adrias:
ah not in loveee
stop tellin your girls that im the one yea
im sippin wockhardt
i been fienin so i pore some moreee yea
(falsetto adlibs)
(this part makes no fucking sense)
im manifesting all this shit 
i think im gonna need some bandaids 
these hoes got me in a fit its irrelevant 
im colder than your bitch come check my fit
bro you dont even meet the standards i dont think you could fit in
your unappliable 
your hoe comin to me w all her shit like im reliable
i dont think your viably working on your shit
moving imaginary bricks
rivxr:
?? think they cookin but nobody sayin grace
??? no competition the shit you make sound the same
and you talk a lot of shit but nobody aint know your name woah
you thinking you the shit ha 
looking like a bitch
everybody faking in a second you gon switch up
taking all the credit boy i think there was a mix up
lookin at your #'s yea we know you kinda fixed up
oh yea your shawty let me bang 
everytime im in your city she ask me "boy where you at"
when im fuckin on your bbyg i dont get to attached 
if you keep on talking to me boy you gonna catch the mac woah

#wedontneedyou w/rivxr

Carchcore V3

Perfume (prod.m4kima)

prod. fiftyzeros
made on bandlab :p
second ever song :)

i dont know but im fuckin tryin
from the go you was fuckin lyin
i lost control but im bein silent
got another hoe the last one cryin
slidin down yo block u better run hoe
fuckin on some bitches spend some money on some damn clothes
feelings on yo mind but im runnin out of time hoe
emptyin the clip on yo head thats a crime hoe

checkin my phone, like what you talkin bout
driftin down yo block round the corner like a roundabout
speakin out of line hit yo ass and i knock you out
seven different hoes on the low that we dont talk about
seven different hoes that we dont talk about
i just wanna do this make my momma proud
seven different hoes that we dont talk about
i just wanna do this make my momma proud

smokin on yo pack yeah you know we really vibin
high as fuck in the clouds you know we fuckin flyin
talk to me! yeah you know im really fuckin tryin
everything i said yeah you said i was lyin

niz reactin to this hey wassup bro
hollon lemme focus on the damn flow
tryna run with me yeah yo ass get rejected
tryna play with me yeah its gettin really hectic

slidin down yo block u better run hoe
fuckin on some bitches spend some money on some damn clothes
feelings on yo mind but im runnin out of time hoe
emptyin the clip on yo head thats a crime hoe
checkin my phone, like what you talkin bout
driftin down yo block round the corner like a roundabout
speakin out of line hit yo ass and i knock you out
seven different hoes on the low that we dont talk about
seven different hoes that we dont talk about
i just wanna do this make my momma proud
seven different hoes that we dont talk about
i just wanna do this make my momma proud

seven different (prod. fiftyzeros)

dropitdownlike (9lives)

quit thinking / out my shell (demo)

ftwinter

flac! ~ end of the month * prod centi, carian, neurotic

@9geisha
@brwg - @6vesta
@brwg - @Besiah
@brwg - @lovecupid444

Vesta + Besiah + Cupid + Drugz (9geisha)

We r Special

I’ve been gone
Don’t know how long
Turned my phone off
Had to move on

Too much noise
Too much pain
Needed space
Needed rain

No goodbye
No more fight
Just went quiet
Out of sight

Didn’t mean to fade
Didn’t mean to lie
I just had to leave
Didn’t say why

So if I stay gone
Just know it’s love
But sometimes
Ain’t enough x2

I seen love turn fake in a week
Heard "I got you" turn to "don’t speak"
Now I don’t text back, I don’t reach
Too much noise, I need peace.

I’m still here, same soul, same pain
Different circle, but I stayed the same
No mask, no lies, no shame
If I said I got you, that won’t change

I don’t need much, just a clear mind
Couple real ones, I can call mine
Rest gon’ fade like a bad dream
Still the realest, by all means

I’ve been gone
Don’t know how long
Turned my phone off
Had to move on

Too much noise
Too much pain
Needed space
Needed rain

No goodbye
No more fight
Just went quiet
Out of sight

Didn’t mean to fade
Didn’t mean to lie
I just had to leave
Didn’t say why

I’ve been low, I’ve been high
Still the same, I don’t lie
They went left, I stayed right
Lost some friends, that’s life

I’ve been low, I’ve been high
Had no tears left to cry
They fell off, I stayed tight
Still the realest in sight

seven different (prod. fiftyzeros)

xela