after how many bloody years.. 😂😭 it’s fire man

#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]

prod. sketch
lyrics:
Let the records tell it 
I’m a walking prophecy
I’m stepping way above and fire and wide from what they wanna see
I never tried to be nobody else they all wannabe’s
Different than whatever they imagined so they copy me 

You and me we not the same 
I do all the shit you can’t 
Dropped a couple gears and whipped around y’all had to switch the lanes 
Damier with Prada shades
If I step outside today
I found all these enemies right next to where the dollars made 
Ooooh
I know the jealousy gon’ get you 
Magazines if you got issues
Pray one day that karma hit you like 
Oooh
Can’t stick with you 
And the envy just continues 
They don’t know bout what we been through though

Hope you know I tried my best
Cause I never tried to flex 
Hard I can’t avoid it when my day to day is getting checks 
Signed me a deal and kept all the publishing working hard these the effects
These niggas be capping bout how they be moving they day to day lazy i’m losing respect 
I’ll teach you a class, tell you my origin story and all and how you can prosper
Documenting all the shit like a movie no acting though we really ballin 
I got the work ethic of like thirty horses I be running shit the way I talk it 
Finally put myself up on the map and I done got these record labels calling 
The stu is my office
I don’t got to report to nobody else done talking
I’m self made bitch I’m well paid and that’s all I care about I’m honest 
Told my momma when I’m wealthy I’mma send her out into the tropics 
They don’t wanna see me healthy and they hate the fact that I been polished

You and me we not the same 
I do all the shit you can’t 
Dropped a couple gears and whipped around y’all had to switch the lanes 
Damier with Prada shades
If I step outside today
I found all these enemies right next to where the dollars made 
Ooooh
I know the jealousy gon’ get you 
Magazines if you got issues
Pray one day that karma hit you like 
Oooh
Can’t stick with you 
And the envy just continues 
They don’t know bout what we been through though

Not The Same [prod. sketch]

I was living with my granny had no water in the crib
I’on listen what they say and I’on care bout what they feel
Now they trynna say they sorry
But I’m deaf it’s hard to hear
Through the pain i’m still gon smile like I bought some new veneers
Man it’s okay
Cause now I’m Steppin out i’m fresher than some Colgate 
And on this road I had to make sure that my tolls paid 
I told my mama that I’m fed up with these long days
Uh huh, wait
Tell me if you know the feeling when your back against the wall
Hard for me to shed a tear I’m used to seeing bodies fall 
19 when he passed told that nigga imma ball
Got these chains up on my neck but still ain’t colder than my heart 
Hard for me to love the cash when I got demons in the crib
Skellies deep inside my closet hard to leave em in the rear
I’m still doing what I gotta, I refuse to be in fear
I’m a product of the block I tried to leave, it’s hard to steer

From apartment to apartment I been living on the run
Tried to leave shit in the past, but it keep on coming up
Vacant lots where I be sitting trynna get this money up
I was rolling with my brodies, know they always show me love
But I know that everything is really out for what it seems
I was stressing with no options here exploding at the seams
If my bro done taught me anything it’s stack by any means 
“Even if you get it dirty there’s a way to make it clean”
Man they don’t know about them nights where I was fed up left alone
My father showed me all the papers said to do it on your own 
I was 15 at the time and been the man inside the own
I was stressing but I promised that I’d make it on my soul
I seen the pain seen the struggle hate to see my mama cry
I was sick and fucking tired trynna barely make it by
You want a difference be the difference words that I be living by
Even if I never make it owe my life to it to try

I was living with my granny had no water in the crib
I’on listen what they say and I’on care bout what they feel
Now they trynna say they sorry
But I’m deaf it’s hard to hear
Through the pain i’m still gon smile like I bought some new veneers
Man it’s okay
Cause now I’m Steppin out i’m fresher than some Colgate 
And on this road I had to make sure that my tolls paid 
I told my mama that I’m fed up with these long days
Uh huh, wait
Tell me if you know the feeling when your back against the wall
Hard for me to shed a tear I’m used to seeing bodies fall 
19 when he passed told that nigga imma ball
Got these chains up on my neck but still ain’t colder than my heart 
Hard for me to love the cash when I got demons in the crib
Skellies deep inside my closet hard to leave em in the rear
I’m still doing what I gotta, I refuse to be in fear
I’m a product of the block I tried to leave, it’s hard to steer

against the wall freestyle [prod. andyr]

#SCFirst
Prod. Bri-C, Shokwave, Binomadeit

lyrics:
1–2–3
When the clock strikes 9
I’d be ready for a fight 
And you’d never see me bleed 
But that doesn’t make it right, baby
I can feel the difference when you do you never tried
All the times I gave you help you took for granted every night 
And now I’m staring at the ceiling with the lights off
I’m counting every crack like moments that we been lost
Even silence got a voice when you’re involved 
I try to shake it from the past but it’s been hard 

Cause I still see your shadow in the driveway light
I can still hear you laughin’ on a Thursday night
But I won’t go back, no I can’t rewind
Cause a story like yours don’t deserve a second try
And I don’t know what you’re doing 
But I’m wishing you meant well
It’s all good you don’t have to prove it you can leave me alone 
Now when you hit my phone
The message at the tone
Tells me that you
Miss me “can you please come home?”
I been wondering hours on the end
Bout what you thought it was 
How could you regret
You made a choice now you’re laying in the bed 
I can’t believe it when you say you wanted this 

Now I’m scrollin’ through the past, tryna edit out your name
Guess it’s easier to pass when I blame you for the pain
Croppin photos every smile that I see of me is fake 
Hard to picture me as happy when you took it all away 
And the looking glass self got me feeling hurt now
Saw a future in your smile til I saw it turn down
Like a house made of dreams that the wind burned down
I been skimming through the smoke but our loves unfound 

Yet I still see your shadow in the driveway light
And I still hear you laughin’ on a Thursday night
But I won’t go back, no I can’t rewind
Cause a story like yours don’t deserve a second try
I don’t know what you’re doing 
But I’m wishing you meant well
It’s all good you don’t have to prove it you can leave me alone 
Now when you hit my phone
The message at the tone
Tells me that you
Miss me “can you please come home?”
I been wondering hours on the end
Bout what you thought it was 
How could you regret
You made a choice now you’re laying in the bed 
I can’t believe it when you say you wanted this

Come Home (with Bryce Brixton) [prod Bri-C x shokwave x binomadeit]

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