The flow is fire yo voice is fire you just fire 🔥🔥

can you check yo dms I've been trying to talk to u

I come back to this song every time I need something to cheer me up its just a pure work of art

UNRELEASED PANGAEA SINGLE
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LYRICS:

“How could you ever be proud of yourself?”
“I’ve never been prouder.”

Rolling too deep, with a pack full of muds
I got cross-eyed faded, hit her back with a buzz
Thats a 2 time grammy, when I’m under-feeling love
In a Memphis sample, chop it up, it a cut

Cuttin' mob ties, god five, separate the blood
Red veins bleed blue, does that make me ‘merica?
Cause the white bleed blue, now my soul indigo, pack the-
Purple in da pipe, now we smokin’ da indica

40oz, Johnny Dang, rolling with da contraband
Gucci umbrella, for when her tears getting out her face
Human race, the only race, where you can get a fucking stake
And stab my heart, hope insurance can cover the blood stains

Depths of this pit, just making me laugh
Got 40 psycho exes covering ‘merican maps
I’ma love when they discover the merit of facts
Memories linger like you a ghost in the past

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev' for the feds
(2x)

-

Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz 
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth 
40 acres, still no steps 
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red-

-

As hollow as tree’s do, might see what the keef do
I’m labeled as crazy, point fingers at you too
I ain’t concerned at the plot at what she do-
Tears full of cheating, does she know that we knew?

I might go wax on the pen, off Miyagi
I am too high to accept your apology
Eyes getting glassy, I know you ain’t sorry
Dead-beat bitch, I ain’t pray to a phoney-

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

Graveyard shift workin' 9 to a 5
I don't need percocet's, cause the weed do fine 
Perci' to perci-seconds, I feel a major high 
I've been running too long, now my spirit don't fly

I see no future, casino my mutual 
Fearing the cure and I, drink at my funeral 
Holes in they head while they eatin' their cereal 
The cross upside down, cause the feeling is mutual

-

Her teeth got diamonds, mine's got chips
'fore they past that rolling blitz 
I'ma need my holy bitch
This might be my only stitch
Eyes cut wide, I see no depth 
40 acres, still no steps 
Lucifer, I need my rep
On my walls, the blood stain red...

-

Only one time for the dead to be dead 
I'll be damned if my blood bleed red 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds 
Skin my corpse, no ev for the feds
(2x)

ONLY ONE TIME

🅂🄿🄾🅃🄸🄵🅈

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐀

BIG TULSA
LYRICS:

Dead spot, terrified
This shit could make-
Nun’s cry

Five four, drivin’ by
Better think’
‘bout ride or die

Three two, refuse to die
Label it a homicide

One, zero
Sleepy time
Label it-
A homicide
-
How you feeling off that Gosha? 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Why ya running with these vultures?
Laying wire like a soldier

Know you looking for a shoulder 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Bank account, I shouldn’t told ya 
40 acres, up in Tulsa
-
For my severance, I got little leverage
I won’t meet your parents, cause they hella selfish

They breeding beauty, now she serving duty, cause her figures missing, no support for dreamin’

Sorry children, this ain’t wicked fiction, cannot look at these bitches, I wish they we’re thinkin’

Hailing down, just like a rainy evening, I got more in me, pour forty four for da drinkin’
-
Blood on my lips, it’s turning toxic, fallin’
Call what it is, I’m really sorry, call it
Lesson learnin’ from the preacher, facetious
It's kinda ironic, that Adderal that need us

Mask up my neck, they can’t see us
Move in silence, ninjas, came to healin'
Angel, even if I knew your demons-
Couldn’t help, my aura only fleeting...

Chap up my lips, we can make out what love is-
Wrap up this shit, cause I’m hurting and hugging
Fucking’ concussion, Im straight to the cutting, white
Lie after line, and these bottles be thumpin’

Rolling on floors, cause da lower the better, it-
make me forget that my lovers in my sweaters
After all the dust and debris has settled-
I’m the one that had to pick up the rubble.
-
Dead spot, terrified
This shit could make-
Nun’s cry

Five four, drivin’ by
Better think’
‘bout ride or die

Three two, refuse to die
Label it a homicide

One, zero
Sleepy time
Label it-
A homicide
-
How you feeling off that Gosha? 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Why ya running with these vultures?
Laying wire like a soldier

Know you looking for a shoulder 
Bad bitch, Oklahoma
Bank account, I shouldn’t told ya 
40 acres, up in Tulsa

TULSA

𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐀

VOODOOOOOO

Produced by Nodslie & Greco
Written By Greco & SIIYA

LYRICS:

How ya been?
How ya been?
I’m alright
That's alright

I know you just missed your flight but
I see voodoo in your eyes

In my sin-
I might sin
I just slid in
For the night

I know you just missed your flight 
So I’ma stay here for that

-

Chanel con Voodoo 
How my wrist catch evil spirits?
When that bitch Givenchy fitted-
See that Devil wearing Prada
Make them-

Broads gone cuckoo
I’m both Dolce and Gabbana
Know she really found a victim
Feeling potent, met my limits-
For the year

-

Uh, know voodoo hurt
Bad Juju in the dirt
Greco hardly need to flirt

Name drop on my shirt-
She started lowerin' her skirt-
Like she just broke the curse, these-
Voodoo women could be worse

We in a spare bedroom, with the nightlight
Because we had to break away from limelights
But in hindsight, I hold the Mai Thais
Cause I’m trailing off, I needa FindMy

Internet, oxygen, wifi-
I'm mistaking these bitches for my type
And even if I have a hard time-
I’ma go find mine

How ya been?
How ya been?
I’m alright
That's alright

I know you just missed your flight but
I see voodoo in your eyes

In my sin-
I might sin
I just slid in
For the night

I know you just missed your flight 
So I’ma stay here for that

-

Chanel con Voodoo 
How my wrist catch evil spirits?
When that bitch- Givenchy fitted-
See that Devil wearing Prada
Make them-

Broads gone cuckoo
I’m both Dolce and Gabbana
Know she really found a victim
Feeling potent, met my limits-
For the year

-

We living highlights
She live by co-sign
Catch me in showtime
War on the front line
I miss the front line
Troopers in love like-
Army this amarda
She cutting all lines

She give me a hard time
Voodoo this Juju, might takeover
Mob ties
I gotta co sign
Hold me like co-lead
Sick off that codeine
I’ve had enough of the old me

How ya been?
How ya been?
I’m alright
That's alright

I know you just missed your flight but
I see voodoo in your eyes

In my sin-
I might sin
I just slid in
For the night

I know you just missed your flight 
So I’ma stay here for that

-

Chanel con Voodoo 
How my wrist catch evil spirits?
When that bitch Givenchy fitted-
See that Devil wearing Prada
Make them-

Broads gone cuckoo
I’m both Dolce and Gabbana
Know she really found a victim
Feeling potent, met my limits-
For the year

VOODOO

𝐕𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐎

1:35am/Rent freestyle

COUGARS ON THE FINSTA !!

LYRICS:
Cougars in da pictures, you might think its Nat Geo
Soft-core porn, where ya man, I don't see him
If its getting hot, know da bravado interfering
They wonder if I’m hot, I said "nah I guarantee it."
-
Flying private privately, no TSA when boardin’
Livin’ in Italy, so by now we ain’t a tourist
Dinner for da winners, y’know the stars up in the buildin’
Scratch that off da bucket list, da posse met da budget

Taping me everyday, you can hear my fucking theme song
You say I’m on the fence, that ain’t right, but you ain't wrong
Put on a mic on me and the press just started asking-
“Why my global takeover taking so damn long”

Thats the heart of independent, just shows ya
Claim you got no lord, but ya land lord loves ya
Living under scopes like that national geographic
I'm tearing up, I’m leading, da capital demographic

Mine for tonight, da law of most attraction
Skippin' Miami, cause I ain’t fuckin’ with da traffic
Come in all dramatic, playing victim, ain’t it tragic?
This that new new, why ya brain still Jurassic?

Twinin’ like a Gemini, ain’t fucking with a Taurus
I’ma Rex, an Apex of da jungle, like tyrannosaurus
Dino dodging da meteors, I been dodging da media
Betting ya, 7 figures, I’m shaking up this medium

Fuckin’ up da market, cause my balance is immaculate
Coming in, I’m bangin', I got like seven g’s to value it
Why I gotta connection, affection, I ain’t start shit
They pickin’ pockets to rob and they started looking counterfeit

-Spotted leopard, she got vitiligo
Might be getting higher on supply, but really I don’t
Wantin’ da world together, Pangaea ain’t a dino
National Geographic, da only channel I know...
-
Cougars in da pictures, you might think its Nat Geo
Softcore porn, where ya man, I don't see him
If its getting hot, know da bravado interfering
They wonder if I’m hot, I said "nah I guarantee it."

Flying private privately, no TSA when boardin’
Livin’ in Italy, so by now we ain’t a tourist
Dinner for da winners, y’know the stars up in the buildin’
Scratch that off da bucket list, da posse met da budget
-
National, Geographic, panoramic

National, Geographic, photographic

National, Geographic, for da culture

National, Geographic, we lavish

NATGEO*

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐆𝐄𝐎*

MaNiA! (prod. Sapjer)

RUN WITH THE SPARROWS

LYRICS:

Runnin’ with sparrows
Got the whole flock due, block two, vendeta
And how she’d shake them feathers, you’d think that’s sparrow
And this whip, click, chirp, we indulge in the shadows

-

We been the sparrow, feining, with de fleet and-
She started ‘Aphrodite’, that love thy Greek
N’ ‘fore cutting Mesa’s, seen sum bad siamese-
get-togethers, go-uhn, flaunt ya feathers, I know-

Population rollin’ single scroll so- 
When I’m naming ‘em batch-uh-bitches, as “The Pharaohs” the-
Honest terminology, pair of “Fair Hoes”
It ain’t nun’ to do, when they back it like Sparrow

I could still care less, I like it caramel
And how they bring it back, it’s like it’s show and tell
The upper sand dunes, getting broad’s temple
It’s the way she flaunting, like I might need uh *****

Messa Oasis, still a ways a way still
I had some hunches, camel-back, they wear still
So we left in good state, bad bitch neighbor
I haven’t even made it through my day still

Ain’t what “U C”, can’t be seen, only sought it
It’s what “I C”, turns my icon, to iconic
Birds started chirp, tell his land-lord I bought it
I got lil’ sparrow, I can spare, for the grotto

Fuck court-side, bench tickets
Traveling, like I got sense who did it
One look and thats their 10th digit, so- 
Many countries, said “Mi Amore” to a French bitch…

-

Run with the sparrows
-and ya body still flaunt Con Stretto
-and she shake them feathers, you’d think them sparrow
-and she hold them keys, to a temple

Runnin’ with sparrows
Got the whole flock due, block two, vendeta
And how she’d shake them feathers, you’d think that’s sparrow
And this whip, click, chirp, we indulge in the shadows

We been the sparrow, feining, with de fleet and-
She started ‘Aphrodite’, that love thy Greek
N’ ‘fore cutting Mesa’s, seen sum bad siamese-
get-togethers, go-uhn, flaunt ya feathers, I know-

SPARROW

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

foil ft. Coskies

SKRT SKRT

LYRICS:

Watch how I move
Watch how they move
Watch how I move
Watch how they move

Watch how I move
Why should I move?
Why should I move?
Watch how I move

-

Quick coupe, fast car-
This shit speeding down the road like it’s NASCAR
Nigga's know I keep that thunder like its Asgard
I be preaching out them facts, pastor

Me my bro, yeah we speeding on the freeway
Caught an op, nah he don’t get no leeway
When it comes to this shit I’m the DJ
If a nigga wanna talk I call a PJ

*ring* I’m here…

See nosebleeds, da coke, da whip disease
We no lease, da whip, got quick-release
Red on go, not handing over keys

Mad at the class, ya should order a coffin- and da
Smoke filled the air, from da drift, now she coughin' and so-
Seeing as it is, red-handed, da culprit
I admit... played a crucial part in fucking yo bitch

Monster for da watch, it cost me 10 bens
If they scribble down my sins, they might need new pen
Interstate they coppin’, but bitch we on ten
If my car lookin’ hot, we needa new VINNNNN

Quality insurance, I been moving, I got Aflac
Broads whippin’ donuts, I admit, thata Hatchback
Startin’ arguements, I ain’t lookin for that sass back
She pushed to start, my car ‘ready has that

Ram-bo-ghini in dis bitch
Stay in yo lane, musta lee me stalone
Hit that drift with a EEEE
Hop outta whip, she dizzy, getta grip

4 on the dash, I ain’t tryna meet ya dad
Mad with the lash, we don’ pay this in cash
Looking at my stocks, she might see my NASDAQ
I got 20 thousand dollars in my grin like WOOO

-

Watch how I move
Watch how they move
Watch how I move
Watch how they move

Watch how I move
Why should I move?
Why should I move?
Watch how I move

-

Reachin' top speeds like aphetamines
Skrt-skrt-skrt by my enemies
Car stalled out, ain't ahead of me
Konlono calmin' down, got a remedy

Got a fast whip, race in NASCAR
Twin turbos V12, fast car
Bitch I ain't ever usin' buspars
Shit too weak so I take bars...

NASCAR

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 (𝐟𝐭. 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐨 & 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞)

DID YOU JUST HEAR THAT SHHH*
(I produced this mf)

LYRICS:
Livin’ C.O. for the cause, I’m the goat
Changing da script on OG, now it’s "Joe"
Co-signin’ da pair of her tits, need ‘em both
So if her name ring a bell, needa go, UGH

You so, bent, y’outta shape, negelct
Tight ass, all-terrain, now that a stretch like-
Breakin' the bank wasn’t good enough
Her phone lack reception, you think she gon’ cope?

Putting this boat on the map, now you gonna witness
Bring the steam in this switzerland fitted winters
Fresh off the boat, where my grand pops from
Italiano stir da meltin' pot-

Why you only help yourself out?
Thats not Pangaea, copped out
Go ahead, knock yourself out...
Go ‘head, knock yourself out.

What, Uh?
What, Uh?
Livin’ Contemporary Continental
Stars in building, we see Nostradamus

Cissy Houston, cut da confusion
Do not take me back, I’m free and about to abuse it
I got validation from da mirrors image
Greetin’ salutations to da credit limit

ATV’S donuts on 80 acres, courtside-
Winners circle just like LA Lakers
This da Gods land, we sharing fellow prayers
When my sun sets, I’m going upstairs

Cut the-
cell service, up in Montana
Angelic property in Santana, needin’
Full rinse, and some washed hands, you can’t fake this 
Fully continental like-

What does this land make you think of?

Yea bitch
Fully continential image
Contemporary, how we did this...
Fully continential image

Know these acres are my privledge
Land carved in my image
40 acres, now ya witness
50 acres, now my vision

60 acres in my season
They don’t want to, but they need us
Make great color, thesis
Land carved by Jesus

Yea bitch-
Fully continential image
Contemporary, how we did this
Fully continential image
Contemporary, how we did this

Contemporary Continental

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋

LONG TIME AGO
-
Credits:
Produced by Bryann & Greco
Written by Greco
Performances from: 
Greco, Bryann, Liv Mason, Ella Strooke, Trinity Noelhart
Distributed through 'Greco Creative'
-

LYRICS:

Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like Isis
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

All all
All, bad, bitches, up, Memphis
Cut to the beat, cut, cut to dependance
Lord on da back, she serve double sentence
Down no round, need swerve my intentions

-

How ya so fleek? Needa back that shit up
Why ya so quiet? Turn that ratchet shit up
Noise in da back, I’m like 4 rounds drunk
Take on the tab, dat shit adds up

Wine on her bra, tryna dine at the club
That’s what ya get, mix da class, wit a buzz
Eye’s gon’ split, 4 rounds too-fucked, 2-
Broads, Siamese, I’m too turnt up like-

-

Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like Isis
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

-

Bad lil’ thing, she got midlife crisis
Bad to da bone, she a freak, like bite this
Straight to the point, jump man, jump Michael
Land of da new, this the new whip title

All all
All, bad, bitches, up, Memphis
Cut to the beat, cut, cut to dependance
Lord on da back, she serve double sentence
Down no round, need swerve my intentions

-

I’ll tell ya what it is
Issa Aperol and Spritz
If they mixin’ da alcohol
See dem’ no spitters quit

Theres some caution, in ballin’
No dress, throw a fit
You best not look at me
There’s only pride in this bitch

Stars in the building, I’m losing my phone cell
Orbitin’ these females, the motive, I can’t tell
She spreading the sheets, and that’s my queue to exhale
Can’t spell “thats my excellence” without “thats my ex cell”

Now let me take you back to the beginning, only better
If Minnie Mouse, got tail, then I might let her in my sweaters
Her father tryna reach her, girl ya know you better answer
Now she-
Talkin’ through that Greco song, fuck it I’m getting fed up

Using sophisticated vocabulary, to my bedroom
I don’t mind if you givin’ brain, cause I got headroom
Kitty wit da cat in da hat, that’s mas-Suess
If this is an occasion, my specialty is my exit

LONG TIME AGO

𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐎

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