Feeling Me

tell me what u want prod dreiuz

box bitch nigga out socks
no tempo
glock
swings
3 stocks clean
broke mentalll
im 
the type of nigga
smile bloody in my dentall
crazy nigga
n i could get it popping from da get go
bitch i get da money
cheddar cheese
n ts simple
da vest
work
chest pick her legs up easy
never been a bitch i give a fuck if niggas needy
its fuck niggas might jus black the fuck out when dey see me
clutching on dis steel i cant address shi wit opponents
da panic settles in im feeling rushes
thru my bones and
fuck a being broke my name is cash das for a reason
i slide back dropp off mag
its sun season
cut nigga off
das by his head
for any treason
i cant admitt
i might plead the 5th
if niggas snake me
jump out wit dis weapon
its equipped ts in hd
i get to shooting
off da backfoot
jus like im boxing

sun szn prod ju

dun rokk

dun rokk @try1thing @sur6ery #Anc

aint nothing to me prod fashionist s2k

so what?  @sseevvvs

BAY ROLL (wooly/1alx‬/kz1of1‬ )

Produced by Fashionist 

[Intro]
Flow 98.7
Flow 98.7
53B Steeles East, Eastbound towards Markham
Eastbound towards Markham
Uh, yo', yo'

[Chorus]
In the room, I fuck shit up (Yeah)
Lock in, bitch, I'm gassed up
Lean back, my fuckin' mask up
Phone ring, my fuckin' racks up
No talk, bitch, we gon' act up, yeah, yo'
No talk, bitch, we gon' act up 
No talk, bitch, he gon' act up 

[Verse]
No talk, bitch, you gon' act up
Told my twin, bitch, "I don't want more"
He just mad, cause he never had none (Uh)
I'ma chill out, yo'
I'ma chill out, I smoke the pack, bruh 
My lil' brother, pushin' mag, bruh
My lil' brother, push him back, bruh, yeah (Yo')
Fuck niggas, left my side, that shit gonna get me up (Buh-buh-buh-bow)
Fuck niggas, left my side, that shit gonna get me up
I don't need you and your clout, like bitch, your music, it suck
Niggas dick-suck for clout, that's why yo' brother in a rush
I just count up all the bands, that's why there's no reason to rush (Yo', yo', yo')

[Chorus]
In the room, I fuck shit up (Yeah)
Lock in, bitch, I'm gassed up
Lean back, my fuckin' mask up
Phone ring, my fuckin' racks up
No talk, bitch, we gon' act up, yeah, yo'
No talk, bitch, we gon' act up 
No talk, bitch, he gon' act up 

[Verse]
No talk, bitch, you gon' act up
Told my twin, bitch, "I don't want more"
He just mad, cause he never had none (Uh)
I'ma chill out, yo'
I'ma chill out, I smoke the pack, bruh 
My lil' brother, pushin' mag, bruh
My lil' brother, push him back, bruh, yeah (Yo')
Fuck niggas, left my side, that shit gonna get me up (Buh-buh-buh-bow)
Fuck niggas, left my side, that shit gonna get me up
I don't need you and your clout, like bitch, your music, it suck
Niggas dick-suck for clout, that's why yo' brother in a rush
I just count up all the bands, that's why there's no reason to rush (Yo')

No Rush

Loser

The pieces of music presented to you are confessions, many tackle the topics of unfaithfulness, violence, drug abuse, separation, and most importantly, Pain. These are my battles with Renzo as he discusses his emotions in these tracks, this isn't for everyone, but if you show interest, I hope my messages will reach your mind! ENJOY WHILE IT LASTS #BLEEDDIFFERENT

BLACK WINGS FLY

HAPPYENDING

Loser

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