Death Penalty - jck

Strange Things

Last Dance

Conley x Bri-C - from the floor

#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]

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]

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]

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