On One

Get 2 Da Dough

Tobago

7VEN

HELL BENT

My Pain

Process

iS iT ME?

Song Description
A quiet gut-punch about loss, loneliness, and self-reflection this song sits in the space between grief and accountability. It questions why every loved one becomes a memory, blurring the line between fate and self-sabotage, and ends with wondering if the common thread in all these goodbyes might be himself.

HOOK
Why everybody that I love turn into flashbacks?
Why every laugh that we shared feel like a last track?
Why every table that was full got an empty seat?
Why do I toast to the air when it’s time to eat?

Cards on the floor, I just stare at how they fell,
Can’t tell if life shufflin’ crooked or I dealt it myself.
When the smoke clears and it’s only my shadow with me,
I keep starin’ at the mirror like, “Is it really me?”

VERSE
I got ghosts in my call log, numbers I can't dial,
Names saved with a heart turnin' into "last time."
Group chat turned shrine, all the blue bubbles dry,
We was laughin' 'bout forever, now I text the sky.

I see your mom at the store, wearin' that brave face,
Sayin' "baby, you okay?" I feel my chest cave.
I say "yeah, I'm doin' fine," let the lie float free,
’Cause if pain had a voice, it would sound like me.

I still set an extra plate like you runnin' late,
Talk loud to the empty chair just to fill the space.
Play your song in the car, let the bass hit grief,
Every bar that you liked hit different on repeat.

Some left in a flash, some faded like ink,
Some chose a new road, never turned, never blinked.
Every farewell got my fingerprint in the scene,
So when the smoke clears, I keep askin' what it means—"Is it me?"

HOOK
Why everybody that I love turn into flashbacks?
Why every laugh that we shared feel like a last track?
Why every table that was full got an empty seat?
Why do I toast to the air when it’s time to eat?

Cards on the floor, I just stare at how they fell,
Can’t tell if life shufflin’ crooked or I dealt it myself.
When the smoke clears and it’s only my shadow with me,
I keep starin’ at the mirror like, “Is it really me?”

VERSE
Maybe I push 'em away when I'm pullin' 'em close,
Maybe I joke too hard when I'm really that broke.
Maybe I shut down first when the weather get rough,
Put my phone on "ghost mode," call it self-love.

Maybe I cancel plans ’cause the couch feel safe,
Maybe I never say "stay" ’til it's too damn late.
Maybe pride in my chest like a padlocked gate,
Sayin' "I'll hit you tomorrow," then tomorrow came.

I count backs that I watched while the doorframe shook,
Like a lesson that life keep re-readin' me the book.
Every chapter got a name that I still don't speak,
Every margin full of "should'ves" written crooked and deep.

If the common thread's me, then I gotta unweave,
Learn to show what I feel, not just what I tweet.
So I light one candle for the ones I can't reach,
Tryna forgive life for the rest and forgive me.

HOOK
Why everybody that I love turn into flashbacks?
Why every laugh that we shared feel like a last track?
Why every table that was full got an empty seat?
Why do I toast to the air when it’s time to eat?

Cards on the floor, I just stare at how they fell,
Can’t tell if life shufflin’ crooked or I dealt it myself.
When the smoke clears and it’s only my shadow with me,
I keep starin’ at the mirror like, “Is it really me?”

iS iT ME

Roseto (Freestyle)

Lyrics:
This sound like collard greens and gritz
Finna mess up the whole scene with this
All raps don’t sing wit this
Ion’ even need the hook
They don’t give me no look
Then I’m going for the steal 
Lord take the wheel
Been sipping on the liquor 
Pop a couple Advil
Respect me like yo elder
Act like that you know the drill
Been at this for a while 
Lot of blood been spilled
(Uh)
I ain’t a killer but don’t push me
(Aye)
Momma didn’t raise no pussy
(Aye)
Ima Vet not a rookie
Sipping on fine wine
5’9 they over look me
Now its gon’ run you a couple stacks just to book me
(Uh)
I got kids I need my ins
So don’t call if it ain’t about the bread
You ain’t call when I was broke
I don’t need no friends
 
If you don’t got money for your rent
Get yo ass out the club
Come back when you get yo money up
It’s not worth it
Stop splurging
You been fucking up
 
You tryna keep up wit these niggas aye
I’m tryna blow past em
But I can’t move too fast
A nigga got asthma
Prolly why it took so long for me to get here
Don’t call me bro if you don’t know me
Man the shit weird
I’m catching every blessing coming this year
And the next year
Peep the writing on the Good Year
(Uh)
Leave it up to me I kill the whole game
Grew up whole family selling cocaine
So I ain’t never have to join the dope game
But I wrote raps 
Put the fire to ya whole vein
(Uh)
Either niggas know or they don’t Mayne
Either played ball or you sold cain
(Aye)
Niggas ain’t heard it like this
That white that pure
That look like Gritz
 
If you don’t got money for your rent
Get yo ass out the club
Come back when you get yo money up
It’s not worth it
Stop splurging
You been fucking up

Tobago

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