#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:

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best 

Man it’s hard to put the words together saying how I feel 
Because honestly the ignorance around me never fails
To amaze me
Fuck em though I’m focused on the real 
And they lazy 
I Pick apart they image like a meal 
Niggas crazy
Seen enough, they the bottom tier and that’s a fact 
I ain’t begging for respect but you should know just where it’s at
Niggas talking like they popping when they barely on the map
They be focused on the wrong things all I do is laugh
No pity though I’m finna outwork them
My ear to the streets been connected like a modem
Man I’ll die for this shit, at the top of the totem
They’ll recognize me then but nigga fuck it i’on want em 

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best 

On the real they gon know me when I’m gone uh huh
On they heels they afraid of what’s to come uh huh
Got em lurking so they watching where I’m from
Fake as fuck to me whenever showing love uh huh
And I just get frustrated
Inside my head I’m jaded 
Compare myself to other people but I’m never basic 
I put myself in a position where the envy’s weighted 
It’s like a backpack full of bricks to me I fucking hate it 
They say comparison in this world be the thief of joy 
So when I’m pissed off all I know is breathe some more 
It’s the only way I’ll relax and keep my core
Everybody got they own path so seek what’s yours 

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best

Living Proof [prod. sketch]

#SCFirst
Lyrics:

I ain’t nothing like these other people walking with they chest out 
My actions do the talking so my sympathy been fresh out 
I can’t be lacksaadaisical I can’t be having let downs 
This time is whatchu make it so I’m never living stressed out 

Ever since I put together what I want it’s domination
Imma step up to the spot and take the throne like confiscation 
All these diamonds hella froze they catch me shine no constellation 
And I know they on they toes I be on like whatchu saying oh oh 
Victor go the spoils you can tell me this is fitting 
I was on the low but I never tried to fit in
Focused on my goals figured how I’m finna hit it
Now I’m finally on pockets healthy with the spinach 

Bitch I’m blowing up you know I ball I be on TNT
I be all up in lil shorty draws I call her PSD 
Niggas sayin what? Hold no weight they need a GNC
Play me like a fool but that shit old just like a PSP 
Seen it all before I ain’t playing back ain’t DVD
I was on the floor they ain’t help you can’t eat with me
I been all forward but I still ain’t where I need to be
Hunger hitting hard I been famished but I lead the league 
And bitch you know I run it back 
Add the features to my totals my accountant handles that 
I remember I was envious of them but not again
This the culmination of what happens when you got a plan oh oh 

Ever since I put together what I want it’s domination
Imma step up to the spot and take the throne like confiscation 
All these diamonds hella froze they catch me shine no constellation 
And I know they on they toes I be on like whatchu saying oh oh 
Victor go the spoils you can tell me this is fitting 
I was on the low but I never tried to fit in
Focused on my goals figured how I’m finna hit it
Now I’m finally on pockets healthy with the spinach

Victor Goes The Spoils [Prod. Sketch]

Wind Blows
Bryce Brixton
lyrics:

Baby I just wanna trust but depends what way the wind blows
Every other gust got me wishing it was simple
We been out of touch but we pick up when it gets close
Ive been in a rush, but it’s hard for me to let go 
But I know what I gotta do to make things right
And its all that I wanna do but I can’t fight
I want some solitude and peace of mind
But it’s hard for me to move when I can’t say bye 
To you
I was right with you
Never lied to you 
Woulda died for you 
But no more 

I’ll admit that when I walked away that I was down bad
Under the impression that you coulda just laughed 
At me when you fuckin off and I gave all I had 
Tried to fill the holes you left me with it wasn’t for the best 
All the hours and minutes
I was so diminished
When you took my confidence and ripped it to infinites 
I was trynna glue it back together but I didn’t 
Almost went and lost myself the inner me was hidden
I was at a loss til I finally went and found it
Had a detour so I went and moved around it
Stuck up in the moment fell in love with how it sounded
Washing out the memories ain’t good enough I drowned em
I never thought I’d give it up
Baby what happened to us

Baby I just wanna trust but depends what way the wind blows
Every other gust got me wishing it was simple
We been out of touch but we pick up when it gets close
Ive been in a rush, but it’s hard for me to let go 
But I know what I gotta do to make things right
And its all that I wanna do but I can’t fight
I want some solitude and peace of mind
But it’s hard for me to move when I can’t say bye 
To you
I was right with you
Never lied to you 
Woulda died for you 
But no more

Wind Blows [Prod. Bri-C]

Baby Baby

Just A Little

springfield_nights

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Produced by Veedy on the Beat
Mix & Master by Jay Kurzweil

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Ollie - Back to Back to Back

This is the “original” SoundCloud order of my album with an exclusive bonus track for all my SoundCloud listeners. (“stay the same”) was not included in this original version. I love you guys<3 Enjoy.


This project isn’t just a collection of songs — it’s a story. Each track was chosen and placed in this order for a reason. It’s meant to be heard front to back, no skips, because it follows the cycle of my sadness — from the first crack in my mind to the darkest lows, and finally to the small pieces of light I could find.

Please listen in order. It’s more than music — it’s my life, my pain, and the way I survived it.

i left the devil in boston (UNRELEASED ALBUM)

Last Time Getting High

THERE

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Living Proof [prod. sketch]

Bri-C

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