Double Crossed

Double Crossed (prod. Boibin)

#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]

Heart Severed (ft. jahmi)(prod. @jeanparkr)

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]

ALADDIN

VILLAIN!

Task Force
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Team be pulling up and looking like a task force
In the Beamer shit be moving like it’s nascar 
I got problems now that I ain’t ever ask for 
Still gon find a way to hate me that’s the sad part 
But I can’t pay no mind to debts that never stack up
Know you need me but I’m gonna need a bag for it 
4k screen when I’m looking at the dashboard
Holiday team still be working like a passport
Had to take them losses but we learned and made it back more 

And I just know to run it up
Man I tripled down them totals that I made in ‘21
Got them pocket watchers mad man i’on really give a fuck
Cause when you getting to that bag man you don’t care about the love
I got idols telling me that imma get it staying patient
Man I always knew the ceiling high but lately I’m adjacent
Man they parallel to what I am they lowly so they hate this 
Swear I never gave a fuck I think it’s time for you to face it
All I know is love be really hatred on the low 
Same ones used to doubt me now they tapping in my phone
Funny how they see the wave and wanna surf it but I know
That these niggas fair weather and they gone before the storm 
I been on the clock, ain’t no breaks when you chosen
Work with what I got, made a name dawg they know this 
Had to bet it all, even when i thought folded
Now I’m cashin’ when niggas told me I should forfeit 

Team be pulling up and looking like a task force
In the Beamer shit be moving like it’s nascar 
I got problems now that I ain’t ever ask for 
Still gon find a way to hate me that’s the sad part 
But I can’t pay no mind to debts that never stack up
Know you need me but I’m gonna need a bag for it 
4k screen when I’m looking at the dashboard
Holiday team still be working like a passport
Had to take them losses but we learned and made it back more

task force [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]

No Happy Ending Ft. XLEON

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Jerry Springer

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task force [prod. bri-c]

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