#SCFirst
Prod. Peril

Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change 
Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change 

She don’t wanna leave with you no way
Louis V for my shoes, okay
She wanted Prada 
But I gave her nada
She wanted me for my blues okay
Stepping right out and I hop in the foreign
I know they mad ‘cause they life is too boring 
Put on your song everybody be snoring
I took your shorty I’m sorry she whoring
Say just what you want to me but we gon get these millions 
Stack it til it’s taller trynna make it through the ceiling 
They be trynna rock with me but I don’t really feel them
All they do is copy me so motherfuck they feelings
I want it all to live in a mansion
She wanna call but I never answer 
Money been tall it play for the panthers 
Say they been balling but they get canceled 
Hop out the Bentley to hop in the range
Why you comparing when we ain’t the same
I never had it when I was a lame
Funny everything started to change yeah

Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change 
Hanging out the window
In my Rari
Got a new chauffeur
It’s your shorty
They don’t want gun smoke 
Ain’t no problem 
Pullin up 15 deep what’s poppin
I just spent 10 more on some rings
Pull up all black in a brand new range
They gon’ wanna talk not much they say 
Imma keep counting up all my change

Chauffeur! [Prod. Peril]

Hook:
Just pick my side
I get fucked up 
My high gets stuck
Someone said it’s all part of life…
Well apart of mine
dare you to judge
This 40 buss
Ain no switch
Unless
We sliding in a rush yeah
Or he ain spill enough blood yeah

If yeen with me 
Tell a nigga RIGHT NOW
 
I need to know
Which nigga to call out
Out loud!

Stay to myself 
 But I can’t be alone for hours

X2 ain feelin no kinda love
just feelin all these
Drugs oh wow!

Look at the scoreboard
I’ve been down 
But scored alone
Don’t hold your hand out anymore




Verse!
I know 
I know 
I know
I can’t just go out
 And repair things
They want me to go through
Their pain
Like her knees 
When she giving was brain
 Wasn’t worried bout that 
Just steppin on racks
Popped this perc
Watched my world collapse
Smoked 32 grams
I know
I gotta step back
Can’t work my magic
This time
Upped the score
I’m in prime time
Superstitious 
Still making plays
Need every dime
Can’t be myself 
it’s a big crime 

Well lock me up and
Get a bang for ya buck
But Once I touch dat fye
Damn right 
 I gotta blast lil bruh 

He talking to loud
He ain never seen me
Turn it up
Can’t show that side to everybody..
Just cause there somebody 
Don’t need no one off this Molly


Hook:
Just pick my side
I get fucked up 
My high gets stuck
Someone said it’s all part of life…
Well apart of mine
dare you to judge
This 40 buss
Ain no switch
Unless
We sliding in a rush yeah
Or he ain spill enough blood yeah

If yeen with me 
Tell a nigga RIGHT NOW
 
I need to know
Which nigga to call out
Out loud!

Stay to myself 
 I can’t be alone for hours

X2 ain feelin no kinda love
just feelin all these
Drugs oh wow!

Look at the scoreboard
I’ve been down 
But scored alone
Don’t hold yo hand out anymore




Produced by TheSkyBeats
Written by Pxpi AK

Scoreboard

purpose.
prod. Bri-C

lyrics:

They don’t tell you when you start that shit gets harder as you grow
I remember rocking starter with my father at the store
Overnight to pay that mortgage got my mama going broke
Ain’t no cash can pay her back but I’m gon try with all I know
Tried to make them proud and crashing out was down bad on the low
Swear depression almost took me had they names in every note
Contemplating real decisions shit be crazy how it goes
Glad I fucked it up because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have seen the score
And this lifestyle got a purpose, I know that shit be worth it
So every day, I wake I’m thankful that I find myself a purpose
Used to take that shit for granted but it’s different now I’m certain
Maybe death around the corner I don’t know he could be lurking

I was only 19 I lost my brother off them drugs 
I was staring at that casket, thinking back to times I loved 
With all the times that’s past you think that shit be better than it was 
Just know that grieving shit be harder when you’re talking about some blood 
When they buzzed me into ICU my heart felt like the beeper 
Intubated and sedated all that pacing made my feet hurt 
My perspective changed on life cause I know everything could be worse 
Wish he never met them niggas that he knew inside of DeWert
Man I’m thankful for my sister all the shit we finally have
Always trynna help her more cause ain’t gon lie she got it bad
All them bills be coming in, always tripled from the last
Getting older, bout that age we taking care of mom and dad
My mama told me that I’m gifted, took a while for me to see it
She believed me with others did it now it’s time to be it
And all the shit I love I know releasing from these demons
And even though I say I’m good I know I never really mean it 

They don’t tell you when you start that shit gets harder as you grow
I remember rocking starter with my father at the store
Overnight to pay that mortgage got my mama going broke
Ain’t no cash can pay her back but I’m gon try with all I know
Tried to make them proud and crashing out was down bad on the low
Swear depression almost took me had they names in every note
Contemplating real decisions shit be crazy how it goes
Glad I fucked it up because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have seen the score
And this lifestyle got a purpose, I know that shit be worth it
So every day, I wake I’m thankful that I find myself a purpose
Used to take that shit for granted but it’s different now I’m certain
Maybe death around the corner I don’t know he could be lurking

purpose [prod. Bri-C]

Surf Season

Hawaiian Punch

Trauma Bond

i don't care. 
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Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told you I don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached
So lately I’m back in my bag
Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told I you don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached 
So lately I’m back in my bag

I been down bad and I hate to admit it
But really I been had a couple of reasons
I was on track trynna get to them racks 
When I had the advance at the top of my DM’s
Fell off the map when I saw whatchu said  Took a turn like a U’ie but I can’t proceed it 
Hole in my heart but I never was bleeding
Feeling immortal I’m knowing you see it
No cap dawg a nigga went AWOL
I’on really even got too much to say dawg
When you giving it your all and your brain goes numb 
That’s a sign that you really shouldn’t stay dawg 
Adding gas to the flame like napalm
She ain’t hearing what I say like Raycon
Know them actions speak louder than words
So stick to the verbs and keep all the say-so’s

Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told you I don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached
So lately I’m back in my bag
Yall think it’s cap but I got it 
Don’t give a fuck if I’m honest
I had to do it again
I told I you don’t really care
She broke my heart but it’s nothing
Sick of that shit like some ‘tussin
Fuck it I can’t get attached
So lately I’m back in my bag

i don't care. [prod. bri-c]

And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low 
And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low 

I got bread to keep me winning I’ll keep spinning til I’m gone 
Heard they wanna hit me with it that’s too bad I’m going rogue 
Niggas getting disrespectful and forgetting bout the code 
You can’t say it to my face then don’t be saying shit at all 
Niggas stepping on my block that’s how they turned my hood a circus 
Pussy tried to prove a point he learning quick that shit ain’t worth it 
I got fits inside my closet that’s worth more than half a birkin
I make triple Whatchu getting and I’m barely fucking working
My cologne be on some other shit I prolly can’t pronounce 
Y’all been off your fuckin rocker Trynna step to my accounts 
Trim the fat and cut the circle of some hoes I’ll do without
Now we riding round yo city turn your cousin into loud huh 

And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low 
And we ain’t toking on no blizzy’s when we say we getchu smoked
Hunnit bands to get me litty I be spending til I’m cold 
She want top me in the city, niggas with me and a pole 
I got rackies on me daily so I’m Trynna keep it low

SMOKED freestyle [p. ezra x taurus]

heavens inside of u

billy bounce

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