Dreamz (ft. Hibbstorious) I'm here Pt.1

Good- Bye

Mistakes Of A Brother

Oh Lord

Like A Hornet

Story of My Life Pt. 1

Beat by Beast inside beats

You don't know anything about me 
Been through hell and still cold sits in and out me 
Laughing at me loudly it's cool I hate the sounding 
So don't make a sound that way you end up safe soundly 
Rounding decimals up then dividing throughout cuts 
Just because I'm innocent doesn't mean I didn't have ruts 
Just because I'm into this doesn't mean I'm into sluts 
But enough about stuff that doesn't tip the tough
Real life be teaching lessons cause the real can never lessen
Pac and Big were the best then but now we're getting to the top
I'm guessing Uzi and Yachty be more blessed then Pac
And Kodac beats 'Confessions' or anything with pop (hahaha yeah right!)
See that's the problem but I'm done with this topic 
I'm hearing toxic prospects hiding in their own fucking closets
Causing chaotic comics to hit young one's conscience 
Coughing cause they're cautious causes the silence  in the coffins

Another metaphor no more gore a metaphor
Another metaphor no more gore a metaphor
Another metaphor fuck the war metaphors
Change the war and we're for sure like we fucking met before X2


Like we met before like we met before
Peace can be in pieces when a piece pieced in war
Like we met before so tugging like it's tug-a-war
Now we struggling more Cause war was more what we  endure 
From the shore to shore floor to the core we kill to kill
invisible to fill the feeling we want but we surely will 
The glass is half filled but still and will surely spill 
If it's half killed or gone it still is goin' to spill
Isn't that crazy the equations 
The way our brain works and the emotions that are taken
Waiting on some statements that state how much we makin'
But when it comes 'cation we can't vacate our own placement
we can't eat our own cake and take it where we bake it 
It's like we only taste it and forget how much we making
and the truth will still be told we're the realest out their waiting

Metaphors

One day I swear to god I won't walk outside and wonder why the world is so big; it'll be my foot print that indents the world