A fresh one for y'all, I'm pretty proud of this one

Call me mc-swagga, I weave dreams with the drip cloth cut from the royal fabric
Call me mc-dagga, cuttin seams in em when they try to intervene on my bad habits
I'm a nick nacky - building up my team with the pieces from the bax that they took framme
Huh - from the womb to my tomb fuckin hunting for that loot, did you question what I said I'm saying money is my hoops
I do a trickshot, light of  speed layup, waiting on the cause to keep me in this game till day's up
I'm like bill mayer - questioning the shit talking from all these simps
and the leashes on their make ups
I'll shit on prayer - I'm my own pulpit I say a damned sentence and then im fucking they are
And you say where - I say here bitch In the present where you're missing all the motherfuckin tailors
Uh, scriptz

TAILORS (PROD. ID CRYSIS)

New Mask Prod Wadjet

GET OUT (PROD. SLVG)

Hard hitting, vibes and something to enjoy.

HIT THE FLOOR (Prod. CRCL)

Meh i dont even care anymore. Just kinda fuck off.

MP5 (FT. Peign, JMAY)

Killing intent Ft.(99ZED,Odiato)

Fall asleep on shattered glass
Interrupt me when I’m dazing
It’s hollow bitch, I’m broken
Counting feet to meet the pavement
You’ll see me slipping me in
You ask your bitch, I’m phasing
I can’t think about my past
So I stay up and baking

I be blazing when they switching
Caused a lot of pain
Got a lot of quotes from bitches
Stuck up in my brain
Got a lot of friends I’m missing
Every fucking day
Got a lot of fam to visit
When I cross the plane

I be up and seeing spirits
I fear it, I know they doubting
Wonder why I can’t look in the mirror
Know nothing bout it
Rather take a cut to my larynx
And make a fountain
Let him keep his crown, teeth broken
Like where his mouth sits

Let me lay it out straight
Yeh, my bloodline miss a couple
I been walking with this weight
To help my dad, my fam, my uncle
I been poisoning my pace
I’ll leave my home in broken rubble
You can’t see it in my face
It’s hard to see, I keep it subtle

Aye it’s hollow bitch, I’m hoping
I’ll be dead and get up out this
That demon that be starving
Trynna roll up in a pound whip
Shattered glass and carpet
Picturesque, departed
Body lodged in twisted metal
Pieces in your garden

PHASINGTHROUGHSHATTEREDGLASS (Prod. BLEAK BEATS)

ICE is still a no name no love I give them the same 
You getting paid no shame that’s 15 minutes of fame 
I will not hop on the train feels I’ve been driven insane 
I’m still livid from pain I won’t be living in vain 

I don’t need proof still be the dopest 
Speak truth no truce for the fucking posers 
Obtuse, no clue why you braggadocious 
No use for the hype cuz the real notice 
You sold your soul now ya shows soulless 
You ain’t really worth shit like all your gold is
I took it in stride when it started snowing 
My blood got cold, you just fucking folded
You cannot flow cuz your flows stolen 
With or without bros I’m still rolling 
You asked for a feat, sent you an open 
Now where it go bitch is it still loading?
I do not get where your minds is at 
You only grind for the shine that’s wack 
I cannot lie I need mine in stacks 
Keep my eyes on the prize and my pride intact 

ICE is still a no name no love I give them the same 
You getting paid no shame that’s 15 minutes of fame 
I will not hop on the train feels I’ve been driven insane 
I’m still livid from pain I won’t be living in vain 

How do I look in the eyes of the people 
I’ve been living in my mind and it’s peaceful 
You ain’t bout it don’t disguise us as equal
Steady feeding y’all lies and it’s evil
Choices are lethal, we creatures of habit 
Trynna find a routine that is least problematic 
They cannot see that’s what leads to the panic 
I done died in my dreams in a scene full of havoc 
And it’s why I can’t sleep, why I dive so deep
I’m alive but it means that I’m dying slowly 
Ain’t even at the top but it’s getting lonely 
Still an outcast, so fresh and so clean 
I do not speak to you or police 
Saving my breath imma keep it lowkey 
Pull up to the show and the best gone see
You just need to slide through put your bet on me 

ICE is still a no name no love I give them the same 
You getting paid no shame that’s 15 minutes of fame 
I will not hop on the train feels I’ve been driven insane 
I’m still livid from pain I won’t be living in vain

15 MINS (PROD. ICE atm)

LIQUID POISON

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HOAX X BAKRI11 - WARPATH

CYANIDE (feat. AMARRA)

explorer of the abyss 
dweller of forbidden realms

15 MINS (PROD. ICE atm)

ICE atm

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