Hold up (Prod. by Aldamane)

Waves (Prod. by Aldamane)

Lost In my Wayves (prod. by Sevoebeatz)

Tell me who b doing shit like me?

Pushing 13 on da daily

bullshit that they play, don’t
Phase me.
Your idols playing fake
So it ain’t me.


It’s crazy,
Going for 4 years n
They ain’t pay me.
maybe, they’ll hate me,
Just For callin it all out,
Fuck it they degrade me- times hunnid.
So maybe

I’m just a diamond in the dozen.
But they showing love

I’m hunting.

Still fuckin hunting like,
I got Rambo stripes,
I got Air Force strikes,
Im in my same- old school NIGHks,
Dropping bombs you see me im like
Kites,.
Bitch I’m over you.
I control my view,
I been out since 2,
Whippin home while you -
Sleepin -
Or creepin- on some boujie hoe trippin.
I be working i ain’t never
be caught slippin, I ain’t joe.
i forecast this shit,
best blast this shit,
Right Straight out that class I hit,
62 BarZ just to go and get some SLEEP.
But damn dawg I remembered..
Gotta be up @ 5am.

Tell me who b doing shit like me?

Pushing 13 on da daily

bullshit that they play, don’t
Phase me.
Your idols playing fake
So it ain’t me.

Made my own luck,
I got 13 up in my veins.
I ain’t listen to a bitch,
Im a DOG that can b trained.
I ain’t thirsty 4 the FAME.
I’m thirsty for the RAIN Bitch
Cause I swear this DROUGHT right here,
Is the shit that made me.
It’s crazy.
Did what I said, watch that bread, RISE.
Slowly on the come up,
, take this bitch
from the fucking side,

can’t see me.
No wishes genie,
They need da visuals.
That’s when they believe me.
Got me feelin like WALT
Dey eyes glued to the TV.

It ain’t fiction.
It’s all reality

N i Know my soldiers proud of me.
soul of a sparT in me,
Bet 300 on a pack,
Cause I Know I got that spark on me,
Yea I been callin ,
N these bitches still Parkin me?.
I can’t let that be.
My mission be,
That my family see,
every dime, go to this legacy.
Dats that family tree.
pops done named me G.
Starting in the dirt,
But i was BORN To be KING.
Now look at the kid.
Hustling.
Gettin his Ass up @ 5am.
Tell me
2:24


They say there’s paper, but I ain’t see it.
Say you a Man,m. But you ain’t be it
Till you got every single thing-
Mufukin Independent
Nd I ain’t takin bout a pendant,
N I ain’t talking bout ice,
I ain’t talking bout a bitch,
Or popping bottles all night.
I’m taking death- and life
All at the same time.
Got me like a zombie,
Time I’m living on ain’t mine-
Damn
Put my heart in thee,
You see my fatality,
Still ain’t on da source ,
wondering why
they ain’t fuck wit me.
Luckily ,. . .
There’s a million ways to get this cash.
Bustin ass.
Rose from grass,
Fuck the trash,
Time to get this money and we
Dont Wanna ASK no questions
I ain’t up n your section.
For a reason.
Getting what we came for,
And we ain’t leavin.

Mad FLEX (Prod. by  MELO G)

Said i finna do it.
Dey call me crazy.
Yea they call me young.
Cause my face baby,
Fuck it.
I was rolling hoe-ling, smokin,
in that bucket.
Know it hurt my mama,
No emotion I said fuck it.

Had to get on the road.
This comfort all I know.
Reaching ceilin> feelings,
We don’t wanna talk.
Words r conversations,
If you ain’t tryna walk.
Thats word 2 Da mac.
Reason why my shit stay packed
Packed x3
Every fucking day


I feel like Dre,
When I be fuckign up the beat.
Raised to go n get it.
Only way I eat
That’s my way,
Like i own da driveway -
backseat pimpin.
Same shit different day
I get my pay, and I’m not trippin.
I said it’s happening,
What the fucks impossible.
I’m jumping over walls,
Like I design da obstacle.
It’s 12 below,
if you add me it makes a difference.
Made my own luck,
Yellin 13 in the kitchen.
N I ain’t MS,
Nor am i norteño.
But the number b the sign,
Why I ain’t spend da time.
To grab a nine,
And let my head go.


Fuck it.
Cause I can’t let it drip.
I need my ice to drip.
But I ain’t even trippin,
If my mama got her crib.
Paid 4.
No ask 4.
Loans from JP MORGAN.
They keep your money safe,
I’m the safe that shit b stolen.
From yo pocket,
So best watch it,
b4 the opps in,
before they close in,
Dey trynna put my clothes in, mean while these bitches still foldin,
Shit from my old load,
I still got mo,
But I swear, they b fuckin up my promo
But I don’t swing low.
I keep my shit up ok the table.
Might lead to my demise.
But when 1 falls, another rise.
Yea.
Got to much pride,
To let this shit go.
Since I turned 18,
Everything been 4 this road.
Every dollar, every cash.
Every beat, every ash.
I been doing all the shit,
That they done asked- me
Not 2 do.
What this to you,
All yo bullshit b
Melton my iglo...
I swear my ears glued,
To the whispers callin,
I’m immune to the bitches,
But this vision keep on hauntin,
Alike my soul to god,
i out my whole spawn in.

That’s why when I walk in,
Look u straight I’m talking ,
If you tellin lies,
I ain’t got time- bitch I’m walk-in.
Before I walk in.
My hand inside that wall.
I ain’t thinking straight,
I done broke it Last fall.
Damn
Smoke mo, trip less.
Remember having more fun,
Without the neckless.
Now we reckless,
Living for today
Cause everything I borrowed

Letter from Baby Face (Prod by Melo G

having premonitions,
hear GOD callin.
He told me go n iBET ON me.
So I put my all in
Fuck it I’m the spawn in.
The only one responding.
They talkin bout the ICE,
man I’m talking bout he bond in,
How I’m living!
So how you feelin ?
Roll it, park it, pop it, spark it-
Straight up to the ceiling.
This is what you get, when you be
Living for the weekend.
Yea my days r busy,
But you ain’t never catch me sleepin.
Every week - in,
Specially on the weekend.
Brown boy on that fence,.
Man I know they see me peepin. Dawg
I can’t be weakend.
I got the glow of heavens.
That’s why I’m still pushing,
Even on hour 27 of that work.

Push it while my stomach hurt,
Push it while while my mind be flirt,
With the DEATH,
I know I’m deaf,
I NEVER listen to what hey told me!
Unless you in the ground then damn,
Everyone below me.
Less you my homie.
Then we ridin till it POP.
My pops always get it,
So I get it till I DROP.
money DONT stop.
Unless I, got some shit to say about it.
Now they like my shit,
But I still remember when they doubted? Ha

having premonitions,
hear GOD callin.
He told me bet ON me.
So I put my all in
Fuck it I’m the spawn in.
The only one responding.
They talkin bout the ICE,
man I’m talking bout he bond in,
How I’m living!

So how you living dawg ?

This how I’m living dawg

God Callin (Prod. by Melo G)

5am shit (Prod. by Melo G)

CLEAN CRIB
Clearin all the bags,
Man I swear I got a clean crib.
been knocking on da door,
Dey been wondering :
“who da fucks this kid ?!”.
All up in my scene, and he
Ain’t even no GANGSTA.
I was born to fire
Thats why my souls in his wire



I been drinking more than I should,
I been heated like match to wood.
I done did it shit cause I could.
Got yo boy turning, learnin,
I be burning through the motha fuckin wood

Legends arent born, man they was built.
All I got is just what I spilt.
Every dollar n every scene.
Hadda get it n intervene.
Now hey questionin where I been.
Think I was hitched man,
Spitting kin.
But I ain’t let it,
Get under my skin.
You take a loss, just to take a win.
You dehydrated - we ain’t hating Drankn gin.
That’s how it be.
Man what a key.
Felt sum confidence,
And I was he.
Man I fee me.

Clean crib
Clearin all the bags,
I swear I got a new crib.
been knocking on da door,
Dey been wondering :
“who da fucks this kid ?!”.
All up in my scene, and he
Ain’t even no GANGSTA.
I was born to fire
Thats why my souls in his wire

I been tempted, I can’t lie.
They got me thinking, contemplating
Bout , . . switching sides,
The tide don’t care.
This life ain’t fair.
Fuck, ride in the whip,
If you can pay that fare.
Get one chance boy,
This I swear.
Man they don’t care.
Bitch I don’t care.
This life ain’t fair.
And I don’t care


Clean crib
Clearin all the bags,
Man I swear I got a clean crib.
been knocking on da door,
Dey been wondering :
“who da fucks this kid ?!”.
All up in my scene, and he
Ain’t even no GANGSTA.
I was born to fire
Thats why my souls in his wire


I got time, less 4 Savin.
Lately my back seat, feelin more and more,
Just like a haven.
Ohh noOo -don’t look back.
Couple pints of brew, n I think ’m cool where I’m at.
Felt dat ease as I pack,
“Pack some mo”
I seen that thang burnin like it,
Burn into my soul.
Fuck it.
This how I live mo,

C.EAN CRIB (Prod by Melo G)

F I G G Y
LA & OC Born and raised.
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