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PIMMIE'S DILEMMA

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Pow) (Yeah) (Brrr) (Skrrt skrrt)
Let’s get it, let’s go — ayy, wooh!

[Verse 1]
Just copped a Blicky, it came with a switch (Blick!)
Opps actin’ tough, but they really some snitch (Shh)
Told that bitch “Bend it” — she doin' the splits (Woo!)
Glock got a kick, make it dance like a glitch (Pow)
I don’t sip Tris, but I’m high off the smoke (Smoke!)
Fuckn' these hoes in designer and cloaks (Drip)
Bitch call me daddy while chokin’ my rope (Choke!)
She want the clout, but I gave her the dope (Haha)
Poppin’ my shit like balloons in the back (Boom!)
Nigas get popped if they move with the cap (Bang!)
Lil' ho a freak, had to nut on her lap (Yeah)
Glock in my jeans, that shit makin’ me sag (Grrrah!)
Slide on yo block, I got ten in the whip (Vroom!)
Draco on tuck, and it came with a grip (Hold up)
She got a man, but she still let me hit (Facts)
Bustin' her down while I’m countin’ my chips (Cheese!)

[Chorus]
Check my class (Check!)
Shake it fast (Yeah!)
Throw it back (Pow!)
Make it clap (Brrrra!)
Pop that shit (Let’s go!)
Make it flip (Skrrt!)
Nigas mad (Haha)
Suck my—(Ayy!)

[Verse 2]
I keep a Glock, I don’t tussle with nigas (Nah)
Run in your spot, get to dumpin’ like hiccups (Boom!)
Bitch on my dick, she be beggin’ for pick-ups (Thirsty!)
Hop in the booth, I be lit like a stick-up (Lit!)
Opps try to run, but this drum got no patience (Grrrah)
Fuckn' his hoe while he postin’ locations (Clown)
I’m with the demons, no need for no fake shit (Facts!)
Hunnid round drum, it look like a spaceship (Zoom!)
Bustin’ on beats like I’m bustin’ her walls (Splash!)
She suckin' dick with no hands — got the jaws (Slurp)
Nigas be goofy, they trip when they crawl (Trip)
I got the gas, got the smoke in the halls (Gas!)
Blick in the backpack, I’m ready for static (Pow!)
Bitch do a split, now I’m feelin’ ecstatic (Go!)
Off of a Xan, she be wildin’ dramatic (Crazy!)
She call me daddy, I’m way too emphatic (Ugh!)

[Pre-Chorus]
Opps on my line (Line), they don't want no smoke (Nope)
Blicky gon’ talk (Talk), when I lift that scope (Skrrt!)
She got that throat (Throat), deep as a boat (Boat)
We make it rain (Rain), no need for a coat (Drip!)

[Chorus]
Bounce that ass (Bounce!)
Shake it fast (Fast!)
Throw it back (Throw!)
Make it clap (Clap!)
Pop that shit (Pop!)
Make it flip (Flip!)
Nigas mad (Why?)
Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 3]
I’m with the squad and we lit off the beans (Beans)
Told her “Don't speak” — she just swallow the lean (Lean!)
I got some bitches who twerk for the team (Yeah)
I got some shooters who spray off the scene (Brrrra!)
Fuckn' yo bitch in a trap with no lights (Trap!)
She call me king while I ruin her life (Facts!)
Blicky go pow, and it echo at night (Boom!)
Opps wanna tweet, but they scared of the fight (Pussy!)
Glock got a beam, it gon’ dance in your chest (Wooh!)
Pull up and flex, while she undress (Drip)
She say I’m next, I say “Bitch, I been blessed” (Blessed!)
Take off my shirt, now she grippin' my pecs (Yeah!)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)

Bounce That Shit [Prod. PMO Music]

Lyrics: 

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
Yeah (woo)
Huh, huh (let's go), brrr (yeah), pow

[Verse 1]
These opp niggas dead (dead)
Ten times outta ten, I'm one step ahead (ahead)
Creep low with that TEC, let it fill up his head (head)
Creep low with that TEC, leave 'em slumped in his bed (bed, bed, bed)
Margiela the stitch, these kicks cost heavy bread (bread)
Bust moves like a glitch, that beam paint him red (paint him red)
Plain chain on my wrist, still dance like it's fed (woo)
Locked in with that green, but still knock off your dreads (brrr)

[Verse 2]
Fake boys done (done)
Ten times outta ten, they run when I come (come)
Pop out with that heat, cook him right to the bone (bone)
Pop out with that heat, leave him stiff like a cone (cone, cone)
Rick Owens drip, that fit on loan (on loan)
Catch him at the light, then he turn to a tone (bah)
Plain face when I aim, but I leave no stone (uh-huh)
Claim he hard, then he fold—now he just a clone (clone, clone)

[Verse 3]
Racks talk loud (talk loud)
Ten times outta ten, I bring the whole crowd (whole crowd)
Slide out that whip, ain't no talkin' allowed (nah)
Slide with the stick, watch him drop on the ground (bow, bow, bow)
Ice-flooded my wrist, now the room turn cold (cold)
Had to cut ties, he was movin’ too bold (too bold)
Plain Jane still bust down like it's gold (like it's gold)
Eyes wide when they see me—like, "Who sold his soul?" (soul, soul)

[Verse 4]
Shots go fast (go fast)
Ten times outta ten, I don't let ‘em last (let ‘em last)
Push to the side, any op in my path (skrrt)
Push to the grave, now he part of the past (bah, bah, bah)
Saint Laurent leather, that fit don't clash (nope)
Kick him down with the force, like the boy got thrashed (thrashed)
Plain vision, no cap, everything been cashed (yeah)
Never talk on my name, unless you want whiplash (brrr)

[Verse 5]
Snakes get sliced (get sliced)
Ten times outta ten, they pay the price (pay the price)
Hop out that cut, put fear in they eyes (woo)
Hop with the rage, leave him quiet, no lies (no lies, lies)
Chrome-Heart my fit, lil’ baby got taste (got taste)
If he act slick, then he done got laced (laced)
Plain game, no trick, just wins in my space (space)
Ten times outta ten, I been runnin’ that race (skrrt, pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Opp niggas dead (dead)
Ten times outta ten, I’m one step ahead (head)
Pop out with that heat, leave him stiff in the bed (bed)
Pop out with that heat, let it fill up his head (brrr, brrr, pow)

One Step Ahead [Prod. PMO Music]

I didn’t write it—I heard it.

“I Know the Future Freestyle”
Straight from the mind. Straight from the soul.

No plan. No second take. Just what it felt like in the moment.

#TheJackal #Hazy #IKnowTheFuture #FreestyleSeries

i know the Future Freestyle

No label. No promo. Just truth wrapped in 808’s

	#TheJackal #Hazyyy #Emb3rrr #VaultDrop

Emb3rrr V2

Back Around

Statement (Emmas Mic)

The Jackall - Limitless 


My flow can make a rapper quit to want to be a pastor 
I’ll leave him baffled
Now he’s heckling the cross for answers
I rap for laughter
And it gets me noticed on the streets
Plus it helped my box in prison
I needed something else to eat
Never phony 
Dope game matrimony 
Sipping 40’s 
Packing 40’s 
Always lonely…ain’t it homie?
I sold packs in different states 
Just to get my juice 
And smashed a couple dimes raw 
But I ain’t trying to reproduce 
I’m leaping forward 
Eyes lowered 
Indulged in marijuana smoke 
Cause three felonies on my back 
Doesn’t mean I’m broke 
Just means I got to be 
The 
Cleverest 
Use 
Leverage 
Not 
Average 
Use
Courage 
To find sketchy shit to battle with 
Smooth and Valiant 
Taking out your battalion 
While popping all this Valium 
While riding off on my stallion 
The coldest thing temperature has ever met
I should probably calm it down 
I wouldn’t want you to freeze yet 
I’m limitless 
I say something I stick with it 
The devil on the line 
The angel calling 
I link him in 
The angel’s cool
I should stick with him
But the devil reminds me that I’m cold
So I go and dip with him.

Limitless

Born in Venezuela
Moved to Chicago at 6 years old 
Graduated High School went to prison the next day for drug charges
Released from Stateville Penitentiary and got on a plane the same day to Los Angeles through Interstate Compact Parole 
Went to College
Three Majors
English, Poli Sci, Psychology 
Currently in Florida

Been rapping since 13. It helps.


 Codeine and Lemonade 
                  &
   Now I’m Hemingway



Paradox





The Haze is coming

Limitless

The Jackall/Hazyyy

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