short lil track
written by me

lyrics:
All these mother fuckers are mad because we run a monopoly
Boy is so mad for no reason, it's a comedy
Sundial Inc at the top y’all are loving me
He said we have issues boy then don’t speak with me
He thinks he’s hot but he gets carried by his clothes
Fuck your pity party, boy you’re a joke
She said I’m amazing, when she sees me she’s stoked
I’m way richer than you, that’s why you’re so low
He said we have beef, but that shit’s rotten
Give him a year and he’ll soon be forgotten
Damn he’s corny as fuck, I call him Hopsin
He thinks he’s Kurt Cobain, boy you need to stop it
This song is too fire so you know I had to call up my twin
I’m so fly I got C3P0 on my wrist
You better know this is real life, yeah this isn’t a flick
Fuck with my dawgs and you’re gonna catch my fist

rotten

rotten (prod. ibabeem)

more shit otw
written by me

lyrics:
chorus:
money my allegiance
i got so much money you wouldn’t believe it
boy your music is egregious
quit talking about your demons, you need to be deleted
money my allegiance
i got so much money you wouldn’t believe it
boy your music is egregious
quit talking about your demons, you need to be deleted

verse:
me and sami we’re too rich, how am I still here it’s a glitch
i just made another hit, all this money’s way too lit
i heard y’all were talking shit, it’s funny because y’all ain’t shit
i’ve seen too much I need to get out of this bitch
my birthday should be a holiday
damn I got paid today, i hope y’all are in disarray, 
i look in the mirror and admire my face
all this money made me change
i turned my swag on, call me big draco
i don’t want you to kiss me through my iphone
be mindful, i’m not the same so be mindful
don’t fuck with me, I don’t need to try bro
damn, boy you’re so broke
yeah i’m only in love with the bag, y’all are going out sad
your music is so bad, it’s lowkey making me mad
got rid of them bitches i’m glad
ooh i’m glad, ooh i’m glad
i love my money

chorus:
money my allegiance
i got so much money you wouldn’t believe it
boy your music is egregious
quit talking about your demons, you need to be deleted
money my allegiance
i got so much money you wouldn’t believe it
boy your music is egregious
quit talking about your demons, you need to be deleted

money allegiance (prod. ibabeem)

written by me
where I got the beat from: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=quJkstEHRAo

Verse 1:
I’m in love with the money you could call me Eugene
Lil bitch you’re a groupie, bitch why you choosy?
I’m with my dawgs, oowee
We kickin it like Bruce Lee, I’m going crazy not like Fousey
My money got longer like I’m Lil Uzi
Don’t fuck with us we’re not christian, me and my dawgs on a mission
This is just the beginning, I see the peak and I’m grinning
I see the peak and I’m grinning, we’re here already winning
Quit asking who I’m dissing, that shit’s none of your business 

Chorus:
Bitch I’m the band collector, boy you’re not a flexer
He’s so pathetic it’s a disaster, I can’t contain my laughter
Fuck the summer, bitch I thrive in the winter
I’m a winner, I’m a winner
Bitch I’m the band collector, boy you’re not a flexer
He’s so pathetic it’s a disaster, I can’t contain my laughter
Fuck the summer, bitch I thrive in the winter
I’m a winner, I’m a winner

Verse 2:
Yeah hop on this beat like I’m Mario
I’m better than you I’m not sorry bro
I really think he’s estupido
Bitch you’re not him, you’re not Naruto
Yeah I’m steel like Lucario
When I heard this beat I went gungho
Boy your career is donzo
I’m getting tired of this flow yo
Hop of a jet, call me Sonic, Ibs you rap? What about it?
You gotta stop singing I gotta be honest, said you get bitches yeah I doubt it
I heard y’all were talking about me, I already heard about it
Seriously I have to be honest it’s really not that confounding

Chorus:
Bitch I’m the band collector, boy you’re not a flexer
He’s so pathetic it’s a disaster, I can’t contain my laughter
Fuck the summer, bitch I thrive in the winter
I’m a winner, I’m a winner
Bitch I’m the band collector, boy you’re not a flexer
He’s so pathetic it’s a disaster, I can’t contain my laughter
Fuck the summer, bitch I thrive in the winter
I’m a winner, I’m a winner

i'm a winner (prod. d1scj4m & dimew0rld)

SUNDIAL PORTFOLIO VOL 1. OTW

Chorus:
You better watch your back before you talk shit
Because I know everything about you bitch
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit
You better watch your back before you talk shit
Because I know everything about you bitch
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit

Verse:
My wallet’s a bakery, I got so much dough
I’m the greatest rapper out here I’m the fucking goat
Imma lose all control
Doing me, I’ll never sell my soul
Is the vibe off? Too bad I won’t switch it up
Shoutout to my dawgs, they’re all lit as fuck
I’m cute as fuck, uh I’m number one
You better watch your back you ran out of luck
I got money all around me word to TWxWKS
Everybody in this bitch knows me
I don’t know you bitch, we’re not homies
You’re like Chevy, Imma chase you, I’m not sorry
I’m just rambling at this point, but I don’t care
How do ugly people get bitches, this ain’t fair
Do you have a problem with me, it’s rude to stare
Ask me “Ibs, where were you?” I was everywhere

Chorus:
You better watch your back before you talk shit
Because I know everything about you bitch
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit
You better watch your back before you talk shit
Because I know everything about you bitch
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit
Imma laugh when you hear this and throw a fit

watch your back [prod. ibabeem]

THIS IS NOT ON THE TAPE - wanted to try something different lol

lyrics:
When I get money I spend it, me and my dawgs are on a mission
You better stop you’re finished, this not my end, it’s the beginning
Stop with the singing you’re not it, Imma do better I promise
Said that you’re sad, I get it, I got it
I get it, I got it
Stop acting like you shouldn’t be messed with, damn boy you’re so stupid
Look at everything I’ve accomplished, I’m with my twin, we’re locked in
Boy you’re better off forgotten, I’m sorry I had to be honest
I got money, big racks, he’s still mad, that’s wack
I just made a big bag, I won the beef, boy relax
These bitches are going out sad
Uh y’all are going out sad
Why are you mad bitch?
You’re so trash bitch
I got racks bitch
You’re so lame bitch
I’m talking facts bitch
You’re so strange bitch
I’m gonna stop saying bitch
I don’t fuck with fake shit
Call me Remy Buxaplenty
I talk about racks cause I have so many
I love this money
He think he real funny
You know you’re real lucky
Why are you so judgy?

remy buxaplenty freestyle [prod. flamestezzi]

Verse:
My best friend’s named Benjamin
I count hundreds you count tens
Only person I’m with, is my twin
I’ve been reminiscing
I’ve been reminiscing
Even without y’all I stay winning
I lost all the trust in the people I had in the beginning
None of that sappy shit
I’m on that flashy shit
None of that sappy shit
I don’t need a bitch
I got all this wealth
I’m in great health
I love myself
You can’t match our energy
I heard you were scared of me
You can’t match my energy
Bitch your fucking dead to me
You can’t match our energy
I heard you were scared of me
You can’t match my energy
Bitch your fucking dead to me
He flew too close to the sun
Imma keep counting these bucks
Where have I begun, bitch I’ve just begun
When I see you I go “yuck,” you ran out of luck
I got all these funds, I don’t give no fuck

energy freestyle [prod. ibabeem]

Verse 1:
Uh, corny ass boy I know what makes you break
Wah wah wah, he can’t keep a bitch for his sake
He thinks he’s funny, take a look at my face
Imma make sure you lose your way
What’s the matter? Bitch you make me sick
You’re not a factor, you act like you’re six
This isn’t a trick, you know exactly who you are
Lil boy thinks he’s hot shit with his guitar

Chorus:
Yeah, I got people I need to dispose
Thought about it and I’m happier without you hoes
I take back my apologies, I need to stick to my code
I’m out here with my bro
Yeah, I got people I need to dispose
Thought about it and I’m happier without you hoes
I take back my apologies, I need to stick to my code
I’m out here with my bro

Verse 2:
Shout out my dawgs from the swamp, they never switched up
I keep counting these bucks, when I see you I go "yuck"
You're from the suburbs, you don't keep it tucked
You better watch out, you ran out of luck
What the fuck, we go up
It gets stuck, I got the funds
I got the funds, you're broke as shit
I got the funds, hop off my dick

Chorus:
Yeah, I got people I need to dispose
Thought about it and I’m happier without you hoes
I take back my apologies, I need to stick to my code
I’m out here with my bro
Yeah, I got people I need to dispose
Thought about it and I’m happier without you hoes
I take back my apologies, I need to stick to my code
I’m out here with my bro

dispose [prod. koll]

Chorus: ibabeem
Feel like TWxWKS, I’m gonna search and destroy
I got too much money, all you have is toys
I hate the sound of your mother fucking voice
I'm with my boys, I'm with my boys
Feel like TWxWKS, I’m gonna search and destroy
I got too much money, all you have is toys
I hate the sound of your mother fucking voice
I'm with my boys, I'm with my boys

Verse 1: ibabeem
I just woke up and this bitch is already being stupid
Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on it’s confusing
I’m posted up with Lil Sami, we’re just too rich
That’s my twin right there we’re never feuding
If you fuck with us, we'll put you in the ground
You fucked around and found out
I'm the king bitch bow down
Bow down, bow down

Chorus:
Feel like TWxWKS, I’m gonna search and destroy
I got too much money, all you have is toys
I hate the sound of your mother fucking voice
I'm with my boys, I'm with my boys
Feel like TWxWKS, I’m gonna search and destroy
I got too much money, all you have is toys
I hate the sound of your mother fucking voice
I'm with my boys, I'm with my boys

Verse 2: @sam-reynolds-619372210
Abraham my duo
We kick you shit like it’s judo
I reach for the stars touch Pluto 
I’m a brown star I got curly hair 
Head to mars bitch I’m Bruno 
You never kill yourslef for the gram
I fan myself with all my bands
I got one girl I’m a loyal man
You got two followers got no fans
Boy knee tremble you can’t stand
You got no bands in both hands
You spit one bar I done heard enough 
Quit my job I don’t give a fuck
All my money I been earning up 
Ain’t nobody boy think you’re tuff
A$AP rocky bitch don’t be dumb

Chorus: ibabeem
Feel like TWxWKS, I’m gonna search and destroy
I got too much money, all you have is toys
I hate the sound of your mother fucking voice
I'm with my boys, I'm with my boys
Feel like TWxWKS, I’m gonna search and destroy
I got too much money, all you have is toys
I hate the sound of your mother fucking voice
I'm with my boys, I'm with my boys

me and my twin (ft. Sami) [prod. ibabeem]

Chorus:
I got so much money I’m starting to get paper cuts
I’m posted up with my dawg bitch I’m up as fuck
Okay, see I got too much luck
And I’m sick of this bitch, I just have to keep it a buck

Verse:
I got rich and things haven’t been the same
Had to cut off all these people they’re so fake
See I had to stay in my own lane
All y’all are so damn strange
I’ve been way too paranoid for the last year
Everything that happened was my worst fear
But then I got rich, and now I all I can do is cheer
Shit got weird, yeah shit got weird
Almost took my life but I realized that shit doesn’t matter
That’s no music that’s some stand up, do you hear our laughter?
They thought I would give a fuck bitch you’re not a factor
Y’all don’t even like each other, y’all are just some actors
You got a problem with that?
I’m speaking facts, y’all are fucking rats

Chorus:
I got so much money I’m starting to get paper cuts
I was posted up with my dawgs bitch I was up as fuck
Yeah I was up as fuck, I ran out of luck
And I’m sick of you, I just have to keep it a buck

papercuts (intro) [prod. ibabeem]

verse 1:
got some new clothes, i'm fly as shit
that bitch is always trying some shit
your activities are trifling
quit yapping about nonsense it's mind numbing
it's mind numbing
cooked this shit up bitch i'm a chef
how are y'all beefing again, lil bitch give it a rest
i got money on my mind, i gotta flex
they say more money means more problems let's put it to the test

chorus:
i don't fuck with lil bro he's a weirdo
everytime i see y'all i say "damn that's a freak show"
you grew up rich, you're not packing heat bro
i cannot fuck with any of you people

verse 2:
all of this money is lovely, i keep stunting
you can't duck me, ew you too ugly
i'm too lucky, you're not funny
i'm too lonely
shout out my dawgs, wouldn't be here without y'all
i'll never fall, the money, i want it all
i wanna bawl, it's okay i'll stand tall
you're hurt? i'll get some salt

chorus:
i don't fuck with lil bro he's a weirdo
everytime i see y'all i say "damn that's a freak show"
you grew up rich, you're not packing heat bro
i cannot fuck with any of you people

mind numbing [prod. ibabeem & pandi]

lyrics:
nah he’s a newbie
this not odd future bitch, this no oldie
what are you doing?
boy you’re nothing i’m the king
i’m ace, i’m not judging
your bitch keep my shit on loop you know how i move
you don’t know what to do fuck you and your truce
you can’t be in my group i can never lose
you aren’t the sharpest tool damn you’re a fool
alright
i’m with my guys we up in the sky
i’m too fine call me icarus i can fly
i’m way too, way too, way too good i don’t need to try
shoutout to lil sami, that’s my twinie
i’m not your bestie, but you can’t forget me
i’m iconic call me mickey
i need a minnie
bro you’re not scrooge, you’re not counting 
i’m astounding, my money’s in a fountain
okay i’m lying, i’m still stacking
i keep counting, i keep counting

way too good [prod. chrxme]

Verse 1: Sami
Boy you too short can’t sit at the table
We talking real shit fuck all them fables
Sami and heem 
Like pippen and Jordan 
Bitch we the dream team 
We never stop scoring 
Put on your new shit 
Bitch we are snoring 
We blowing up
whipping and floor it
See all my money
Can’t Dora explore it
Bitch I got the sauce bitch  call mezee zees 
See all my fits they wanna be me
I’m getting famous look I’m on tv
Quit playing games you know you not e3
My money real you see it in hd 
My verse is the feat of the century 
Fuck all y’all fake bitches y’all are not friendly
Boy you a kid, mgmt

Verse 2: ibabeem
This is my show bitch, so take a fucking seat
Someone get a fan, this shit is way too heat
You don’t tote guns, you tote laser beams
I did this shit on my own, this is my own feat
Y’all were surprised that I rapped, I’ve been at this for a minute
Ever since volume 1 dropped, I’ve only been winning
Believe me I got more in store, I’m nowhere near finished
Imma top the last record, I’m not talking Guinness

stronger (ft. Sami) [prod. ibabeem]

Verse 1:
And I'm back in this bitch with my woes, that boy really turned into a joke
I don't really like them folks, I really feel that shit in my soul
Damn what is your goal? Got rid of y'all whack a mole
Being with y'all took a toll
He wanna be me I’ve been up since fifteen
Thank goodness I left y'all, y'all turned into some dope fiends
You fell off worse than Nahmir, I'm not joking
Your bitch love my music, you're losing

Chorus:
Shoutout to the ones who never switched up
Imma take y'all with me when I get up
Y'all better pay attention I'm next up
Heard you still think about me, y'all can't forget us
Shoutout to the ones who never switched up
Imma take y'all with me when I get up
Y'all better pay attention I'm next up
Heard you still think about me, y'all can't forget us

Verse 2:
I love my friends, I love my dawgs, I love my crew
Don't get it confused, they are my muse
Y'all so scared of me when I see you I go boo
I got telepathy lil bitch it's no use
Made your whole clique disperse, stand on my racks like vert
You fell off I bet that hurt, bitch you're worse than dirt
I keep my actions firm, I put me first
I'm biding my time, so Imma just lurk

Chorus:
Shoutout to the ones who never switched up
Imma take y'all with me when I get up
Y'all better pay attention I'm next up
Heard you still think about me, y'all can't forget us
Shoutout to the ones who never switched up
Imma take y'all with me when I get up
Y'all better pay attention I'm next up
Heard you still think about me, y'all can't forget us

with my woes [prod. strae & andrzxz]

Chorus:
I’m on shit, I’m flipped the script
You make me sick, I took your bitch
No DJ Khaled but all I do is win
You fell off so hard lil bitch you dipped

Verse:
I collect bands like Pokemon, you don’t know what the fuck we on
I’m everywhere call me Doremon
I avoid all the drama, don’t talk about me what the fuck bruh?
You fancy huh? You dumb bruh
Imma strike my pose, you don’t tote poles
I’m with my bro, I’d never stoop low
You know where this shit could go, I keep counting dough
Hahahahaha you are a joke
I’m with lil Sami, your bitch really loves me
Stack all this money, boy you’re not funny 
You’re too bummy, why are you so judgy?
You’re a junky
I got these bands on, bands on me, I’m with my bros of course
Got all these racky rackies, but I need me some more
You’re on some weird timing see yourself to the door
I don’t give a fuck about you, don’t talk about your lore
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I don’t fuck with weirdos
They’re so gross and they’re so strange they make me go loco
You would be up with me, if you didn’t take all that dope though
Oh no

Chorus:
I’m on shit, I’m flipped the script
You make me sick, I took your bitch
No DJ Khaled but all I do is win
You fell off so hard lil bitch you dipped

flipped the script [prod. jaizzo & kiio]

lyrics:
I’m greedy and shit, me and my dawgs we are too lit
Still cool with the people that I started with, every song I make is a hit
You make me sick, you can’t be fixed
Boy you lived in a nice home, you don’t carry sticks
I don’t like you bro, you are a joke
You should’ve croaked I have to be honest though
I miss when I was broke
I don't know what that was about, I love this dough
I am the goat, yeah I’m not a liar
His shit not fire, he should retire
I'm getting tired, you're not a squire
Your shit not dire, I keep getting higher
Me and lil Sami too up, boy get off my nuts
This shit too fun, I stopped giving a fuck
Y'all are fake as fuck, so don't talk to us
You lost my trust, you're a fucking munch
Bitch it's raining green, cause I just got paid
Hiding behind a screen damn you're super lame
You talk so much shit why don't you show your face
I do my shit directly bro stop playing games
I could never be duped, if there's a problem I rally the troops
I got my dawgs with me you know how we do
Your friends don't even fuck with you, you're being used
You're so pathetic, you're a goddamn fool

too lit [prod. koll]

lyrics:
I don't speak to weirdos
That means stop calling my phone, stupid ass you get stifled
He thinks he's on top, I don't see the hype though,
AHHH MY EARS ARE BLEEDING! Imma take away your mic bro
You're an outtake we left you on the cutting room floor
I got so much money but I need me some more
We heard your music but it got me so bored
That shit was so trash, just see yourself to the door
Y'all gotta keep your distance, I don't wanna get your sickness
I don't like you bitches, just mind your fucking business
I stay winning, this is just the beginning
My shit too good, it's always hitting
I don't know where to go
I keep counting dough, I miss my bros
I feel it in my soul, I lost all hope
I miss when I was broke

i'm bored [prod. ibabeem]

Lyrics:
They ask “who is Ibabeem?”
Bitch I’m the best thing to ever happen to the scene
They still mad because we run that monopoly
I stopped fucking with you bitch don’t bother me
I thought that was your dawg, why do you keep talking shit?
Seriously it’s like every day too be honest it’s making me sick
If you have to call yourself a good person I don’t believe it
I know how y'all operate, man I've seen it
I thought I had my dawgs from way back, nah they’re too fake man
I found out what you said about me, why would you say that?
You went into hiding lil bitch why won't you face that?
Oh that's right because you would hate that
Bitch I'm just rambling at this point
I get that was my choice
Why do you keep acting tough those guns you have are toys
Y'all are so similar, y'all are some damn droids
Stop making music, eugh I hate that noise

yapping freestyle [prod. ibabeem]

Chorus:
We'll take your shit like nabbit
So much money I'm stacking, you had everything boy what happened
That shit was so bad, so we had to cleanse the palate
Bitch I'm immune, just like nabbit
Bitch my eyes so dead you can call me Gintoki
I can't take this anymore put me out my misery
Bitch I'm up as fuck, don't test me
Bitch you're weird as fuck, you're dead to me

Verse:
I got my dawgs on the attack, 
You a fucking rat, ew you too blah
You're a brat, me and Sami counting stacks
Quality is something that you lack, that you lack
You got a mother fucking scheme, you can't be on my team
Bro I'm living your dreams, he see me he wanna flee
I keep racks in my jeans, bitch I'm a money fiend
Why you mad it wasn't deep, it wasn't deep

Chorus:
We'll take your shit like nabbit
So much money I'm stacking, you had everything boy what happened
That shit was so bad, so we had to cleanse the palate
Bitch I'm immune, just like nabbit
Bitch my eyes so dead you can call me Gintoki
I can't take this anymore put me out my misery
Bitch I'm up as fuck, don't test me
Bitch you're weird as fuck, you're dead to me

nabbit [prod. naim09!]

chorus:
i got fat ass pockets
lil bro you need to stop it, i keep coughin'
we at the top of this bitch, i got swag like sonic
told myself i needed to lock in, now i'm locked in
bro said i need some jesus, lil bro you need him too
your entire group got left in pieces, they couldn't handle the truth
i'm the king call me aku, lil bitch you're too rude
sami asked what's the move? we're gonna make him a fool

verse:
when i hop in the stu, i bring a skillet, cuz i be cooking and shit
that boy's throwing a fit, he just lost his bitch
you too thin and shit, you're a fucking stick
lil bro you're not carti, stop wearing them ricks
me and lil sami, we rule the scene, don't challenge us
i'm posted up with my team, we're rich as fuck
we keep counting bucks, call me scrooge mcduck
that boy stink, i think he a skunk, he's a fucking bum

chorus:
i got fat ass pockets
lil bro you need to stop it, i keep coughin'
we at the top of this bitch, i got swag like sonic
told myself i needed to lock in, now i'm locked in
bro said i need some jesus, lil bro you need him too
your entire group got left in pieces, they couldn't handle the truth
i'm the king call me aku, lil bitch you're too rude
sami asked what's the move? we're gonna make him a fool

coughing [prod. djcodeinewar]

chorus:
and i'm back in the mix, we go up
bitch i'm too rich, why you made at us?
you make me sick, you're so dumb
i'm the king of the hill, you're a bum

verse:
bitch i'm going rogue, i can't hang with you folks
he got a empty dome, he's all alone
don't fuck with me, i could break your bones
if you mess with sami, i'll be outside your home
bitch you switch up so much, it's like your switching lanes
i keep my circle so small cuz all of you are lame
y'all are so fake, just like kim k
get out of my face, i don't play games
just saw my dawg the other day, i said what's the word?
you could call me rino cuz i fly high with the birds
bitch we're in the grand prix, me and sami are first place
i keep stunting, i could take your bae
you need me, i could give your whole career a boost
bitch you need help, you got too much issues
i got so much wealth, all you can do is lose,
i'm stunting, stunting, stunting in this bitch, you're a fucking fool

chorus:
and i'm back in the mix, we go up
bitch i'm too rich, why you made at us?
you make me sick, you're so dumb
i'm the king of the hill, you're a bum

grand prix [prod. yan]

chorus:
hoe i'm serving the base, i'll never cut the breaks
i'm going my own way, i couldn't stick with you fakes
i couldn't stick with you fakes, get the fuck out my face
i got paid today, my life is great
hoe i'm serving the base, i'll never cut the breaks
i'm going my own way, i couldn't stick with you fakes
i couldn't stick with you fakes, get the fuck out my face
i got paid today, my life is great

verse 1:
i could never change, the bag is what i chase
you thought i would stay? there's no way
how you got so much hate? that shit got no aim
i made it out okay, without you lames
what the fuck is love? all i know is money
only few people that i trust, you couldn't take shit from me
see it's kinda funny, you turned so bummy
yet you're so judgy

chorus:
hoe i'm serving the base, i'll never cut the breaks
i'm going my own way, i couldn't stick with you fakes
i couldn't stick with you fakes, get the fuck out my face
i got paid today, my life is great
hoe i'm serving the base, i'll never cut the breaks
i'm going my own way, i couldn't stick with you fakes
i couldn't stick with you fakes, get the fuck out my face
i got paid today, my life is great

verse 2:
you're better off forgotten
our beef is still rotten
i refuse to be boxed in
think about what you say, i'm always watchin
i had a epiphany when i turned 18, i don't like you hoes
it's so easy for you to fold, it's so gross
last year i almost took my life, now i feel better than gold
bitch what's your goal

chorus:
hoe i'm serving the base, i'll never cut the breaks
i'm going my own way, i couldn't stick with you fakes
i couldn't stick with you fakes, get the fuck out my face
i got paid today, my life is great
hoe i'm serving the base, i'll never cut the breaks
i'm going my own way, i couldn't stick with you fakes
i couldn't stick with you fakes, get the fuck out my face
i got paid today, my life is great

my life is great [prod. sl4yyer!]

Chorus:
I'm so rich I'm counting these bucks
I'm posted up with lil Sami, we too up
Don't play with us
Don't play with us
Don't play with us, me and my team we lit
I be up with my clique, we too up and shit
I don't fuck with you bitch, don't talk to me
You're on that weirdo shit, oh my god you reek

Verse:
Bitch I'm finally free
I'm with my team, we too clean
I'm the best on the scene, I'm the best on the scene
We too clean, bitch I'm finally free
I keep racks in my jeans, shit's so magic
Don't play your shit it's weak, you're so pathetic
I miss when I was sixteen, it's so tragic
Shit get tragic
I don't miss when I was low, I have to be honest though
Bitch you broke the code, you're only loyal to dope
You always do the most
You are a fucking joke
Bitch I’m high and mighty call me Enerjak
I’m not talking Faygo but we’ll put you off the map
Keep that gossip away from me I don't mess with that
I thought I could trust you but bitch you're a rat

Chorus:
I'm so rich I'm counting these bucks
I'm posted up with lil Sami, we too up
Don't play with us
Don't play with us
Don't play with us, me and my team we lit
I be up with my clique, we too up and shit
I don't fuck with you bitch, don't talk to me
You're on that weirdo shit, oh my god you reek

enerjak [prod. caiburns]

idfwy freestyle [prod. ibabeem]

sundial portfolio vol 2.

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