it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

I see you looking at me like you startstruck/
Pocket full of white girl
Trapping out the Starbucks
She wanna go and shop at Neimen Marcus/
Pick up what you want/ 
I got you covered like a parka/
if anytime I’m wrong/
Or the money what she after/
I’ll just cut her off/
Continue another chapter/
Been a dope boy so long
I started rapping 
Everyone Gon cast doubt until it happen/
I’m just tryna ball/
Cash out/
And grab my  fracation/
And no way they leave adara up out the action/
they plate looking good, I’m starving I gotta have it/
I’ll get it from bars or bullets/
Lyrics or automatics/

Ain’t that what you want?/
What you need?
Living in a dream?
To me the complicated is the easiest to read/
Ain’t that what you want?
What you need?
What you want ?
what you need?

I see you looking at me like a meal ticket
Like something broke inside but you can’t fix it 
they only wanna love if it benefiting/
they keep you in the box/
a mental prison/
Adara learned a lot/
and I hope you feel it/
I was on the block/
I was just a witness/
I ain’t never say a word/
Cuz that’s none my business/
Had to stay away from fakes/ 
Can’t trust a codefendant/
Had to cop that whip the rental more expensive/
I just gotta get it/
Been on top my mission/
so keep on wishing/
think that you should listen/
It cuts deep, so I guess it true/
You probably think that I’m talking out you/

it's ok, I'll do it again

Fake Love (what you need)  - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

My Name Is Warhol

Doug Dimmadome ft Adonis Love - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

Globetrotter Freestyle - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

LoveSick (ft. Silk Sonic) - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
I wish i had the drop on my oops/
I would squash the beef/
Got up out the streets/
Started rapping like I sorcetes
Curry passed the beat/
And of course it’s as hot me/
Hard to juggle life/
Need a Porsche/
and a bed to sleep/
But still they still sleeping/
I’m weak what they teaching/
It ego they facioucous/
Conmigo you mi amigo/
We grow or we stay heathens/
enbolden by they statements/
This music just take patience/
They dub me I stay waiting/
Like games on the PlayStation/
I’m loading, no evading/
no video freeze framing/
So send em to meet em to satan/
And they wanna compete/
warning/
They scatter retreat/
Sadly a matter of fact/
The hate make my greatest increase/


okay now quick/
Let em get hip to the products/
This shit is like volcanos/
Thats hot bitch thats the lava/
My pops taught me to struggle/
On lock with the rebuttles/
can’t stop/
Or Ima perish/
That’s not exaggeration/
My heart is in the music/
But soft can make the payments/ 
Rock up and make double/
Stay low don’t make trouble/
embolden by their all statements/ 
I’ll flip this and get paid/
and maybe I’ll get a mansion/
on homeless shit anyway/

when they see me in the streets/
It’s a fucking celebration/
gang of big steppers/
Put in cracks inside the pavements/
empty out the register/
don’t even think I’m playing/
cause we real life hungry/
Gets i
can’t everybody be trappers/
cant everybody rap/
But adara do both/
Outside we boom the ave/
When they see me in the trap/
the fiends all get a treat/
I’m the outliar/
Outta box so fuck your niche/
Can’t stop I rather die/
Just Kill ‘em he won’t quit/
don’t question or ask why?/
Perplexed by all this ice/
a vest and a beratta/
it’s dangerous play nice/
And paper on my mind/
I’m stuck in these confines/
Of constantly moving time/

Duality - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: Heard they do it for the money
Heard they do it for the chains/
Ain’t that strange
Cuz we do for the game/
Mind your own/
You need to run your lane/

That’s my legacy 
Everybody 
Gonna know my name/
That’s my legacy/
Cartier shades/
When the pack touchdown/
It’s a pass rush now/
Im a star under pressure/
But I’m not stressed out/
Yeah I heard this rap in a whole cash cow/
Tryna get rich off a single than you blinded/
So one track minded/
You ain’t gonna listen/
Nevermind it/
They ain’t bout the friction, no ambition they ain’t grinding/
Choking in the field, anybody the haimlick/
I keep it real/
Going harder than diamond/
knew that they was fake when I took a look inside them/ 

Heard they do it for the money
Heard they do it for the chains/
Ain’t that strange
Cuz we do for the game/
Mind your own/
You need to run your lane/

That’s my legacy 
Everybody 
Gonna know my name/
That’s my legacy/
Cartier shades/
When the pack touchdown/
It’s a pass rush now/
step aside or get crushed/
Boom turn to dust/
When we step up in the room/
hit the moon Elon musk/
Cop the the shuttle we go zoom/
Run on fumes for the rush/
Put em in a tomb if they wanna battle us/
It’s the take over soon/
Break all the rules/
Adara on the rise, told the world get in tune/

Legacy - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: Wake up
Ey son wake up
Te tan′ buscando unos pelaitos ahi
Dicen que tienen algo que decirte

I tried to take the reins/
Like they say, take action/
but they setting up blockades/
Each day we move past them/
They claim to be the best/
Seem a little out of practice/
so say it with your chest/
confess you just a actor/
Never settle nothing less/

a devil in Prada dress/
a delicate little demons/
who dealing in distress/
Adrenilline is a feeling/
the feeling i like best/
Coming from that drilling, to tours and mic checks/

I do it/
They said i couldn’t/
I did it/
They I wouldn’t/
Ya dig it/
I keep on pushing/
The realest since Times invention/
the talent is just insurance/
ensuring completed mission/
I burn em, they keep on sleeping/

wake up/

You don’t wanna miss out/
On the movement/
You acting blind homie wtf u doing/
Never lack where I’m from they be shooting/
Holler back, click my link you gotta boost it/
music all I have/
Ain’t no secondary stupid/
I sensed their was confusion/
expecting not introducing/
So many years in this music/
I figured they know/
cuz I been around the world/
Yeah I live on the road//
But i stand my ground
 lead the revolt/
I know they needed a leader/
That’s in a league of his own/
I’m with my team, we won’t stop till we on/
Explosión coming soon we just planted the bomb

Open you mind
Close you eyes
Metele mente one tu che che che tienes cuentas pendiente one tu
Che che che open you mind close you eyes metele mente one tu
Che che che
El área sigue caliente one tu che che che

The Devil Wears Prada - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

Fuck It ft. 8BitJ - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
And at the red light/
Chevy suburban, with foggy headlights/
heard they were talking/
And scheming to get they bread right/
I was always walking/
They driving, maybe they better off/
Thought about robbing and stealing/
And if it’s worth it/
light change to green/
Tires schreech in the distance/
Bullets fly by/
3 shots but they missed me/
I guess I get to live another day/
Fuck it/
Ima get a flip rap check/
Cop a bucket/
Ima do it big/
Cop a crib in the country/
Get it how you live/
Out the way the cant touch me/
Couldn’t been decayed on the street/
No one coming/
But I’m still living/

Im from the 47th bitch im built different/
Still sipping purple/
Even though it kill people/
keep a small circle we are not equal/


They swear the of relation/
Intruding conversation/
The fusion Im providing/
Just like Procreation/
Don’t approach/
If you got no motivation/
And if your music whack/
That ima just change the station/
Im on a mission/ Liam neason taken/
a piece of me conflicted/

but when I beat it up don’t complain that your belly aching/
and when you see me out/
Or when you see me rapping/
Keep my name up out your mouth/
If you boyfriend bout that static/
Than I guess we gotta wrap ‘‘em up/
I peeped ‘em dragging feet/
I don’t think they catching up/
Scared buay retreat when they peep/
Mans bad as us/
I told that hoe to leave/
Cause her story wasn’t adding up/
What the fuck you think I’m adara/
bitch batter up/

$1.47 - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

it's ok, I'll do it again...

LYRICS: 
If they gave the boy a brick/
Id build a crib like a mason/
33rd degree, To free my brothers from the basin/
Lurking in your dreams/
Hold machetes like I’m Jason/
Mixing up my words/
Speaking creole like a harian/
I be off them drugs, so no one knows what I be saying/
If you understand you 1 percent of population/
This come from my creation/
Off the speed like I be racing/
Rolling off the addy, probably give me palpitations/
Part of operation, to poison generations/
important that I make it/
I’ve been Poor in search of payment/
I’ve pouring everything in
Don’t need no explainition/
Never speak a word until I reach my idestination/

 so now you think you the man/
you fiends and some fans/
Don’t believe the hype/
Most these rappers on to scams/
Tried to sell you dreams/
you should stick to your exams/
If I had the chance, or known in advance 
Makebdifferent plans

but i got it out the mud, I got they blood all on my hands/
would you give your life? 
For some kicks and a band?/
Kickfliping over vanss
Or crib and a benz/
When you rich ain’t no friends/
Rico killed mitch for 14 keys/
That was his man/
So we gon flip 14gs from a gram/
This that morphine, all in your vein/
Inside this jam/
but we still Poor, eating them beans up out a can/ 
This a horror scene/
Silence in sacrificing the lamb/
I feel like buffalo bill/
in a dodge interceptor/
I’ll spill they blood all on the wall/
And play it back projector/
I got a wall full of souls/
Ima spirit collector/
Im Shang tzun mixed with Hannibal lector/
I’ll take it over and over/
I killed her than resurrect her/
And maybe when I’m sober/
Will I learn to regret/
But still me for granted/
And they so quick to forget it/

Fake Love (what you need) - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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