Just a rough take to show y'all I'm cooking

Unjustified (snippet)

On my sideways flow shit, featuring my little brother

We were gonna get him a verse on here too but shit happens. Enjoy anyway

Op - HueyCotton

idk not finished yet (Prod. By Stoic)

(lyrics)
Chuggin vodka just to sleep -- 
letters on these pills, don't be knowin what they mean. 
Wanna try 'em all; wanna go from A-Z -- 
don't be tellin friends, I don't want 'em judgin me. 
Please don't keep in touch wit me; I probly don't even like you -- 
I wasn't even tryna be fake; I'm just polite.
I'm not ya homie though -- leave me the fuck alone.
Mah cousin told me keep mah focus and I'll reach the throne.
Mah granny told me not to let 'em see me sweat -- 
now we haven't spoke in years, and that's something I regret...
I still be thinkin bout you though; I miss you and mah bros.
I used to call it home before you kicked me out; that's right you kicked me out --
You made my heart feel so secure before you ripped it out.
Not sure if you caused my detour, or if I picked my route 
but I still love you though, I know that's true without a doubt
Promise I'ma visit...  
I promise I'ma visit; Ya home cookin, I miss it.
I promise I'ma visit, I promise I'ma visit.

I promise I'ma visit...

Chuggin vodka just to sleep --
momma puffin crystal, shit is rottin up her teeth... 
She say she stressin, say it's givin' her relief;
then she say she kicked the habit, really sit n lie to me,
but I can smell it; yeah, I can smell it. 
Look her in the eyes, they open wide and I can tell it. 
Every time I speak of it, she cry, but I can't help it... 
I know she cry, but I can't help it.
And it's not to say I hate you; it's not that I'm ungrateful --
It's not to boost my ego up, I'm not tryna disgrace you.
Always been there for you, mama, you should know I praise you --
If we bein' honest, I don't want that shit to take you;
if it does, I'ma visit...
I promise I'ma visit -- Ya love, I know I'll miss it. 
I promise I'ma visit, I promise I'ma visit...

I promise I'ma visit...
(repeats)

Visit (extended)

Lil Davo x HueyP - Nigga Bitch (not finished)

I fuckin miss you, wish you'd talk to me
Used to be mah property
Feelin stupid since you left, feel like I hit the lottery and lost the ticket
You coulda endt it properly
Just 'cause I ain't shed no tears don't mean my eyes not watery
Why do you act so awkwardly?
Did you somehow forget you used to spend your nights on top of me?
Told me that you love me, guess you need to check the glossary....
You shouldn't lie that shit'll rot your teeth
I miss you wish you'd talk to me
You on mah mind throughout like everyday until I fall asleep;
even when I do, I don't escape you still in all mah dreams...
I fuckin miss you wish you'd talk to me; I miss you wish you'd talk to me...
I fuckin miss you, wish you'd talk to me...

Never used to drink before you left, now I be faded
Never used to ask you for the pussy, I'd just take it --
Still think about you naked
Member when we used to talk all night, now you don't say shit
Why don't you say shit? Where's all the conversation?
What did I do to you to lose your admiration
Would call you a bitch but shit that's just an instigation 
Don't mean to get mad, but sometimes I lose my patience... I'm sorry...
I fuckin miss you, wish you'd talk to me...
I fuckin miss you, wish you'd talk to me...

Fuckin toasted, got my eyes closed
wishin you'd hit my phone --
thinkin crazy shit you got me feelin like a psycho...
On top of that I see your face wherever I go
My friends startin to think I'm suicidal, 'cause I'm writin all these raps about you
Don't know what I'll do without you...
Would give you a call, but shit I doubt you'd fuckin answer;
treat me like a cancer -- but I still use your name in all my fuckin passwords
Thought you were my life but turns out you was just a chapter
Thought you were my future now I don't know what I'm after.
And since you left me, my life's been a disaster --
Time been movin faster but it seems I'm movin backwards
Fuckin miss you wish you'd talk to me...
I fuckin miss you wish you'd talk to me...
I fuckin miss you...

I fuckin miss you...

looped the beat from the song "Without You" by Lapalux


Spent the day sedated in bed; went from weed and alchohol to takin them meds 
If I could get 'em on the regular, I'd probly be dead 
But I don't have a plug, so I just take what I can... 
When I think, I think I hate what I am. 
I try to quit and feel achin again. 
I feel ashamed, I put my face in my hand. 
And the smile fake, I hate to pretend--but I do every day; 
even when the sky is blue it be gray; bein happy, I don't what it take 
In my heart I'm hopin you doin great -- Even though in my brain feel hate 
And when I say I love you that's feelin fake; at least as of the late -- 
I wonder what you say, If you saw me today --I feel like judgement would be coming my way 
but honestly, really, nothing has changed; so I probly wouldn't have nothin to say 
Getting harder to remember your face. I got pictures but I locked 'em away 
And I be drinkin to forget anyway -- 'Cause when dipped you left a big empty space 
And if I think of you, I think I'ma break. I'm never good enough and so I embrace 
the fact that I was never shit and that's the reason that I spit 
I'm a basic fuckin bitch, known for burnin every bridge 
I been learnin every day sisyphus is not a myth 
Workin hard to try to fix; everything that's wrong with me 
But as deep as I be diggin feel like no one fuckin sees 
and the seasons count to 4 but you subtracted fuckin three; 
'cause, ever since you left me winter's all I fuckin see -- 
winter's all I fuckin see. Winter's all I fuckin see...

Sedated

bruh I have bars forfuckingever

I'm a rapper, I'm marvelous, I'll be gettin paid;
You a wrapper, you garbage, you gettin thrown away.
It's nothin bitch... Why you standin lookin dumb n shit?
Shut that fuckin mouth before I punch it, 
dick lovin, pig fuckin muthafucka -- Shout out to mah mother...
That ain't related, I just wanna say I love her.
Got that out the way, now I can make these niggas suffer.
Tearin dudes to pieces, man, they need to make 'em tougher;
where they comin from? Must be made of pussy meat or somethin;
'cause they soft -- all these niggas soft.
Say they bouta that action but then all they do is talk
Gettin tired of these pussy mothafuckas turn 'em off.

It seem like when I shovel the rubble, the trouble get doubled
It's like the deeper that I dig, the more I see that it's nothin
and then mah patna asked me why I don't like leavin mah bubble;
shit, I don't have too many needs, just a couple --
I need some weed and some drank, I need some green in the bank,
And if you know a dude, I need some fuckin beats for my tape.
But it's just really one thing -- I need some peace for my brain;
so if you all could shut the fuck up and just leave me to think,
that'd be appreciated...
Thanks, and there's the fuckin door --
Hit the light before you leave, I like it dark when I record.
Fuck your feelins, speak my mind like Micheal Rapaport; give 'em what they askin for --

I'm sick of being so irrelevant; ingesting all this poison like it's medicine,
Livin life with recklessness but if you ask me how I am, I'll lie and say I'm excellent.
Pessimest -- every thought I think is fuckin negative;
I'll take a sunny day and find a way to make a mess of it.
Even when I'm winnin, feelin like I'm at a deficit 
Got all these fuckin bars and all I do is spit depressing shit.
I fuckin hate you, that's basically what the message is --
talkin to myself again. I'll be in my head until I'm dead; 
I might just end it quick. Fuck it; kick the bucket
No need for nothin when your brain's on the wall; 
ain't takin no calls, so please don't -- 
here's my dick for all of ya'll to deepthroat, then please go.

Three Twelves (Prod. Quote)

Lil Davo x HueyP - Nigga Bitch (prod. KimmyB)

Tainted

You musta lost yo mind, 'cause you forgot a lot --
Like how you promised me this, and you promised me that.
Yeah, you promised me kids, and you promised my back; you said you had that
forever, like the love you said you had but it was half-assed.

You musta lost yo mind, 'cause you forgot a lot --
Shit I have too, I've smoked a lotta pot;
killed a lotta bottles trying mute the thoughts.
Get stupid gone and put it in the music, 'cause it helps to unconfuse me.

You musta lost yo mind, 'cause you forgot a lot --
Was is real or not? I hope it was.
I know it was... I hope you good. 
I hope you never hear this; don't go nowhere near this.

You musta lost yo mind, 'cause you forgot a lot --
You be ignorin me now, 
but I remember how you used to look at me
and when you used to tell me not to stop

You musta lost yo mind...
You musta lost yo mind...

Lost Yo Mind (prod. j'san)

It's HueyP, you know I'm back again --
recordin music at this desk that's not a desk; it's just a fuckin entertainment stand
Still in mah mamma livin room, I fuckin hate it man
I try to hide it but I'm on the verge of breakin.
I know greatness comes with patience -- but I hate waitin, damn
a nigga need the payment now; it's not a single digit in my bank account 
Too many thoughts, I drink to mute the sound
Point the finger at you, lots of shots because you not around
Spent too long depressed I'm tryna get from off the ground
Life is like a school and I been on the verge failng out
Never do the shit I say, I only run my mouth; I'm lazy and I'm full of doubts 
It's crazy how I call it out -- but nothin changes... 
Nah, nothin changes; never do the work, but I'm so certain I'll be famous
It's amazing -- how we fake it til we make it or we slowly end up breaking.

Entertainment Stand (Prod. bsd.u)

another short ass song from your friendly neighborhood sadboi

There's a lot of mixed feelings in this, but if you get it you get it. Enjoy

Instrumental is School Rooftop by hisokah

How Are You Doing? (prod. hisokah)

The lines be simple, but the rhyme schemes intricate
Bars on infinite; y'all like a pencil is --
number 2. When they see me comin through
to the cypher, they retire 'cause they know what I'ma do

Honestly tired of talkin bout the obvious -- we all know I'm hot as lava is.
Shit, lately ain't been gettin hate, it's only positive
I ain't been gettin criticism, only compliments; I'm feedin off of it. 
Never had to practice how to rap, that shit is cognitive -- easy as walkin is
Most you niggas write with the right, I write with the opposite
I'm in 4K, y'all niggas usin composite; ya quality's garbage
My cadence is flawless boy, it's not easy to top it.
It's such creative use of words in these verses I vomit
I be gassin these fuckin beats, I'm allergic to stoppin
I'll just struggle and grit my teeth til my work is acknowledged --
Til the mission accomplished. 

The lines be simple, but the rhyme schemes intricate
Bars on infinite; y'all like a pencil is --
number 2. When they see me comin through
to the cypher, they retire 'cause they know what I'ma do

You probly never heard my shit
but I been killin beats since my talent was discovered
and it's been a lotta murders since
Got these niggas screamin out the crowd with every verse I spit
Bars always merciless -- hard as mars' surface is
When it comes to rappin I'm a savage, you a worthless bitch
Spit that shit that make a nigga nervous bout the verse he penned
--
Bars cold like a slurpee, flow sweet like a hershey, I'm so fuckin dirty.
Probly been a fan since the first time you heard me.
Over time I dropped some friends, but that shit don't seem to hurt me
I'm nice with the words, I just put don't in the work,
but when I do I make the competition's rhyme's look like dirt
If they put us into rows based off flows, I'd be first -- you'd be worst.
Don't just fuck the beat, I put it in a hearse
It's HueyP - I'm just out here tryna eat
You want the feature come with cash, 'cause I ain't writin shit for free
Fuck you mean? Boy my quality is high as Charlie Sheen
Independent to the fullest, I ain't got no fuckin team -- it's just me
Rap but don't be sayin nothin when you speak; ya shit repetitive and weak
Simple nigga probly gotta focus just to breathe
Catch you on the street n I'ma choke you til you sleep; hold ya throat til you deceased,
or leave you comatose at least.

The lines be simple, but the rhyme schemes intricate
Bars on infinite; y'all like a pencil is --
number 2. When they see me comin through
to the cypher, they retire 'cause they know what I'ma do

Bars On Infinite

lyrics on youtube
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jwG60YOPCzU

Dont Think Too Much

True story; I killed a man today
I took my glock out, cocked it, and then I put it to his brain
True story; I popped a million xans today
I washed 'em down with lean and lemonade; that shit was crazy.
True story; I have a lamborghini --
I just don't drive it man, that's why you haven't seen it.
True story; I'm super fuckin rich --
and every night you're gone, I fuck your bitch. I'm not lying,
true story; I never feel shit -- emotions is for women and kids, and I'm a man. 
True story; I'm not an alchoholic --
I promise, if I wanted I could stop it
Swear to god, true story; my dick is fucking huge --
my shit is big as Micheal Jordan's shoe
On my mama, true story; I graduated school --
with honors, man, I swear I'm not a fool that dropped out
True story -- I'm not selfish; I like helping. I live my life heatlthy.
True story; I know exactly where I'm going --
and everything will work out in the end, I just know it.
True story; I'm happy...  I'm fuckin happy, honest...
I promise.

Fake News (prod. android noise)

This is a song about butt

.

Rap is butt today -- I hear the shit you niggas like, I don't what to say.
Money, drugs, hoes, and goofy niggas screamin "gang"
I try to keep an open mind but I can't help but hate 
x2

Y'all might just be the solution
for pollution, 'cause that garbage, man, y'all eat it up
Pack y'all up and leave you at a city dump n wait a month --
that shit'll sparkle. They spit a kindergarden rap, 
ya'll act like it's remarkable; 
This shit retarded man. What y'all callin art is trash 
J say I spit the hardest raps and I don't argue back. 
But I don't have no fans -- so I don't have no clout, 
and no one wants to follow that; not even friends and fam.
But I ain't bitter y'all, I promise, I ain't even mad
Just don't get mad when I get famous and you call me 20 times 
but I don't hit you back -- I'll be a busy man.
Won't have the time, like y'all with every link you scrollin past -- I know you see 'em

Rap is butt today; I hear the shit you niggas like, I don't what to say.
Money, drugs, hoes, and goofy niggas screamin "gang"
I try to keep an open mind but I can't help hate 
x2

Butt (Prod. L'indecis)

Wrote you some shit that I hope you don't hear
Over the years, slowly but surely I shifted to vodka from beer
We hide our emotions, faded to cope with our problems and hide from our fears
I ain't been sober this year -- Not braggin, it's sad. Depressed when I look in mirror.

Wrote you some shit that I hope you don't hear
Over the years, slowly but surely I shifted to vodka from beer
We hide our emotions, faded to cope with our problems, and hide from our fears
I ain't been sober this year -- Not braggin, it's sad. Depressed when I look in mirror.

Rap ain't shit when the liquor write it
Feel real big when a bitch behind him; 
when she dip, he cryin --
My homie told me to stop lovin these hoes
and I think he right
--
Remember when I felt the opposite?
Remember when I used to love her? Now I just be talkin shit.
Sorry, bitch.

Take a shot 'fore I go to sleep
Take a shot when I wake up
Take shots all day in between
and then wonder why my cake ain't up

Take a shot 'fore I go to sleep
Take a shot when I wake up
Take shots all day in between
and then wonder why my cake ain't up

Wrote you some shit that I hope you don't hear
Over the years, slowly but surely I shifted to vodka from beer
We hide our emotions, faded to cope with our problems, and hide from our fears
I ain't been sober this year -- Not braggin, it's sad. Depressed when I look in mirror.

Wrote you some shit that I hope you don't hear
Over the years, slowly but surely I shifted to vodka from beer
We hide our emotions, faded to cope with our problems, and hide from our fears
I ain't been sober this year -- Not braggin, it's sad. Depressed when I look in mirror.

Progression (prod. Secret Stash)

It's september 8th, and you turned 23 today
I know we don't speak today,
But I saw the date -- and that made me think your name
And that made me think of pain --
And how you're fucking fake 
And how you hide your image for your mother's sake
I'm so glad you left me, I'm fuckin grateful
Said it before, and I'll say it again; I fucking hate you

Sorry for the bitterness
sometimes when I'm drunk I be ignorant
And I only see small, not the bigger shit
Know I never called or texted back; I'll admit to that
I'll admit I took your love for granted
I'll admit that when you left I panicked
You just left me there with all the shit I packed
But that's old news like us
Used to think about you constantly
Now you just another thot to me
and you can call it harsh but that's just honesty
Miss me when you get divorced
I'll be busy doin tours and fuckin bitches I ain't never met before
What can I say? I guess I'm attracted to whores.

It's september 8th, and you turned 23 today
I know we don't speak today,
But I saw the date -- and that made me think your name
And that made me think of pain --
And how you're fucking fake 
And how you hide your image for your mother's sake
I'm so glad you left me, I'm fuckin grateful
Said it before, and I'll say it again; I fucking hate you

Belated (prod. Secret Stash)

If you are my enemy, you're not shit to me
What the fuck is an empathy? Kill him messily.
I'd love to see you talk shit when you have no head to speak.
--
That's what we do to snakes; decapitate.
If you think I ain't raw go 'head and masturbate--
That means go fuck yourself; I'm dope as hell.
In all your goals and aspirations, nigga, hope you fail
And if you killed yourself right now just know that no one cares.

Enough Said

He too god damn sentimental when he rap;
Look so sad when the pen is to the pad...
At the party, never been the one to dance;
probly chillin in the back takin shots til I yack -- all alone. 
And I can't even fake like I'm texting; I don't have a phone.
I spend 90% of my days posted at home; craftin these words into verses
I come with it merciless... Guess it's technically working.
I just hope one day it's worth it; days I spent broken and hurtin is all in the past...
Let's keep it like that.

Sentimental

I wrote this for me. Fuck your opinion on this one.

A Song For Me

my project is gonna be nuts

Created during the 2nd day of the Bay Area Lock Down

I'm pretty sure I invented a flow on this one lol

HueyCotton

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