When that pack touchdown  🥶🌨☔️🖤

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

Globetrotter Freestyle - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
I thought I told you I was starving
Now I started eating beats
Pressure in percussions
Compress it to MP3 
curry pushing buttons
No rushing they envy me
Cause adara hard at rapping
soul harvest it’s hard to speak
You accustumbed to the peasants
in presence of only kings/
In the present sent the message/
We’ll kill ‘em and send the wreath/
eulogy we keep it breif/
a reach a battle me/
They rattled/
They Spirited tattered
they burdened inside they mind
From fighting too many battles
It’s harder than what it seems
An artist who chasing dreams
It’s hotter inside these streets
an artisan underneath
I’m barging inside the game
And demanding they peep the beats
I thoughtI’d leave my mark
In dark in search of spark
A start to be a star
So close to but very far
In park we put the car, paid for partly by the bars
Pause
Let me play around and rearrange it
Emotions such asanger, envy rage and all that’s hatred
Gonna lead to only guilt
Depression and leave you anxious
Anguish, and contemplation
Have patience, and run the bases
que triste, estamos listos
Dijestes q es para siempre
Y pensé que problamente
Mi Camino es differente
Babygyal asi para me no es sufficente


I thought I told you I was starving
Tengo hambre
Hop up out those kicks or else this shit will get macabre
Ima need dem peso mami
bottles fulls of bombay
When I’m chilling out in Cabo
smoke grabba drink the cafe

for now I need a dollar

Dollar that’s I all I need

And when i lay to rest
I pray my soul you keep
The key, inside the dream
I’m awake, I don’t ever sleep
Never leisure on computer creating abusing beats
Go stupid
Or be sheep
Get moving
Or stay in sheets
She saying I read her mind
I told her there’s strangers things
she told me she feeling fine
That’s code for I’m bout to cheat
relationship picture perfect
In person the cameras see
It’s worse if you show the pain
Just smile and tell ‘em cheese
Don’t mattered what you accomplish it’s better to be a meme

They let ‘em kill their their dreams

Very sad, RIP
I almost died for this music
Cause music what make me breathe
They hating they staying salty, insult me and shoot the breeZe
I’m sorry it ain’t your league 
Be aware of where of you play
Praise the lord we alive
And get to see another day
I rock it, to build a rocket to launch and fly away

Take My Time - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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

Produced By SexCurryBeats

Starving Artist Shit Records

LYRICS: 
When I get my chance/
Id buy some cribs and charge them rent/
 look into their soul/
Darker than window tint/
adara gotta go/
And darling you can’t pretend/
Or try and fit their mold/
They’ll influence you to quit/
Continue on your journey/
And one day they will admit/
Just exactly who you are or who you coulda been/
i know this life is hard/
still the world will spin/
and no one give a fuck about the money you don’t spend/
I was on the block, but that ain’t part of who I am/
I was writing hooks way before I walked/
Yeah I ran/
I was in the streets with no shoes/
Like Iran/
so if you sleep in the explosion/
You gon die or lose a limb/
They want inside my mind/
My shine gon turn them blind/
In time, So still I rhyme/

it’s fine, it’ll happen/
For me, I’ve had the feeling for a while/
Dont pay them no mind/
They gon talk about your style/
they just hate that you dream/
and get depressed by your smile/
It’s just as fake as it seems/

Its fine, it’ll happen for you/
I’ve had the feeling for a while/
And i think that’s it’s true/
They gon talk about your style/
But what it got to do with you/
they get depressed by your smile/
I thought you knew ?/
They want you to see you lose/

They’d hate to see you win/

Intimidated by the shine, radiating from within 

I hope you get that pressure of your shoulders/
Heaven only knows, that you always carry boulders/
when the war is raging, it’ll change you to a soilder/
when everything is dead, it’s hard to keep yourself sober/
When everyone is poor/
It’s hard to find that door/
Or even get the key/
To change your life to more/
I hope that you believe/
I know just what in store/



So maybe I’ll proceed to the greatest I can be/
Or the greatest that seen/
When I come up on the scene/
I told my self to breathe/
It’s whats destined for me/
And it’s just what I’ll do/
Exactly just what I’ll do/

I almost died more times I can count/
and somehow I still made it/
Yeah Still made it out/
Still, don’t wear shoes in the house/
Cause it’s been a long time and i never had a couch/
Chill, don’t stress to much on the clout/
cause your purpose way bigger than an app/
bigger than the lies/
Don’t buy into the cap/
Follow what’s inside/
And one day I’ll be back/

Billy Pilgram - 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: 
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: 
In between the cracks 
of side walks/
And beaten paths/
In hills we live like ants/
In concrete and metal slabs/
Like experimental plans/
The drugs what turned them bad/
Like everything else/
We raised with a dad/
and raised next to the river/
That’s poison, but not important/
Of course it, it fits metaforphis/
better if whips imported
Rather than serve a purpose/
They hiding behind a smile and ignore the demons lurking/

They bored/
You see em snoring/
And really we all tourtured/

we just hide it well/
will the story end good?/
Only time will tell/
trinity that’s 3/
Like a minor scale/
Trinity that’s 3 like a minor scale
(Oh my god!)

behind them glass eyes/
In that river in the valley we was baptized/
Ego so big watch it capsize/
need to leave this mountain I get bad vibes/
Maybe from our interaction last time/
I just couldn’t get stay the bad guy/
I just could wrap my mind around empty feeling/
Couldn’t drown myself inside the tragic ending/
Had to end that cycle way before beginning/
I just had to be myself I can’t be codependent/
ima spread my weath just wait a minute for the boy to get it/

But I’m hurting still/ 

and really we afraid we/
 We just hide it well/
Whatever happens next/
Only time will Tell
Trinity that’s 3/
Like a minor scale/

Written by Jesse Winters and Andrew Rodriguez

12:00am - 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/

The Shining - Prod. By SexCurryBeats

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mixed/mastered by GiottoTR. freestyle by EthanDaBrus (aka BigCountry)
title chosen by: sirSquillium Fancyson

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