#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]

RED LIGHTS

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]

Prod. Jake Angel

I ain’t worried bout a thing know I got the team with me 
I know shorty brought a friend but I think I need fifty
I was down without a hand now they trynna leave with me
But now I’m all about the bands, drum sticks, steel(still) with me 
Pouring up feel like the man think it’s time to make a toast 
And you know ain’t nothing changed how we still finna do the most 
I made it happen this was planned took my baggage to the coast
Lotta comments getting made when you comfortable on the road
You know I’d die about my homies swear to god uh
I took a little then I turned it to a lot uh uh
Fuck a check up just to make it back tomorrow
Saying sorry to nobody had to set myself apart 

Racked up boy you know that I ain’t playing 
Man I know you see the difference see me now and see me then 
Kept the same real circle
Niggas hating but they fans
Wasting energy about me dawg I’ll never understand 
Know I’m with the gang we gon pull up in a sprinter
11 deep switching lanes i know brodie keep it with em
Die about me that’s the game die about em know I live it 
All I know is counting blues been upgraded from Honda civics 

I ain’t worried bout a thing know I got the team with me 
I know shorty brought a friend but I think I need fifty
I was down without a hand now they trynna leave with me
But now I’m all about the bands, drum sticks, steel(still) with me 
Pouring up feel like the man think it’s time to make a toast 
And you know ain’t nothing changed how we still finna do the most 
I made it happen this was planned took my baggage to the coast
Lotta comments getting made when you comfortable on the road
You know I’d die about my homies swear to god uh
I took a little then I turned it to a lot uh uh
Fuck a check up just to make it back tomorrow
Saying sorry to nobody had to set myself apart

with me! [prod. Jake Angel]

LYRICS:

(BrxkenBxy)

B!

Yeah

1911, set the club on fire
They talkin' wild, never show up
I'm just on they mind
Your boyfriend freeze out in public
Talkin' shit online
I fuck with bad bitches
Keep a hundred dollars in dimes
I know i'm ballin'
I can't conversate with none of you bitches
Money callin'
Got three hundred thousand on the way
You stuck at college
Your mans tryna be me
When i step in collar poppin'
These VVS's prolly blind a bitch
I know you watchin'

Yeah
Rotted out my teeth from sippin' codeine
Hi-Tec, bloody double cup back to the old me
Like watch this
I could take your bitch and leave you lonely
Met that bitch, same night
Now she go down don't even know me
Tell her count it up
I got bands on the way, like i'm heavy metal
None of you boys could catch my wave
I hit the dealer like "it's all in"
Sippin' on somethin' purple
She wan' leave, bitch i got options

(David Burns)

Yuh

And i wont give her time
Tryna make her mind up
She said she in love
I swear to god, she barely know me
Why she got all of those crosses on her body?
She ain't holy
Throw it in
I called her a swimmer how she dive in
Said she feel like cinderella when we ridin'
300 on my dash, i turned my car into olympics
The wire hit my line, that's what i sparkled up my wrist with
VVS diamonds on my neck, a lot of sixes
Said she got a man so i wont put her in no pictures
I'm toxic
I can't make my mind up
I might ghost her in a phantom
I think she fell in love to hard
Cause now she throwin' tantrums
Tell her i like playing dumb
Fuck all of that drama
Told my brother he like playin' with drums
Uh huh

(BrxkenBxy)

Yeah

1911, set the club on fire
They talkin' wild, never show up
I'm just on they mind
Your boyfriend freeze out in public
Talkin' shit online
I fuck with bad bitches
Keep a hundred dollars in dimes
I know i'm ballin'
I can't conversate with none of you bitches
Money callin'
Got three hundred thousand on the way
You stuck at college
Your mans tryna be me
When i step in collar poppin'
These VVS's prolly blind a bitch
I know you watchin'

On They Mind

on they mind (Ft. David Burns)

Katie's Confession

Psych Ward!

Mad Man!

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