Name: BRABO GATOR- Dont Tag Me (Feat. Sauce)FACEBOOK THEME SONG by INDEPENDENT GRIND
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LEGACY-Up & Down(Feat.)Brabo Gator

BRABO GATOR- Dont Tag Me (Feat. Sauce)FACEBOOK THEME SONG

Jelly Roll returns with his biggest & best mixtape yet, The Biggest Loser hosted by DJ Hylyte. The tape features appearances by Young Buck, Rittz, Yelawolf, Struggle, Lil Wyte & Haystak with production by The Colleagues, Fatboi, Stoner & more. A deluxe version is also now available on iTunes featuring several bonus track.

Caught In A Trap (Feat. Struggle) [Prod. By Scottzerific]

Tough Guy

Produced by JaMerv 
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Art and Direction by UndefinedXik 
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Lyrics:

Nothing bout it. I know nothing bout it.
I remain rock solid. This ain't even from the project.
You ain't got it. You ain't really got it.
I heard someone pop smoke. They won't even get it popping.
Yall should stop it. Yall should really stop it.
Throwing rocks. Hiding hands. 
Don't make me have to chop it.
I been watching. Working and watching.
Kill'em all. Go to Cuba like that's my only option.
I gotta play to win. I gotta date.
I'm on my way. I'm making it reign again.
I'm in a race. Don't get in the way.
Don't make me spray this shxt.
Yout want the smoke. You prolly choke
cuz Ima lace this shxt. 

[bridge]

I got miles. Don't know who you racing with.
Sink or swim. You can drown like relationships.
I got style. Too much is not enough.
Coming for the bag in cash. Tell'em run it up.

[hook]

Run it up. Run it up
Run it up. Run it. 

[vs2]

I got it I got it. I know what I'm doing. Ain't nobody stopping it.
I got it on lock and I got the key by the way I'm unlocking shxt.
You gotta be kidding. The best in the city. You better come get me.
I'm bout to take off but I get no days off. Yeah, I'm really witty.
Yeah, I'm really witty but I give a damn. You know I'm the man.
You know I'm the man and I gotta plan.
I gotta plan. Just look at my hand.
You don't understand. I'm making a play. I'm out in the field.
I'm out in the field. I'm ready to kill.
I do it at will. This shxt is forreal cuz
I gotta play to win. I gotta date.
I'm on my way. I'm making it reign again.
I'm in a race. Don't get in the way.
Don't make me spray this shxt.
Yout want the smoke. You prolly choke
cuz Ima lace this shxt.

Run It Up

SPANK! X BANKROLL4L

The legend goes like this:

One night, after a long studio session, you’re on the last train back home—half asleep, headphones dead, phone at 1%. The city feels weirdly empty. As the train pulls into a random station, you notice an old, beat-up red mailbox on the platform. No Canada Post logo, just three words spray-painted on the side:

“SEND WHAT YOU CAN’T SAY.”

You get off the train without even knowing why.

The mailbox has no slot for letters, just a cracked phone screen bolted into the metal. When you touch it, your own iMessage drafts pop up—every unsent paragraph, every angry note, every “yo I miss you” you typed and erased. Messages to old friends, to people you lost, to the city itself. Stuff you forgot you ever wrote.

Then the screen glitches.

The drafts start turning into song titles. Your late-night rants become verses. Old voice notes you saved “just in case” become hooks. The phone freezes on one final prompt:

“LAST CHANCE TO SEND: greetings from toronto (unsent)”

You hit cancel.

The station lights flicker. When they come back on, the mailbox is gone. All that’s left is a folder on your phone with rough demos that didn’t exist five minutes ago.

Over the next few months, every time something heavy happens—a fight, a win, a panic attack, a crazy night downtown—a new “unsent” file shows up in that folder. You never remember recording it, but it sounds like you: tired, honest, and way too real. Eventually you realize the album is basically writing itself from everything you’ve lived through in this city.

So you finish it. You polish the drafts, build around them, turn the chaos into tracks… but you leave the title exactly how it showed up the first night:

“greetings from toronto (unsent)”

BRABO GATOR- Dont Tag Me (Feat. Sauce)FACEBOOK THEME SONG

INDEPENDENT GRIND

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