Tiller a goat he did Late Nights one of my favs. You killed it 

Emotional Damage (Prod. By Ralph Tiller Beats)

Cellular

switChEz n' ACTioN

switChEz n' ACTioN (Feat. Sonney Blacc)

British Broadcasting Corporation

I was about to make a love song
But I’m boutta tell this bitch I just wanna fuck
I been knowin her for some months
Ain’t got time to wait for her & her man to break up
I doubled down like I doubled my cup
I know she like me, she all on my stuff
Oh fuck, you in trouble now
My dick is addictive, if I hit it once that’s a wrap
And I’ma hit it raw, I ain’t usin no wrap
Labcorp app you can check my hoe facts
Got a BBC this ain’t BIG BLACK CAP
Gotta BBC this ain’t British Broadcasting Corporation
She want my government name, I told her it’s beep
I tell her it’s Goldie cause that’s how they know me
I just copped a pound now I’m servin ozs
She looked in my eyes & she tellin me “poke me”
Her face gone get covered with all of my semen
Her friend on the side & she like “okie dokie”
You get her on weekdays I get her on weekends
Like sza I sizzle, foshizzle my nozzle
Can’t answer her phone cause she caught in my *beep*
They call me an asshole cause I keep it realer
Than bitches that claim they love love but the EVIL
Knievel conniving they come outta hidin’
When they see me vibin’ my aura is LETHAL
I don’t fuck with people
Ulterior motives is either to heal you, get even, or like them
But I cannot hear em my visions the serum
Fuck with me & you too can glow up like a Titan
Ain’t takin no breaks, not a KitKat nigga Ain’t shit sweet, strapped, come get yo bitch back nigga
Playin with the Heat 3 Peat
2012-2013 nigga, I can say nigga cause I’m black
It’s a scary movie roll all the opps in a Shorty pack
Sorry not sorry, oh my bad
Niggas really wack tryna rap
Had to spend a stack straight from the trap
Put it on my tab
Drinkin Chardonnay in chorduroy hat got her cardiac no arrest
Put that cat to the test man this bitch is blessed
After her I told myself that I could never ever settle for less

British Broadcasting Corporation

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British Broadcasting Corporation (Goldie Made Da Beat)

Rapping To the Blue

Going out tonight

Written By: Michael Conover

Hustle like I’m hustle man, yeah it’s me 
Thirty-five on the Jersey yeah like K.D.
Used to be the young cat, now it’s O.G.
If you ridin’, if your slidin’, yeah your my homie

Addict like I gotta have it 
Boy your making static, I got the magic
Magic like it’s Orlando 
Made my Honda look like a lambo
Whole crew bang yeah,uh like Rambo

Two things that’s different, your bringing static, I got magic
Showstopper that’s cool, fanatic 
Your baby mom comes around, dramatic (oh)

One call away, you ain’t gotta panic 
Do me wrong once, then it’s tragic
Ladies take one look, there hearts dance (dance)
I ain’t got time girl, no chance (nah)
Feed me beats
Feed me beats
Im-a go deep 
Twenty years ago it was ‘03
“Coo coo”

Flippin’ burgers, boy you must be kiddin’
Got a lil’ bigger started pimpin’
Now it’s music for a livin’

Addict like I gotta have it 
Grateful for everything I ever got (straight up)
Doing doubles, always workin’ round the clock (yeah)
When it comes to this, I refuse to stop 
Let it drop 
Let it bang 
Let my nuts hang 

Feed me beats
Feed me beats
Im-a go deep 
Twenty years ago it was ‘03
Boy you must be kiddin’
“Woo hoo”

Hustle like I’m hustle man, yeah it’s me 
Thirty-five on the Jersey yeah like K.D.
Used to be the young cat, now it’s O.G.
Feelin’ like the fireman, I’m H.O.T.

Gotta have it, gotta have it, like an addict
Boy your making static, I got the magic 
One call away, you ain’t gotta panic
Do me wrong once, then it’s tragic

Addict (Prod. Nxmercy)

The Italian Job _https://soundcloud.com/the-italian-job-remix
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A.R Tokin
https://linktr.ee/artokin
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Robec The Genius
https://soundcloud.com/robec-277309038
YOUTUBE: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrfGLBIS0WPYGIgdRsqCo4w

DOUBLE O SEVEN (Prod. The Italian Job)

You got me so fucked up now.... Fucked Up 

How'd ya do what ya do to me, so long, feeling free, feel that tightness in my chest, anxiety, I'm Paranoid, I don't, even know how to breath, I struggle even to speak, can you see all the pain, I 
You don't you can't, you won't, you don't know how I feel. 

Anxiety got me, the paranoia taking control, I feel it restrictive and cold, destroying my trust, not letting me grow... 

cause inside I'm dying to cry. On the outside living this lie, your destructive and telling me lies, lie after lie, try after try, try after try. 

You got me so fucked up now.... Fucked Up 

How'd ya do what ya do to me, so long, feeling free, feel that tightness in my chest, anxiety, I'm Paranoid, I don't, even know how to breath, I struggle even to speak, can you see all the pain, I 
You don't you can't, you won't, you don't know how I feel. 

You can't know how I feel, 

All the things that you've done, all the things that you've said, all the ways that you made me feel, you don't know how I feel. 

Emotional Damage (Prod. By Ralph Tiller Beats)

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