lavender

produced by @beatzera

cover art found at https://vskyevaz.tumblr.com/

lyrics:

i been tryna switch up my lyrics
and fixing my mixing sometimes u cant even hear it
im hit with a blessing sometimes i cant even see it
i smoke so much potent i swear i practically breath it
i should take it easy
i choose not to
coat the blunt with keef u see me dip it like some fondue
i could sing a song and tell u everything is possible
but i dont want to
im not even fucking done yet
how im spose to say that when i aint even blow up yet
it didnt fucking happen so u couldnt say it does yet
u say tomorrows sunny but u cant even see the sun yet
fuck im kindov upset
i see how we acting and i think we better off dead
fuck it ill go first just put the bullet up in my head
i could clear my thoughts with just a little bit of meds
or i could clear it all and take a lesson from the lead

everything i make is fucking shit
i mean how cool can multiple voices really get
every single drop is always just what u except
9tails making music just for crying in ur bed

bitch im making fucking music bout the thoughts inside my head
tired of my problems u should drop a track instead
i make all my shit for me im barely getting bread
get the fuck out of my messages with all the disrepect

u know i really dont deserve it
as for all the lyrics bitch i hope u fucking learn this
and i dont need the fame and fuck the tours this aint purpose
this aint  no small loan of one million bitch i earned this

i hope u heard this
i fucking earned this

ill try to explain (prod. beatz era)

produced by @furino & @fixh

lyrics:

somebody stop my fucking head
somebody stop my fucking head
from hurting me
stop my head
somebody stop my fucking head
from hurting me
ashes on the walls
im blowing fucking smoke into the exhuast fan in the washroom
im not dead
im not dead
but sometimes i want toooooo be

welcome to me (introduction) (prod. furino & fixh)

produced by @larkinbeats

lyrics:

2 4 big blunts in the yard
fucked up when im not going hard
fucked up when im not going ham
cash stacked in the red rubber bands

ion really wanna always go hard
bottle service in the club free of charge
fucked up when im not going ham
hella faded but im feeling like a star

stars
im in the stars
too high bitch im on mars
whip foreigns only ride fast cars
we gon get rich while u watch
i know this one hit the spot
expensive shoes thrifted tops
i give this all that i got
im giving u all that i got

stars
constellations in the sky
rip spliffs and i listen to my own tracks
im finding the fuck ups im not gassed
dm's like bro how u do dat
bitch dont u watch how i do dis
im making songs when i feel like it
this shit does not have a blueprint

close the grinder lock the grooves in
the game had some space so i moved in
i come from the city of music
but i do not stress in my music
release less get more attention
that do not sound bout the music
if all u care about is a like button
move to youtube boy u losin

2 4 big blunts in the yard
fucked up when im not going hard
fucked up when im not going ham
cash stacked in the red rubber bands

ion really wanna always go hard
bottle service in the club free of charge
fucked up when im not going ham
hella faded but im feeling like a star

2 4 big blunts in the yard
fucked up when im not going hard
fucked up when im not going ham
cash stacked in the red rubber bands

ion really wanna always go hard
bottle service in the club free of charge
fucked up when im not going ham
hella faded but im feeling like a star

alone again (prod. why loner)

produced by why loner at https://twitter.com/why_loner

search search
fight like the greeks and the persians
u want merch
dont got enough of my earnings
i gotta soul search
maybe i live for a purpose
maybe worse
but fuck it im dying for certain

fuck it im dying for certain
i do not make enough earnings
maybe i live for a purpose
but fuck it dying for certain

fuck it im dying for certain
maybe i live for a purpose
fuck it i make enough earnings 
i guess am dying for certain

i blend in like im in camoulage
i walk around with no entourage
one of my boys wear a g shock
when i come up he gon get audemar

my mans still whippin a civic
saw the ghost he couldnt get it
i swear imma get u a lambourghini
u need to hear when u whip it

rolly is iced it dont look like it tickin
think im addicted to spinach
she look like emma watson
and she on my broom like its quidditch

i used to hit bed with no food in my stomach
and now i cant finish
im stable but i keep on waiting to plummet
im reaching my summit

fuck with my brain 
fuck with my brain
drugs drive me insane
im doing great
stay in ur lane
i dont need the fame
i dont wanna talk
but reporters hit me up anyway
id go to the mall
been i been up for like two nights and i aint looking great

looking rough
im not feeling great
havent ate nothing but a rice cake
bottom lip i got toothepaste
rock bottom bitch how the dirt taste
got candy bars how the words taste
take cheap shots like a cheap skate
my women look like lois lane 
her pussy sweet like a cheese cake

fuck it im dying for certain
i do not make enough earnings
maybe i live for a purpose
but fuck it dying for certain

fuck it im dying for certain
maybe i live for a purpose
fuck it i make enough earnings 
i guess am dying for certain

dying for certain (prod. why loner)

lyrics:

when i ask if u really with me then u should say no
im going insane and i think i could feel my blood trickling into my throat
smoking a wood full of sour i suck in the smoke
lately i feel like the goat
this whole experience feel like a glow

this shit it feels like a glow got 
green and red stripe on my toes
ur girl put her snap on my phone like
damn i just thought u should know

i got real intentions fuck fakes
no gucci shoes but they snakes
i make a song half baked
then put it out in two days

i put it out in two days
take a big blunt to my face
got two girls at my place
they talkin like ya we go both ways

want beef fuck out my page
shoot shit u get erased
thats true shit look in my face
im insane look at my face

this shit some fucking garbage 
no music ur starving him 
u dont try it dont fucking knock it
talk up and u silence him

look what u fucking started
i cant be ur guardian
if i lost the music shit now
fuck it id start again

fuck it im on again
all winter long again
taking in oxygen
and screaming out lyrics in front a mic again

look what u fucking started 
i cant be ur guardian 
i know some things u dont know
dont let me start again

when i ask if u really with me then u should say no
im going insane and i think i could feel my blood trickling into my throat
smoking a wood full of sour i suck in the smoke
lately i feel like the goat
this whole experience feel like a glow

oxygen breather (prod. kryptik)

produced by Homage at www.homageproductions.com/

lyrics:

woah ok lemme breathe
woah ok lemme breathe
woah woah woah woah
woah ok lemme breathe

dont fucking come near me cause u catchin my disease
i slide up on these bars and then i spit some shit in key
id show u round my mind but even i dont wanna see
id show u round my mind but even i dont got a key

look at me look at me im off a pack now
dont like me ill hit him like im pacquiao
everybody truth or truth with the questions
but im playing dare or dare every sentence

always hide my fucking weed like its weapons
know the plug so fucking well im like the charger
why u say u been balling like the past stence
bitch u know im still balling vince carter

ahh ahh
and im dirty with it
mazzeratti whippin
cookin up so many phones its like im in the kitchen
bitch im hot make u believe like its a new religion

bitch ill break u at the seems like u some true religions
live my life like im a fiend like im a super villain
man im sick im really sick like i need penecilin
when i chop the beat it drop and make u touch the ceiling

make u touch the ceiling
they text me but i dont reply i got em in the feelings
u can move past me
im running on empty

for real
im fucking empty
spent my money on these leases wallets empty
eat a rapper bitch u know im always hungry
they already bite me u should get me out ur tummy

woah ok lemme breathe
woah ok lemme breathe
woah woah woah woah
woah ok lemme breathe

woah ok lemme breathe
woah ok lemme breathe
woah woah woah woah
woah ok lemme breathe

woah (prod. homage)

produced by young taylor @user-321073911

lyrics:

i dont really wanna go to fucking parties
nize ur feelings i aint looking for a shawty
drop a cheque make it back by the morning
waste my time why everything feels fucking boring

boring
this shit fucking boring
boring
boring
boring
its hella boring
shit is boring
its fucking boring

red supreme louis on my bag
all u fall behind bitch u jet lagged
pot is too loud seepin out the bag
boi dont u feel gassed u not in my lane 
lane lane lane lane

blowin lots of weed smoke thru the window pane
been a busy year so of course i fucking changed
i got headphones on my ears bout three quarters of the day

u stay hella wack
u fucking lame lame
ion ever touch that crack cocaine cain
but ill take a fucking tree right to the face face

i dont really wanna go to fucking parties
nize ur feelings i aint looking for a shawty
drop a cheque make it back by the morning
waste my time why everything feels fucking boring

boring
this shit fucking boring
boring
boring
boring
its hella boring
shit is boring
its fucking boring

and u heard it here first
imma stick around and make this shit for what its worth
the money come in bags
potent come in bags
u'd think im livin life but i could swear this shit a curse

shoulder bag
shoulder strap
gucci tag
body bad
she drop it down
and throw it back

pour it up
el derado rum in a soda cup
imma try to play the game until my time is up

i dont really wanna go to fucking parties
nize ur feelings i aint looking for a shawty
drop a cheque make it back by the morning
waste my time why everything feels fucking boring

boring
this shit fucking boring
boring
boring
boring
its hella boring
shit is boring
its fucking boring

boring (prod. young taylor)

produced by @xlandfill

lyrics:

all my friends say
i need to slow down
im so faded im a ghost now
i dont pop no fucking percs bitch
thats just not my type of savage
all these others rappers average
stay on shuffle like some magic
when i drop a fucking project
they always listen to fucking all of it
all my friends say
i need to slow down
im so faded im a ghost now
i dont pop no fucking percs bitch
thats just not my type of savage

no percs (prod. landfill)

produced by @prodbyvessels

lyrics:

i do nothing for the clout
i dont know what all that shit about ya
so deep in the pussy i might drown
but the attention aint at all what this about

all these dms say they like my sound
im not gonna tell u how i vox it out
ur homie dont like me we can fucking box it out
ur girl hate my shit then how the fuck i take her out

u a bunch of lames
u said u hit 10k and it turns out those follows fake
how u gonna flex when u were broke the other day
email for the repost get the fuck out of my face

i been a little stressed up 
some beats sell for 30k that shit is fucked up
i get one for free non profit off of youtube
and make it fucking make it slap like its a platinum

hit me to fight
hop on the bike
stand on the pegs
into the night
drunk as it gets
bleeding and shit
someone keep whispering bro this is it
what do u mean
chill u a bitch
u fucking work
u hit a lick
i dont hit stains
i just hit licks
i dont blow shells
i just blow cheques

i do nothing for the clout
i dont know what all that shit about ya
so deep in the pussy i might drown
but the attention aint at all what this about

clout (prod. vessels)

produced by @strangerofthepast

lyrics:

waste my time
im realizing i cant be satisfied
i take my time when i break u down
mascara runs as the tears slide out

friends tell me i need help
i need fucking nothing except myself
blunts wraps and pill bottles line the shelf
dont put me on i can do this by myself

backwoods in the park
i get headaches when i go hard
i need toothepaste i could taste the tar
this the new wave 
i feel reborn
had to make this fucking tape
i need to scream more

bitch they fucking like me
they really fucking like me
if i speak my mind i bet his mans'll come and strike me
dont wanna fight me
my people round u high key
they not about the flex but they keep heat tucked on em low key
i feel like loki
mixed with master roshi
u shouldnt test me
send bars right at ur dome piece
dont got a beef but i just thought that u should know piece
on my own piece
i did this on my own piece
i got a job so imma fucking buy my own lease
shit is always fire these beats made of fucking stove grease

waste my time
im realizing i cant be satisfied
i take my time when i break u down
mascara runs as the tears slide out

i need nothing (prod. stranger)

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