6th sense w/ felix (prod me)

produced by ivvys (@ivvvys)

[lyrics]
on my own now
i can’t back up for nobody that I don’t love
i can’t please nobody so I show off
you ain’t got the balls to even show up
why even show love

why even show love
i just wanna think that I can go up
people say it’s cuz I got that good luck
she gon keep my mind up
imma blow my mind up
she was takin my time up
need to take that time off
she said that we good. that’s not what I know
they won’t look around if I would die, no
they don’t want me back, but how would I know
she the one that tell me I should die, no
never said I got none to fight, no
why can’t you just tell me what you fight for
get my racks up, that’s what I’m gon die for

on my own now
i can’t back up for nobody that I don’t love
i can’t please nobody so I show off
you ain’t got the balls to even show up
why even show love
on my own now
i can’t back up for nobody that I don’t love
i can’t please nobody so I show off
you ain’t got the balls to even show up
why even show love

show off

produced by ivvys, gxmini, and top
(@ivvvys)
(@gxminiwtf)
(@awfultop)

What could’ve made him that mad?🤔

[lyrics]
i jus walked in
2 sticks locked in
they get scared when I pop in
i hit the blunt, snottin
I spray the K when I drop in
thought he could run, drop him
one big bang and you floppin
yo bitch the one that I’m fuckin

gotta go round when the cops spin
i take the pack and unbox it
i take the bag and I’m shoppin
whatchu gon do when yo glock slip
bitch gon come get her legs split
bitch, come give me head quick
bitch, im not invested
all of these kids im inventing
i got that drake, Aubrey
why is yo bitch tryna call me
why ain’t yo bitch tryna call you
you cannot blame that on me
you cannot knock my fortune
i take the oxy in portions
i take the cap and I pour shit
i don’t got time to block him
I killed yo bro, you want him
I’m sure that’s not what you wanted
i jugg his shit now I’m wanted
yuh, swear you don’t want it
but you in a box and then lock it
yo gun is not cockin

i jus walked in
2 sticks locked in
they get scared when I pop in
i hit the blunt, snottin
I spray the K when I drop in
thought he could run, drop him
one big bang and you floppin
yo bitch the one that I’m fuckin

drop in

produced by ivvys and gxmini 
(@ivvvys)
(@gxminiwtf)

s/o dreamnote for facetiming me while I was recording this

[lyrics]
I’m makin racks, u feel me?
i prayin to god dis perc won’t kill me
stack money to the ceiling
perc kicked in. I can feel it
ur bitch want my riches
all of y’all being bitches
she want love, it ain’t fix her
I’m gettin high offa big gas

ur bitch been on me since I walked in
no, you can’t spin on me if you wanted
why you even talking?
big ass pockets
i just hope that a glock fit
you better hope that I don’t spin
I better hope that I don’t miss
i got him boxed in
he wanna talk, finna box him
i got this bitch poppin
he could not handle the moshpit
yea I can’t stand when she talkin
i cannot stand with the comments
i cannot hang with the commons
i really feel like a martian
beatin it up
i walk in and she eatin it up
i take a bean, geeked up
i take a bean, geeked up
i sip lean too much
2 3 cups, big gulp
i needa chill wit the bitcrush
i needa chill wit the bitcrush

I’m makin racks, u feel me?
i prayin to god dis perc won’t kill me
stack money to the ceiling
perc kicked in. I can feel it
ur bitch want my riches
all of y’all being bitches
she want love, it ain’t fix her
I’m gettin high offa big gas

kill me

produced by @awfultop

I call my bro, hit em up
imma get these funds
ion got no time for love
I’m wit top he got his glock 
told him “keep it on the low”
she be askin “can you show me”
I said “i don’t know”
oxy or the four
which one do you want?
I got all I need
I do what I want
you cannot be me
don’t know what you on
sippin on that green
imma throw up

where’s your man tho
finna light your man up 
don’t give a fuck bout him tho
that’s how you lost your man, woah
I feel like macho man, woah
fuck yo b.m. then I go
got no trust in you, hoe
u thought this was a game, hoe
no I cannot fold
don’t know what I said 
but you wishin I was gone
imma beat em up
imma let it blow
(imma beat em up)
(imma let it blow)

I call my bro, hit em up
imma get these funds
ion got no time for love
I’m wit top he got his glock 
told him “keep it on the low”
she be askin “can you show me”
I said “i dont know”
oxy or the four
which one do you want?
I got all I need
I do what I want
you cannot be me
don’t know what you on
sippin on that green
imma throw up

idk (prod top)

she (prod ivvys)

prod @ivvvys + @splattering

(lyrics)
get that money so I do the shit I want
smoke up in the sky, I can’t see right in the sun
bih wan’ stay the night, bih gon like the funds
I see you I fight back, you see me you run
don’t know why you’d type that
don’t know what you on
you know imma tap that
fuck her then I’m gone
I step out in all black
you know what I’m on
walk out with a Saks bag
I just bought it all

I jus poured a drop
dick up in her jaw
I don’t talk
they all think I’m soft
pop the top off
I’m gon pop the top off
pullin a glock
you don’t spin no block

get that money so I do the shit I want
smoke up in the sky, I can’t see right in the sun
bih wan’ stay the night, bih gon like the funds
I see you I fight back, you see me you run
don’t know why you’d type that
don’t know what you on
you know imma tap that
fuck her then I’m gone
I step out in all black
you know what I’m on
walk out with a Saks bag
I just bought it all

fight back (ivvys suffers)

omg (prod me)

prod. @ivvvys

lyrics:
pockets fat like my ex girl
i count the racks in the tesla
you wanna slide, then lets go
i swear that she cant let go
im finna put her legs up
put that stick to the test, uh
shoot right thru ur vest, uh
they know that i am the best
i do not care bout the rest, uh
you know that i get bread
i need some money to rest on
needa stop taking these meds
percs gon make me a mess, uh
bih dont wanna confess
i cannot stay for less, uh
spray that clip, make you duck
i feel like scrooge mc. duck
do not try ur luck
thats not what you want
i cannot shop at pacsun
give this bih some backshots
cant get ur bih back, huh
(cant get ur bih back, huh)

S-T-A-R-K-E-Y
they done really put me on the mic
bih look at you, we nothing like
I look at ur pockets, that shit tight

pockets fat like my ex girl
i count the racks in the tesla
you wanna slide, then lets go
i swear that she cant let go
im finna put her legs up
put that stick to the test, uh
shoot right thru ur vest, uh
they know that i am the best
i do not care bout the rest, uh
you know that i get bread
i need some money to rest on
needa stop taking these meds
percs gon make me a mess, uh
bih dont wanna confess
i cannot stay for less, uh

Tesla (Prod. Ivvys)

stats off bc the song got botted
im not reuploading this shit bro

produced by @dreamno7e
mixed by me

lyrics:

maison margiela
on my trash bag
(woah)
in my feng chen wang
boots look like a hazmat
(uh)
they make it for me
if I ask them
(woah)
diamonds on my body
look like aspen 
(ice)
yeah
boy know we not close
so boy stop asking
(nice)
every day I wake up
nauseous can't get past it
(ah)
boy you not tough
know where the mask is
(uh - wow)
im in dolce & gabbana
off a vyvanse
(ah)

in all designer
my clothes they fire
they like what I like man
im way too high man
im falling over
i broke the mic stand
every day i hope i send
my prayers to the right man
yeah
every day i hope i send
my prayers to the right man
yeah
every day i try to live
my life and live it right man
yeah
every day i try to live
my life the way I like man

i hope u understand
i hope u understand
yeah
wake up in the morning
and i do my best
all this weight that I carry on me
know im always stressed
i pop a percocet hope
it loosen what's in my chest
im off a percocet baby
dont mind the things I say
I know there's people that
wait on me for a call or text
every night I lose myself
daily im such a fuckin mess
look!
they tryna copy what I do
just like it's simon says
big body benz driving
for miles don't know where
i'mma head
no its just me and my
(bag)
no its just me and my bag

maison margiela
on my trash bag
(woah)
in my feng chen wang
boots look like a hazmat
(uh)
they make it for me
if I ask them
(woah)
diamonds on my body
look like aspen 
(ice)
yeah
boy know we not close
so boy stop asking
(nice)
every day I wake up
nauseous can't get past it
(ah)
boy you not tough
know where the mask is
(uh - wow)
im in dolce & gabbana
off a vyvanse
(ah)

margiela trash bag

Track 6 of 9 off "The Life Of Psyche"
(Prod. Raptoryy)

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