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Toxic (feat. Valious)

You remember that Papoose shit? 
Where he was. Ummm. 
Like spittin on some like, alphabetical slaughter shit? 

Im fittna cook on that type shit...

Turn the headphones up, bruh...

Yeah yeah, uhh uhh...

Right there.

Bet.

Im back in this bih...

Mmmm...

Okay...

Wait wait wait...

Okay.
Nevermind...
Nine! Nine! Nine!

Yeah yah yah, let's go!



1 mo straw. lit as fuck. ridin’ dirty, ghostin.
2 heataz blast, leave ‘em shook. Toasted.
3 Rows deep. Big body. Pipes be loadin.
4 Zips flipped, block jumpin. Unc codin'.
5 stacks tucked. Gas up. coastin.
6 shots pop, opps decomposin.
7 shorties at tha crib. Bitch I'm him’, fuck the chat.
8 missed calls, fuck ‘em all, I ain’t textin’ back.
9 moves lined up, dodgin’ every trap.
10 toes on tha ground. Big steppa. Feel the kickback.
11 nights out, Glock cocked on my lap.
12 opps buzzin.   Shhhh.  Baap baap baap baap baap baap baap baap baap!



We stackin’ blues.
Infiltrate they crew.
Draco in the trunk, got ‘em froze. Ice Cubes.
We got gas, white, purp, addies. Street cred through tha roof.
Any opp wanna test, they gon’ make the news.
Movin’ packs, smoke the rats, ain't never have a truce.
Fully in tha pipe. Take a nap. Duce Duce!

Yeah. yeah.
13 whips deep. 
Slide...
"Five...  five...  six..."
Bitch, eat ditch.
14 days grindin hard, no time for you bitch.
Called 15 plays. Audible. Tight end wit da switch.
16 bars, spittin’ hard. blitz. Eat shit!
17 stacks split, fam fed, we rich.
18 shots pop. Ain't us. Blame tha blicks.
19 hoes pissed. fuck ‘em, we the move.
Twenty racks packed, broke tha money counter too.
21 shots spark at tha park.
22 my cornerback. Intercept. Run it back. Chief. Ried Art.
23 schemes dark. bro just a mark. leave our mark.
Loud ho, got us 24 blue stacks. Oligarch! Walmart!

We stackin’ blues.
Infiltrate they crew.
Draco in the trunk, got ‘em froze. Ice Cubes.
We got gas, white, purp, addies. Street cred through tha roof.
Any opp wanna test, they gon’ make the news.
Movin’ packs, smoke the rats, ain't never have a truce.
Fully in tha pipe. Take a nap. Duce Duce!

25 stacks doubled. Fuck the Police. 
26 hoes screamin’, no love. Feed em speed.
27 rounds blastin'. Take tha lead.
Twenty eight. packs zipped. on the grind, succeed.
29 trick moves. Hands fast. can’t see.
30 racks copped. Masked up. Snatch yo lick, G.
31 days straight. huh? sleep? Still alive.
32 shots hit, ball hard. You takin dives.
33 ops lurkin’, fuck ‘em, I’ll survive.
34 bands on bands. Reach tha sky.
35 times slid. Fuck ‘em. Should I drive this time?
Code 36. 
Y. N.  be hungry. 

Bro. 

Chill. 

You wildin'.

37 bags stashed, movin’ weight, I’m the truth.
38 checks cashed, dodgin’ pigs, no proof.
39 weeks poppin, sippin. Good as new.
40 bankrolls in the cut. Operation grew. 
41 drops in a day.  Addy boof.
42 problems, these killas fittna shoot. 
43 Beans popped. Oops. That's  on yo crew. 
44 That's my jersey number. 
Mister October to tha black.
45 Jordan. Epic comeback.
46 deep. Hit tha 3. Jump out tha whip. 
Grab tha bat.
47 tracks. All slap. No cap.
48.
49 times coulda took a dirt nap.
50 bars on lock. take it all in. everything...

Facts.


Fully in tha Pipe (Redux)

Aight.
Hold up a sec.

Let me get a sip of that. Uhhhh.

Yeah.
Bet.

Uhh.

Yeah.
Time to cook up.

I'm fittna...

Uh. Uh. Uh.
Fuckedwitdapercs too muh.
Bruh. 
I loversomush

Fucked with tha scripts. Slammed my hand in tha door.
Countin' blue faces as I'm grindin' for more.
Caught the op sleepin’, snatched your lick.
Listen up, clowns! See these blicks? Get the fuck on the floor!
Movin' that weight. Blocks at war.
Caught up in tha shit. Blood spillin’ for sure.
Peace in hand, fuck the past, fitna aim higher.
Nights in tha trap. Top me off. Purple pour.
Penthouse in sight. Story. A classic noir!

But I’m fittna change for you.
Make the stars rearrange for you!

Imagine you and me. Hand in hand. Fuck tha scene.
Rip this heart from my chest, give us immortality.
I'd crawl in shit, til my soul comes clean.
Give you my life. Expendable. Kill me!
All those L's I took.
Let down our team.
Bruh I’m fuckin' up. Gold Dust, shattered dreams.
Hear your voice, in my mind it’s a scream.
Broken home, broken glass, taped up. 
Crime scene!

Steppin’ to Satan, but I bring tha fire.
Drownin’ in syrup, numbin’ desire.
Peace in hand, fuck the past, fittna aim higher.
You spit bullets at my dome. 
Shots fired!
Gave it my all, lone gunman for hire.
Stuck behind bars, scars my attire.
I’ll let it out, love, I’m a sinner, a liar.

But I’m fittna change for you.
Make the stars rearrange for you!

Imagine you and me. Hand in hand. Fuck tha scene.
Rip this heart from my chest, give us immortality.
I'd crawl in shit, til my soul comes clean.
Give you my life. Expendable. Kill me!
All those L's I bled for the team.
Bruh I’m fuckin' up. Gold Dust, shattered dreams.
Hear your voice, in my mind it’s a scream.
Broken home, broken glass, taped up crime scene!

I know I fucked us up.
Shot in the gut.
Lost in the cut. I see you fed up. 
Stay with me. Burn tha streets. Molotov 
Set that bitch ablaze, watch the ashes float off.
Still iced double cup.
Stack the gains, leveling up.
We gon’ make it out, still running it up.

Damn! Uh. Uh. Yeah. yeah.
Love I see it now, I was blind take yo aim!
But still clutchin’ the wood grain!
One foot in the grave, C4 to the brain!

Voice crack, plastic mind. 
What the fuck do I say?
Fittna crash out, every thought heartbreak.
Deadass. Bleed for you. Dub the fame away.
Strap our souls up, take us back to our best days!

Goddamn, just fuckin’ end me!
I fucking wrecked us! Shit’s all empty!
I gotta fix this shit! Tear it down and rebuild it!
Please, love! Let me show you what the fuck I got left!
Every fuckin’ piece of me!
Anything you fuckin’ need!
Woahh!
Fuck the past, I’m fittna torch that bitch.
Spark spark to the dark.
Rebuildin’ this shit!

Love, I’m fittna change for you.
Make the stars rearrange for you!
Swear I’m fittna change for you.
Take on all that pain for you!
Love, I’m fittna change for you.
Make the stars rearrange for you!
Swear I’m fittna change for you.
Take on all that pain for you!

Crime scene (Redux)

Crime Scene

Salty as F*ck

Every night, every day, we kept driftin’ away.
In the silence, I found the true words hard to say.
Although my part was sincere, I couldn’t guarantee the promises I made.

Now with this distance between us, I still feel the echoes of your heart.
I long to repeat the good times, but as you can see, I’m breakin’ apart.
Nothin’ I do feels real no more, ‘cept me sittin’ here alone in the dark.
A million thoughts in my brain, bitch, I need it to stop.
Drownin’ it out, drownin’ it out 
but this regret won’t fuckin’ shut up!
Screamin’ in my mind, bruh, this shit’s fuckin’ me up!

I hit the concrete just to feel what’s left.
Those memories haunt me worse than death.
You left me.
Alone. 
Friends with regret.
Crashin’ out. 
By myself. 
I can’t speak.
Boot on my neck.
Fate sealed, feelin’ chills. cryin’ hard, eyes fitna bleed!
Home empty as fuck.  
This a prison. 
Never free.
Walls closin’ in. 
Harrison Ford, "Jonesin'"
ESCAPE PLEASE!

We were never meant to last, just a flicker in the dark.
Lost in all the moments where we couldn’t find a spark.
Shattered words and promises, echoes in the rain.
Every whispered lie just amplifies the pain.

I hit the concrete just to feel what’s left.
Those memories haunt me worse than death.
You left me. 
Alone. 
Friends with regret.
Crashin’ out. By myself. I can’t speak.
Boot on my neck.
Fate sealed, feelin’ chills. cryin’ hard, eyes fitna bleed!
Home empty as fuck.  This a prison. Never free.
Walls closin’ in. 
Harrison Ford "Jonesin'"
ESCAPE PLEASE!

Tears fell like alcohol on an open wound.
Eight years deep. 
Died too soon.
Loved ones gone. 
Lock me up. 
I’m a fucking goon.
Bury me. 
Life gone too soon.
Freakin’ out in this coffin.
Claustrophobic. No room.
Breathin’ fast. Layin’ on glass. Blood loss. J. R. WHO?!
One inch punch. Knuckles mush. But dirt’s fallin’ through…

I’M REVIVING MYSELF, MOTHERFUCKER!!
OUT THE GRAVE! 
BRAND NEW!

I love you!
I swear to god!
Look, im bringing my old me but new!
I'm here. All better. Staying true. Make a happy home. Reborn J. R.


I love you!
I swear to god!
Look, im bringing my old me but new!
I'm here. All better. Staying true. Make a happy home. Reborn.
 J. R.


Harrison Ford

Government’s built on corruption!
Fuck the billionaires! Wish they were aborted!
This country is straight ass!
PASS THA GAS!!

Government’s built on corruption (corruption!)
Fuck the billionaires, they all gluttons (gluttons!)
This country’s straight ass, smells like onions (onions!)
We laugh and scream, we laugh and scream, dysfunction! (dysfunction!)

Government’s built on corruption!
Fuck billionaires put em all on a Space X rocket!!
This country’s straight ass, anal expulsion!
Eat the rich, light the match, laugh at the eruption!

Government’s built on corruption!
Fuck the billionaires!
This country is straight ass!
PASS THE GAS!!

This Country is Straight Ass!

Thrown in the deep end, no lifeguard, no rope,
They saw my potential but pushed me ‘til I broke.
Friends went ghost, my girl up and sold,
Studded vest, brass knuckles, roll deep to tha show.
If muthafuckas got smoke, bet. We make ‘em fold.
[Guitar strumming]
Hit tha gas, more detention, high school sucked. Said fuck this education!
30 racks to protect they reputation,
To an off-site location, like an inmate—corrections.
But I learned how to grind, fuck it all, Armageddon.

Started a band, got sick of the biz,
Bruh, I wrote bangers as I laughed at those kids.

They fed me to the wolves, but I came back leadin’ the pack.
Put my name in they mouth, now they chokin’ on facts.
I was buried alive, now I’m diggin’ up graves.
Got ‘em scared of my presence like a demon aflame.

Gettin’ better every day, but the pills ease the pain,
Ain’t scared of tha dark, no window to this pain.
Masked up, strapped up, bitch, I’m built for the rage,
Givin’ back, fuck tha haters. Make Gains!

The amphetamines keep me up and on the up,
Kolonopin in my blood keep my heart from givin’ up.
Lost my mind, lost my crew, lost my girl, lost my trust,
So I turned to the bag, let the hours turn to dust.

Bye, bye to the egos. Said Fuck you, I'm gone.
 Managing the trap and wrote verses too strong.
Industry a joke. All money, not sane.
I ain't payin’ for no clout, bitch, I’m raw, Fittna make it.
I run this game.

Cold as a motherfucker, but I protect what’s mine.
The only peace I ever find is when I’m lost in the grind.
Y’all want fame, want a buzz, want a name like mine,
Make they eyes wide. Ghostface!Inside!

Gettin’ better every day, but the pills ease the pain,
Ain’t scared of tha dark, no window to this pain.
Masked up, strapped up, bitch, I’m built for the rage,
Givin’ back, fuck tha haters. Make Gains!

Ain’t no way I see another path!
Dead fuckin’ ass, I ain't turnin’ back!
Amped up, masked up, fittna start some shit!
Business first. FUCK YOU! to the ones who switched!

I move on to the next, no regrets, no rewind,
I break bones, break trends, pills save my mind.
Fuck the fakes, fuck the doubters, fuck the ones who don't stay. Betrayed.
Despite it all. I’m kinda happier today.....

Type shit.

Kinda Happier Today?

Friday Night (Redux)

Hey y'all.

It's time to take it back.

Come along with me.

Maybe you can relate.


Buried alive from the inside.
Now paralyzed!
I'm tired of these lies.
Never been so petrified!
Dying inside.
For the first time.
Knees on the ground.
I'm fittna sound,
the alarm soundin' loud.
I'll never feel proud.
Just. Gun. Me Down!

Just. Gun. Me. Down...

Yeah I'll never feel right.
Just. Gun. Me. Down...

All the hurt that I have suffered through. Lately.
I can never. Wish. Upon. You. Baby.
Im so sorry, dry your eyes. My lady.
I hope you can dry your eyes. 
Maybe.

And now the time has come.
To change who I am..
Honest, bro, it makes me sad.
Time to say goodbye.
To everything I ever loved.
And this fucking world.

Note To Self (Redux)

Executive Music Producer, Creative Music Director, and
Lyricist: prod. J.R. (Makin' .wavs),  “Home & Heart” Inspired by Juice Wrld, NOFX and the 2000's underground scene, settling into his musical pocket.

prod. J.R. (Makin' .wavs) from Home & Heart is an active independent producer, drummer, and songwriter who came up in the trenches of the peak years of Emocore, Post Hardcore, Pop Punk, East Coast Hardcore and Screamo; spanning the early 2000s through 2014. His work is defined by the hands on grind and influence from the era of the underground and mainstream scenes.

As Executive Music Producer and Creative Music Director, J.R. oversees every element of the musical process, refining and shaping each production to bring to light the intents and visions from the best that the underground and mainstream offered up while musically and lyrically incorporating his personal experiences and prowess. He bends tools to his sound, sculpting every detail until it hits with the energy and weight the genres demand. Home & Heart is the result.

This is our home.  Our heart.

Note To Self (Redux)

Home & Heart

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