GRIMMA SHUFFLE (Prod. wydsonni)

.... 
yea , yah! 
you was outside sippin Savanna
you was out partying sipping Savanna
oh my days this bih sipping Savanna
"you so fucked up!", baby whatever
let's get high, bitch let's do whatever
you tried to play me, you thinking you're clever
"you don't deserve me!", but you could do better
drunk off Jack Daniel's and Jaeger
she slipping all these things when she drink
she get high off weed like damn
she singing, "la-la-la, fuck the wedding" 
she singing, "la-la-la, fuck the wedding" 
she singing, "la-la-la-uh-uh"
she's thinking "oh my heart in Havana" 
she sing, well, baby come over this side
she singing "baby come over this side" 
she see the weather, she want me inside 
(she see the weather, she want me inside) 
why am i always wrong to you guys? 
just shut the fuck up, man let's get that bag 
baby come over ride me like a bike 
i know you constantly replaying that night 
(know you constantly replaying that night ) 

you was outside sipping Savanna
let's get high bae let's do whatever
you was outside sippin Savanna


you was outside sippin Savanna
you was out partying sipping Savanna
oh my days this bih sipping Savanna
"you so fucked up!", baby whatever
let's get high, bitch let's do whatever
you tried to play me, you thinking you're clever
"you don't deserve me!" , but you could do better
drunk off Jack Daniel's and Jaeger
she slipping all these things when she drink
she get high off weed like damn
she singing, "la-la-la, fuck the wedding" 
she singing, "la-la-la, fuck the wedding" 
she singing, "la-la-la-uh-uh"
she's thinking "oh my heart in Havana" 
she sing, well, baby come over this side
she singing "baby come over this side" 
she sees the weather, she want me inside, uh
why am i always wrong to you guys? 
just shut the fuck up, man let's get that bag 
baby come over ride me like a bike 
i know you constantly replaying that night (constantly replaying that night) 

sav (archive)

letter to my loved ones.

life is something else , sometimes it can make you do things you don’t want to do but eventually you end up doing them. recently , i been under pressure and pain to a point whereby i keep having suicidal thoughts and at this moment i think i’ve reached a stage to eliminate myself and leave the world in peace cs it seems like i’m just a nobody and i feel unwanted , i tried to give love and respect but in everything i do , i am not appreciated nor loved the same way i do , i keep having heartbreaks and i don’t think i can live with that pain forever , this world is definitely not meant for me and factually , it doesn’t need me , like nobody does. so what’s the point of living if you have nothing to live for ? this might be the last of me , and probably it could be my last breath , i’d like to apologize to my friends and family for causing such , but i cannot my days were numbered now its the hours. i want y’all to know that i will always love you and pls take care of your hearts. i will see y’all on the other side .

brandon

Mockingbird ( Remix )

Written, produced, performed by Koncept.
Mixed, Mastered by Mark "Keitel Jr." Lowe

Soak It All In

The Cold Freestyle Prod. Local Beat Plug

Drill (1)

May I Freestyle Prod. Chameleon

High Tonight

Give You That (Money)

[Verse]

Cracked pavement, where the shadows creep,

Whispers in the alleys where the secrets sleep.

Crumpled cans, broken dreams at my feet,

Time ticking slow, like a heart that skips beats.



Concrete jungle, where the lions don’t roar,

Just hungry hyenas scratching at the store.

Fingers itch for the hustle, eyes on the door,

Hope’s a currency, but I’m always poor.



[Chorus]

Shadow steps, where the light don’t follow,

Echoes bounce, deep and hollow.

Truth buried in the cracks we swallow,

Life’s a hustle, no time to wallow.



[Verse 2]

Graffiti sermons on the walls of the block,

Preach survival in a world that forgot.

Streetlights flicker, pulse like a clock,

Every tick-tock, another chance gets shot.



Cigarette smoke snakes up to the moon,

Basslines rumble, city sings its tune.

The grind is religion, a hymn we croon,

Living for the dusk, 'cause the dawn comes too soon.



[Chorus]

Shadow steps, where the light don’t follow,

Echoes bounce, deep and hollow.

Truth buried in the cracks we swallow,

Life’s a hustle, no time to wallow.

Shadow Steps

Turned up  Da Boyz_.mp3

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