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LYRICS:

Bitch I been away (aye)
Smoke about ten a day (aye)
Shawty see the come up
Hit it from the back, she hit the renegade (aye)
I ain't never been afraid (aye)
Sippin' like it's lemonade (aye)
So high, so high
Bitch I been away

Bitch I been away
I'm so god damn high that I elevate
Three songs, three days ain't no fuckin' pen and pape
Used to never take control homie, now I delegate (woo)
Now I delegate
I don't fuck with broke boys, they always be hella fake
Yeah, they always be hella fake
Prolly tryna steal my weed, just so they can sell it, aye
If you don't know me, do not hit me up
I do not wanna make friends, I wanna make Ms
I do this shit 'cause if I don't, I'm dead
You here for the trend
Aye, I been rolling reefer
We ain't doing cocaína
So high, so high
I ain't never gone be low amigo (never)

Bitch I been away (aye)
Smoke about ten a day (aye)
Shawty see the come up
Hit it from the back, she hit the renegade (aye)
I ain't never been afraid (aye)
Sippin' like it's lemonade (aye)
So high, so high
Bitch I been away

Buddy was acting like a fan but now he cappin' wit it
Bitch and I don't wear satchels unless they got racks up in it
They was praying for my downfall bitch and now I'm winnin' wit it
Feeling like I'm future man this shit be gettin' wicked wicked
She tried to tell me,
Parlez-vous français?
I told shawty come and fuck with me
I said babygirl you know I'll be on my way
I'll be there around eight
Better have that door open babe
But hold up I might have to teach these niggas
They must not learned the last time that I be sleeping niggas
Spinnin' back to back I swear these niggas missin' features wit it
Pop out with that yoppa got me lookin like a demon wit it
Bitch I don't smoke but you know that I'm on cloud nine
I call her she better not waste my time
I don't want no friends bitch don't waste my time
And I've been getting to this money I've been on my grind, yah

Bitch I been away (aye)
Smoke about ten a day (aye)
Shawty see the come up
Hit it from the back, she hit the renegade (aye)
I ain't never been afraid (aye)
Sippin' like it's lemonade (aye)
So high, so high
Bitch I been away

BEEN AWAY

BEEN AWAY (ft. J.J. Wølfe)

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lyrics:

I ain't never have no patience for a motherfucker
Broken boy, but I could break a motherfucker, bitch test your luck
Ain't here to save a motherfucker
Just here to make a couple hunnid, she like, "let's go fuck"
I can't hate the motherfucker
I just wish that I could smoke a little more before I kill it
Bitch I slay it like I lay a motherfucker out
Bitch I lay a motherfucker out

Ninety with the cruise on
Find the inspiration all around me for my new songs
Had to cop that twenty-two, thirty-three was too strong
Always on the marijuana, I'm just tryna move on
If you see me on the stage, I'm either baked or I'm bored
Bitch I set the vibe in the place from the door
I'm just tryna fuck around, pass a couple truckers now
This hick motherfucker got my brakes to the floor
God damn, I'm tryna die but sheesh
I ain't think it was already my time to leave
But that's what happens when there's someone that you're trying to be
I'm a crazy motherfucker, you can't drive like me
He a crazy motherfucker, I can't drive like him
Love the teasing motherfucker, we don't dive right in
When she tell me slide, I'm gone slide right in
But I, gotta smoke quick and numb my mind again

I ain't never have no patience for a motherfucker
Broken boy, but I could break a motherfucker, bitch test your luck
Ain't here to save a motherfucker
Just here to make a couple hunnid, she like, "let's go fuck"
I can't hate the motherfucker
I just wish that I could smoke a little more before I kill it
Bitch I slay it like I lay a motherfucker out
Bitch I lay a motherfucker out

written & recorded by jacuh
produced by BUMPIN
mixed by Adrian Stresow
mastered by LANDR

LEO !

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//

lyrics:

One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch
One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch

Aye, I be walking with a limp
Ain't it funny how you hate, but I'm still talking' with a lisp
The way I kill it, they can't stand, Stephen Hawking with my bitch
Homie talking online, now I'm stalking on a bitch
Got 'em crying on the floor
Told his ass that he can't get it, now he crying like a whore
How that paranoia feel? Got 'em spying on the door
Right as I fuckin' pop, best bet I'm going on tour

One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch

One-thirty on the dash, bitch I need a quicker whip
If I fuckin' crash, then I finally got my wish
Wipe off all the blood and then I'm back up on my shit
I don't feel the pain, 'cause I be higher than a bitch

written & recorded by jacuh
produced by BUMPIN
mixed by Adrian Stresow
mastered by LANDR

HIGHERTHANABITCH*

had to rlly dig deep into my heart & soul 4 these lyrics
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LYRICS:
Sad, boy, bad, bitch
Fuckin' at six, I'm talkin' past ten
Smacked, voice, bad, pitch
I pull up and I can barely do my ad-libs
Sad, boy, bad, bitch
Stoppin' for my profit, I don't lack licks
Smacked, voice, bad, pitch
You wanna get the smoke, then we can match bitch

Fuck he talkin' 'bout? I'm 'boutta make a scene
Gas pack, only from New York, bitch this ain't Maybelline
Rap cap, homie whole life fuckin' make believe
Pass that, lately smokin' spliffs, I had a paper dream
Sh
Quiet, I'm tryin' to think
Okay, that's over, bitch pour me a drink
Fuck on the floor, and then switch to the sink
Pull on they hair, and now my hands is pink
Bitch tryna fuck me on stage
I don't understand you hoe, CUFFED was just playin'
Pop me a Xan, and sit back while they rage
I had to smoke, don't be mad that I'm late
Lean, drip, 'Preme, fit
I'll end ya, bitch, give me a reason
He, slit, seamstress
Leave ya like a blunt, ya fuck with me, bitch

Leave ya like a blunt, ya fuck with me, bitch

Sad, boy, bad, bitch
Stoppin' for my profit, I don't lack licks
Smacked, voice, bad, pitch
You wanna get the smoke, then we can match bitch

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by BMPN
vocals mixed by Adrian Stresow & jacuh
mastered by LANDR

sad boy

I PROLLY SHOULDN'T TITLE THIS ONE XANNY

LYRICS:

I ain't tryna play wit ya, load it up, let it bang wit ya
They don't even know the pain wit ya
Amateur, you ain't nothin' but an amateur
I don't fuck with Coke, but I'll prolly do caine wit ya
Baby used to have a lame wit ya
Now you rolling with the grave digger
Ain't finna, pop a Percy, fuck a painkiller
But this Xanny got me lazy, bruh

Just copped my drugs, hoe it's payday
Runnin' through 'em heavy, I been flyin', I been away
Ain't no yellin' mayday
'Cept that one time, I had to put the shit on layaway
Stop, these motherfuckers won't stop
I don't tote no gun, one call though, and I could get ya
Shot, shot, you ain't worth the guap
Two bands on the countertop, I ain't pop yet, so that's a
Lot, lot, I don't do no lease
But these hands are free, if you try to touch my weed (bitch)
You don't wanna fuck with me
Talkin' 'bout a loan homie, that just gone get you another
Fee, fee, you ain't got the cheese
Fake ass gangsters, talkin' 'bout he'll put me on a
Tee, lies, who you tryna be?
All I do is cry and smoke weed and then I put it on a

I ain't tryna play (beat) wit ya, load it up, let it bang wit ya
They don't even know the pain wit ya
Amateur, you ain't nothin' but an amateur
I don't fuck with Coke, but I'll prolly do caine wit ya
Baby used to have a lame wit ya
Now you rolling with the grave digger
Ain't finna, pop a Percy, fuck a painkiller
But this Xanny got me lazy, bruh

I be off the shrooms, and these motherfuckers trippin'
Smokin' on a tree, three digits how I'm whippin'
It's obvious I changed, I don't wanna hear the bitchin'
You weren't here for the boy when he was barely livin'
You really really sad, homie
Cuttin' off your brothers for some money and some promo, dammit
You must want it really really bad, homie
Now you can't get 'em back, homie

I ain't tryna play wit ya, load it up, let it bang wit ya
They don't even know the pain wit ya
Amateur, you ain't nothin' but an amateur
I don't fuck with Coke, but I'll prolly do caine wit ya
Baby used to have a lame wit ya
Now you rolling with the grave digger
Ain't finna, pop a Percy, fuck a painkiller
But this Xanny got me lazy, bruh

Really fuckin' stressin', I been really fuckin' stressin'

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by BMPN
vocals mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

uh oh

i actually don't got a lot
be my friend on insta @jacuhx

LYRICS:
I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got everything that you could ever ask, bitch
I got good shit, and I'm bad shit
I got people tryna take me from my passion
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'

I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got mushrooms, wrapped in Sour Patch Kids
I got fake accounts to tell me where you at, bitch
Although I know I shouldn't speak on that shit
Shop at Goodwill, but got bad will
Off the script, homie, I don't get the bad pills
Wanted to go out, but I'm at the pad still
I'd rather be workin' than be at thrills
Thought he was a homie tryna make some music, but
Really he a bitch, tryna take my blueprints, I
Never gave a fuck 'bout the aches and bruises, 'cause
That ain't shit to the things I'm doin', you
Wanna pull up, better have acoustics, or
If not, then you better have my blue strips, bitch
I don't got the time to be fuckin' useless
Just 'cause you do, we ain't pick and choosin'

I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got everything that you could never have, bitch
I got good licks, I got bad licks
I got everything, and you ain't got a mask bitch
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'

Let me get my levels, let me get my fucking levels
When I'm in my head, I turn a demon, I'm the Devil
When I pop off, give a fuck 'bout a bezel
I'm just tryna make new tunes with my treble
Heard you got a few new goons, oh it's trouble
Ain't nobody move in the room, when you settle
Homie tryna hit a few moons with a pebble
Mournin' in the corner, but I'm about to go metal
They told me to do my shit
So here I am, hi bitch
I been cuttin' off the wires, fuck a light switch
Now I'm in your house, with some pliers and a ice pick
Oh, did he just say ice pick?
Yes I did, bitch, get off my dick
I got a lot, but won't ever have a side bitch
'Less we countin' hook-ups, 'cause I really, really like

I like dick

I got this shit, I got sad shit
I got everything that you could ever ask, bitch
I got good shit, and I'm bad shit
I got people tryna take me from my passion
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin'
It ain't nothin', it ain't nothin', it ain't nothin'

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by BMPN
vocals mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

i got

.. that didn't last very long

LYRICS:
What the fuck did you expect?
I ain't hangin' with the homies, got a noose around my neck
Got a pretty Instagram to make you think that I'm up next
But I ain't next, I'm just tryna get my overdue respect

I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I been really in my head
'Cause the marijuana store
I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I'm tryna get my life together, homie, I don't smoke no more

I'm hopin', like, I'm gonna try my best

I don't smoke
But if you want it, you can get it
Give me three minutes, he'll be beggin' for his bitches
You must be trippin' tryna ask me for a snippet
I don't send a snippet 'less you gone send me the riches
Nineteen years old with a salary
But that don't matter G, come and peep my gallery
I don't rap about how I be catching casualties
I rap about how I'll kick your ass, not so casually

Uh, yeah

I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I been really in my head
'Cause the marijuana store
I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore
I'm tryna get my life together, homie, I don't smoke no more
I don't smoke
I don't smoke
I don't smoke
I don't smoke anymore

At least for right now, I don't know though we'll see

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by Looperman
mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

IDONTSMOKE*

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LYRICS:
I ain't slept in three days
I ain't sleeping 'til I'm paid
Or until I kill myself slow
Pop a Xan for the pain
I don't feel a fuckin' thing
So high, I ain't even low
Yes, I'm going insane
Been this way a decade
I got mixed feelings 'bout the blow
But I'm thinking cocaine
Might be the fuckin' wave
I ain't slept in three days

I ain't slept, three nights
I been up late thinkin' 'bout three fights
Trying to take away these rights
Shit slippy when you step to these heights
Top shelf, that's some shit I pass around
Smoke a ounce, just somethin' to rap about
Had to dip quick, got my cap and gown
Then was in a sitch with a rat around
Now I'm runnin' round like I used to
That's your plug, bitch? I can't tell who's who
Got a couple goons? Shit, they gone shoot who?
All of you fuckers are fakers, but who knew?
Cut the cap
Homie Barry Sanders the way he be running back
Fuck is that?
I ain't slowin' down 'til I make ten thousand racks
I ain't from the streets, I ain't come up trappin'
Bitch I'm from the backroad, where ain't shit happen
But if you got a problem, I promise we'll get it crackin'
They send me free clothes, I just gotta open the package

I ain't slept in three days
I ain't sleeping 'til I'm paid
Or until I kill myself slow
Pop a Xan for the pain
I don't feel a fuckin' thing
So high, I ain't even low
Yes, I'm going insane
Been this way a decade
I got mixed feelings 'bout the blow
But I'm thinking cocaine
Might be the fuckin' wave

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by desisclever
mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

THREE DAYS

these songs r from like 2019-2020

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lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by jacuh & BMPN
mixed by Adrian Stresow
mastered by LANDR

stay

mornin

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by jacuh
mixed by jacuh
mastered by LANDR

good mornin

@jacuhx

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by jacuh
mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

homicide

@jacuhx

//

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat produced by jacuh
mixed by jacuh
mastered by LANDR

pathetic

lets be friends on insta yo @jacuhx

EP CREDITS:
lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beats produced by jacuh, BMPN
mixing by Scott Searles
mastering by LANDR

idontthinkitsfair*

DROPPED

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//

beat produced by Brutei
lyrics written & recorded by jacuh & Boag
mixed by Boag & jacuh
mastered by LANDR

cinderella

cinderella (w/ Boag)

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LYRICS:
Bitch, what?
Puff and pass when I'm at Mass
Why you trying to smoke me? Go smoke on some grass
Bitch, what?
I got my baby 'til I pass
But these bitches trying to- because they like the way I rap
Bitch, what?
Bitch, what?
Bitch, bitch, bitch what?
Bitch, what?
Bitch, what?
Bitch, bitch, bitch what?

How I got 'em screaming out
jacuh on they ass, even on crack when they be tweakin' out, like what?
You scared as fuck while I be sleeping sound
"Hide behind the curtains Dad", he ain't even peaking out
Rappin' bout the future while I'm trippin' 'bout the past
Everybody told me "change", 'til they start to see the track
"That dude J really on his own path"
I was addin' up the numbers, you were addin' up in math, like what?
Don't give a fuck
Sippin' hard, and oh, I'm smokin' on Dutch
Don't try your luck, give me some trust
This scrawny-ass white boy do pack a punch, huh?
I don't like these bitches
Hundred-thirty on the dash while I write these bitches
I got too many haters, I ain't fightin' bitches
Don't got the time for bitches

Bitch, bitch, bitch what?
Bitch, bitch, bitch what?
Bitch, bitch, bitch what?
Bitch, bitch, bitch what?

//

beat produced by jacuh
lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
mixed by Scott Searles
mastered by LANDR

bitch what

@jacuhx

prod. blbbullet, GORE OCEAN & farber
mixed by Scott Searles & jacuh
mastered by landr

if i tell u ily

bittersweet

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credits:
produced by svvarm
mixed & mastered by BlindIE

badder

prod @sktheplug1
mixed by @scottmixess
mastered by LANDR

onetwothreefour

this is my very sophisticated song
@jacuhx

picz

mixed + mastered by jacuh
beat produced by ilostkyler
lyrics wrote + recorded by jacuh & Boag

I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me
I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me
Aye, aye

I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me
Knife in my hoodie and Nikes on my feet
I give respect, but I see what I see
Everybody the same, it's all rinse and repeat
My bitch the baddest, I don't need to cheat
You in her phone, but her body on me
I'm still a punk, but I come from the sticks
If he fuck wit' my brother, he drown in the crick

Crick, crick, crick
He think he rich, but he turn to a lick, bitch
Hick, shit, ha
Land of the slaughter, I look like I'm It
Now how did he get into heaven?
He ask way too many questions
I was that kid in detention
Bitch I still ain't learn my lesson

Ha ha, fuck
Ha ha, fuck
Ha ha, fuck
Ha ha, fuck

I run this shit, you ain't fucking wit' me
Knife in my hoodie and Nikes on my feet
I give respect, but I see what I see
Everybody the same, it's all rinse and repeat
My bitch the baddest, I don't need to cheat
You in her phone, but her body on me
I'm still a punk, but I come from the sticks
If he fuck wit' my brother, he drown in the crick

the crick

the crick (with Boag)

Can't afford no VVS, I stole this chain right off the yard
And that pussy boy be talkin' hella shit, but he on tar
I was hooked up on them Xanax 'cause my life got really hard
And this shit still hella hard, I just got different types of bars
Stupid bitch, on some stupid shit
So I swung 'em first but that right fist
Ain't gon' do enough, this fucker big as shit
I got Runtz, me and bro get high, sound like we speak Dutch
And for a second, while we crackin' up, this bitch get packin' up, you mad or what?
Heard too many rappers cappin' tracks, I had enough
Like how this fun to you when you just talk 'bout shit you haven't done?
I'm just askin' bruh, I ain't good at math but that shit not addin' up
That's sad as fuck
I'm a YouTube type beat trap rapper bitch
I'll do anything to make you hear me in this shit
I might sip some Everclear so I think clearly in this bitch
You so desperate for these hos you askin' Siri in this bitch
Gang on gang, I don't ever let my nuts hang
Boys ain't fire, need to catch a lil' sunray
Only lookin' up 'cause I hit you with the pump fake
Rappers don't drop when I drop, they just run away
Rappers don't rap when I rap, they leave
How you leave the booth without hearin' the beat?
He don't got a rhyme but he got a rhyme scheme
That's what happen when you rap just because you got cheese, bitch

Got the drug snot, buckshot, peekin' through the door
People think that I be rappin' but really I'm doin' chores
Got the drug snot, buckshot, peekin' through the door
People think that I be rappin' but really I just record
Drug snot, buckshot, peekin' through the door
People think that I be rappin' but really I'm doin' chores
Got the drug snot, buckshot, peekin' through the door
People think that I be rappin' but really I just record

beat by ROMA JONSON
lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
mixed & mastered by jacuh

@jacuhx @romajonson IG

chores

chores (with ROMA JONSON)

@jacuhx @iamzakg

jacuh.com
iamzakg.com

We gon' pop him like a bottle
Pull up, full throttle
I ain't even reach my peak and people talkin' 'bout "you got 'em"
Do the one two step, now he walkin' wit' a limp
Still the same old shit just not the same old bitch
We gon' pop him like a bottle
Pull up, full throttle
Reach my peak and people talkin' 'bout "you got 'em"
Do the one two step, now he walkin' wit' a limp
Still the same old shit just not the same old bitch

Then I pop one, you know it
When I drop some, I throw it
But I don't know, oh no, brodie get the pole
On my paranoia shit, so I can't tell if this for sure
All these rappers talkin' 'bout how they get money out the door
But I seen they ass apartments and they rappin' on a phone
I don't wanna talk about it bitch I talk too much
But this shit I'm smokin' on gon' make me talk too much (I fucked it up)
But let me get back, they love that
I'm the voice of people knowin' that they stuck inside they past

We gon' pop him like a bottle
Pull up, full throttle
I ain't even reach my peak and people talkin' 'bout "you got 'em"
Do the one two step, now he walkin' wit' a limp
Still the same old shit just not the same old bitch

Still the same old, never felt a day old
Put 'em on my halo, they glow
Since them summer days though
What you waitin' for?
Told 'em I should lay low, not what I'm paid for
Put 'em in line, around and round they go
They want me up in this box, shake the label
Walkin' through the maze though
They be actin' dizzy-izzy, grabbin' pesos
They just food in the chain, lick my name though (For the Gs)
jacuh and Z on the take-o
Do the one two step and then we make mo'
Haven't reached the peak, but they be peakin' though
See 'em peakin' through the blinds, we gon'

Pop him like a bottle
Pull up, full throttle
I ain't even reach my peak and people talkin' 'bout "you got 'em"
Do the one two step, now he walkin' wit' a limp
Still the same old shit just not the same old bitch

lyrics by jacuh, Zak G
beat by 420leavs
mix by Scott Searles, Zak G, jacuh

bottle

bottle (ft. Zak G)

written, recorded, mixed + mastered @jacuhx (ig)
prod @wxve808 (ig)

lyrics:
Wait
Let me get my levels
Let me get my levels
Let me get my levels, pussy
Let me get my levels
Let me get my levels, pussy
Let me get my levels
Let me get my levels
Let me get my
Let me get my levels

First grade, trippin' off the shrooms
At least that's where I was when it was noon
I'ma smoke this blunt and hit the snooze
Should be workin', but I'm workin' on these tunes
Okay, slit my wrist while you scream my name
I been thinkin' 'bout you almost everyday
And if I was to be in a life far away, then it's you
Oh it's you, that should take me away
How I'm poppin' lately I ain't need no Xanax, fuck the bars
I'm with my brothers, cut Caricuana we roll it in cigars
Pussy talkin' out his neck, last time I checked he'd get a scar
But I'm just playin' right? I only say this shit for the art

I'm a
Broke rapper, pockets never been fatter
Vendetta on my head, cause I end rappers
Been fed up, chin head up
Been fed up, chin head up, aye

broke rapper

beat produced, lyrics written & recorded, song mixed & mastered by jacuh (@jacuhx)

lyrics:
Benzos, ten toes
This shit 'bout to end, ho
Fuck with me I write a rapper name up in this Death Note
Death Note, Death Note
Bitch I got a Death Note
Try your luck, this pen got stuck now everybody dead ho

Like what the hell?
What the fuck?
He got mad, he down bad and now he stuck
Like, what the hell?
What the fuck?
Say he want to molly whop my shit, well if it's up, then bitch it's stuck
I got crack fiends, track meets, case you wanna run it
Would of thought that bitch a athlete the way he got to runnin'
After that, wipe the acne off his face shit gushin'
Got the aim of a game hunter, bitch he couldn't duck it
I be huntin', but my boy say 'fuck that shit, let's bounce they comin''
I don't want to be all caught up in this shit when twelve get gunnin'
Think he bluffin', he ain't call no cops his mouth gon' need some plumbin'
Now I'm anxious, need something to numb it
Bitch, pass the

Benzos, ten toes
This shit 'bout to end, ho
Fuck with me I write a rapper name up in this Death Note
Death Note, Death Note
Bitch I got a Death Note
Try your luck, this pen got stuck now everybody dead ho

death note

prod., written, recorded mixed & mastered by jacuh
@jacuhx

lyrics:
What the fuck?
Why do I keep hearing motherfuckers talkin' shit?
I can't keep doing this
Ah

Knock knock, who is that?
Lil' bitch I'm in the back
I ain't smokin' on some boof shit
I'm smokin' on some pack
My cousin in the city, and my brother in Milwaukee
If you tryn' step to me, make you look like Stephen Hawking
I don't know, bitch
This shit off the top
My brother did too much- his chest was hurtin, so he stopped
Why these people tryn' - talk about shit they ain't got?
Why my bro still sellin' crack? He smokin' that shit like it's pot
Hold up

I don't do this shit for nothin
I'm really fuckin
I don't even know I'm fucked up
I'm doing this shit
My boy hold on
Let me talk to you like

Aye, I know they like that
A motherfucker six two, they don't fight back
You ain't like that
Steppin' up, like it's Minecraft
One, two, who is you?
Think we might've met before
I'm the boy that runnin' in yo' house
Not knocking at your door
Told that bitch you need a passport
What I'm on yo' back for?
I'ma teach a motherfuckin lesson
Like a Crash Course
Like how you tryn' crack?
Told me hit it from the front, fuck from the back
I'm at work, bitch I ain't tryna chat
Leave me alone, I'm on smoko, I love The Chats

Henny face, Benny Blanc
Put you in yo' fuckin place
I been on this shit since I'd a jit, but now I'm fuckin' paid
Henny face, that's petty, mate
I ain't tryn' fuckin' wait
What the fuck's the point to life if I can't live to see my fate?
You stupid bitch
Grandma told me go and live yo' life, don't think she choosin' this
Either way I'm finna fuck shit up and that's on Trooper, bitch
Bitches tryna fuck they on some grouper shit
You just a loser bitch, and I ain't finna lose my bitch

Stupid
Fuck is you talkin' about?

#freestyle

i'm on every streaming platform u could ever think of
ig @jacuhx    
prod, mixed and mastered by me

lyrics:
(One two, one two)
Pass, pass, pass, pass
Here go that corny rap shit
Here go that corny rap shit
Here go that corny rap shit
Here go that- aye
Said I'm alone in this bitch, like my roach in the crib
Last night I started smokin' it, and wrote another hit
You'd know it if you listen, but you don't and that's a bitch
So if you ain't look up my shit by now my boy here goes a hint
I'm in yo' bitch, Spotify Wrapped, you can't get that time back
She come to my shows and take her Snapchats when I rap
I don't fuck no ho I need a good girl, good eyelash
I don't trust a soul, you wanna ride? You got my back?
My back packed with thrax packs and bad tats
Lab rat, she scratch that, I match that
I got my fiend to plug me up, but he want crack back
I'm the type of middleman you still hit up on Snapchat bitch
Aye, homie I don't want no part in this
I watched yo' music video, couldn't tell who the artist is
I need somethin' different bruh, I need somethin' kickin' bruh

Aye, aye, aye
Leave the man hypnotized if he still on shit
I'm the type to pull up on yo' house with all my dogs, bitch
And this shit that I be smokin, it ain't really cost shit
But I sell it to these fiends like I ain't got no job bitch
What the fuck is even that? I got hemi I got pack
So if you pull up where I'm at, y'all finna see a couple plaques
Psilocybin in the back, but y'all can't even handle that
I respect my drugs, so my drugs gone respect me back, and that's that
That's that, that's that, bitch
Who the fuck be talkin' stupid shit? I'm on yo' ass bitch
Ignorant lil' bars about some shit I did way back, bitch
You cannot contain all of the information packed in this

News flash
Uhh
Uh so uh
So fuck you!
Hahahahahahahahahahaha
Hahaha
Yeah, yeah
Fuck you! Huh
Yeah, alright

corny rap shit

on every streaming platform ever
ig @jacuhx  
prod by me
bass by isaiah
naked guitar by seb
mixed & mastered by me

lyrics:
I am not the devil I'm the god of Hell
You are not a human you were my first kill
Heaven is a place that I send myself
Someone get me paid before I end myself

It's jacuh jacuh on some shit, it's jacuh jacuh take a flick
My pants were saggin' cause this B.B. Simon belt is small as shit
Fuck with me and my quick wit, c'est la vie I love my bitch
She be worried bout some ho, but them ho's don't fuck me like this
Fuck me like her, fuck me like you
Fuck me like her, cause that shit hurt
Fuck me like her, fuck me like you
I feel like dirt
Fuck me like her, fuck me like you
Fuck me like
Fuck me like
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck me

All he do is sit on FL, and take Klonopin
Motherfuckers actin' like I don't know where they momma live
Diss track and diss that, bitch really it's a compliment
Instagram is one thing, but real shit, I'm clockin him
Bitch, you fuckin' bitch
You fuckin' bitch, you fuckin
You fuckin' bitch
You won't do shit you fuckin' bitch
You fuckin' bitch
You fuckin' bitch, you fuckin' bitch

your local piece of shit

this is on every streaming platform ever
made this a while ago, didn't want to drop it, but found new meaning after months and months of sitting on it
ig @jacuhx  
prod by @ilostkyler
mixed & mastered by @sebastianmikulaa
brought to you by seb

lyrics:
As I lay here in my bed, contemplating pending stress
I think about all of the ways that I could lay myself to rest
He ain't 'bout to talk about the shit that get his ass upset
So instead, he'll pop a Xan and send a prayer that he forgets
One to the sky, he's getting high
Only three left in the bottle that he stole from junior high
But it's alright, it's okay
He ain't with Christ but he's with somethin, so he prays
They say he's

Dead weight, dead weight, dead weight walkin
Dead weight, dead weight
Dead weight, dead weight, dead weight walkin
Dead weight, dead weight

Dead weight, dead weight, dead weight walkin
Dead weight, dead weight
Dead weight, dead weight, dead weight walkin
Dead weight, dead weight

As I lay here in my room, contemplating pending doom
I think about all of the drugs that I would rather go consume
Hulk bars and I pop more than two, alcohol to read the room
When I'm finished with that high, I find some bars and hit the stu
Engineers can suck my, they don't record the way I do
Try this, try that, bitch get off of my fuckin' back
You don't know the story so don't act like you gon' know the track
Once I settle down, they start to think about my stance in rap

Man this motherfucker never gon' make it, he can't take criticism for shit
To be honest if you can't listen man, you just

Dead weight, dead weight, dead weight walkin
Dead weight, dead weight
Dead weight, dead weight, dead weight walkin
Dead weight, dead weight

dead weight

this song is on every streaming platform
ig @jacuhx

prod by Rajaste Beats
vocals by jacuh
mixed & mastered by jacuh

lyrics:

When I'm cruisin' on the highway

Hundred thirty five when I'm cruisin' on the highway
I'm just try'n get this lil' baby back to my place
Do no good, see no good, bitch look at my face
Everybody gangster 'til you pull up with a pirate

Everybody talk about my bitch like she the hottest shit
I'd have to agree, say "jacuhjacuh", it's yo' motto bitch
Come around this house, my microwave got nun' but ramen in it
If you wanna fuck again, I promise I got time again
From the back, from the back from the back
Don't hit it, one tap, one tap
From the back, from the back from the back
One two, two claps, one trap, IMAX
I'ma hit it right back
I call, you call, we be on the same track
Now you stuck wit' my ass
Oh well, my bad
From the back, from the back from the back
Don't hit it, one tap, one tap
From the back, from the back from the back
One two, two claps, one trap, IMAX
I'ma hit it right back
I call, you call, we be on the same track
Now you stuck wit' my ass
Oh well, my bad

Hundred thirty five when I'm cruisin' on the highway
I'm just try'n get this lil' baby back to my place
Do no good, see no good, bitch look at my face
Everybody gangster 'til you pull up with a pirate

I got yayo in this bag
Motherfuckers wanna fight, 'til they see how quick this jab
I don't like my job, I sure as fuck don't like yo' ass
Everybody on some gangster shit, I pray for them, I pray for you, I pray

From the back, from the back from the back
Don't hit it, one tap, one tap
From the back, from the back from the back
One two, two claps, one trap, IMAX
I'ma hit it right back
I call, you call, we be on the same track
Now you stuck wit' my ass
Oh well, my bad

Hundred thirty five when I'm cruisin' on the highway
I'm just try'n get this lil' baby back to my place
Do no good, see no good, bitch look at my face
Everybody gangster 'til you pull up with a pirate

hiiway

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lyrics:
I’m so self-critical, but never let other people get to me
I been focusin’ on what’s best for me, and what’s next for me
They been wastin’ time, they tryna find my recipe
I don’t wanna be that guy, that you expect from me
I don’t wanna fall behind, while you’re ahead of me
I don’t wanna be stuck inside my fuckin’ head again
I don’t wanna throw away my life or my energy
Trapped in a bottomless pit, this shit will never end

They let you play ‘em like a puppet, got the whole fuckin’ world on drugs
I don’t wanna give you something I ain’t live
I ain’t gonna tell you something I ain’t live
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They let you play ‘em like a puppet, got the whole fuckin’ world on drugs
Money movin’ in the car, going slow ‘cause I’m calling the plug
They let you play ‘em like a puppet, got the whole fuckin’ world on drugs
Money movin’ in the car, going slow ‘cause I’m calling the plug
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I am not gonna try to be anyone else
If you’re gonna lie to me, you can go to hell
I’m so sick tired of the same shit
All I do is pay, and receive payments
You ain’t getting past me
When we on this track, homie, I am the athlete, uh
I’m sad and I’m happy
They don’t like that, so they try to harass me, uh
I ain’t gon’ try
You gotta prove that you’re worth my time
They wonder how I get by
Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’m doing just fine
They only work, in the daylight
‘Cause they ain’t real, they some playwrights
Can’t even hold, a mic
They only did the job, ‘cause it pays right

They let you play ‘em like a puppet, got the whole fuckin’ world on drugs
I don’t wanna give you something I ain’t live
I ain’t gonna tell you something I ain’t live
Yeah, yeah, yeah
They let you play ‘em like a puppet, got the whole fuckin’ world on drugs
Money movin’ in the car, going slow ‘cause I’m calling the plug
They let you play ‘em like a puppet, got the whole fuckin’ world on drugs
Money movin’ in the car, going slow ‘cause I’m calling the plug
Yeah, yeah, yeah

strings

don't overthink stuff it's bad for u

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lyrics:

Yeah
I been in my head
I don’t wanna take these meds, I wanna start again
I been feeling dead, but I’m far from it
I guess it far from it
I been in my head
I can’t wait much more, I just wanna feel again
People say they’re real, but their “real” is real pretend
I just wanna feel again
I been overthinking

While you been overdrinking
Plugs to psychedelics really got this stoner thinking, like
Maybe I need to take a trip
Maybe I
Should fly away, to a new town
I love my hometown but hate the vibe
As of lately, I been losing friends like crazy, I don’t hide
I just skate, in my lane, so high, I could touch the sky
They turned fake, that’s okay, I say I don’t need them to be alright
Okay, I’ll be alright, but I don’t know if that’s a lie
Sometimes I wanna really live, others I stay inside
Like I don’t wanna try
‘Cause I don’t wanna try

I been in my head
I don’t wanna take these meds, I wanna start again
I been feeling dead, but I’m far from it
I guess it far from it
I been in my head
I can’t wait much more, I just wanna feel again
People say they’re real, but their “real” is real pretend
I just wanna feel again
I been overthinking
I been overthinking

production, lyrics & vocals by jacuh
mixed by Adrian Stresow
mastered by LANDR

(over)thinking

i stay whippin the altima

lyrics:

No plates how we mob around
Couple K when I'm shopping out
Just say it and we poppin' out
No plates how we mob around
Couple K when I'm shopping out
Just say it and we poppin' out
What he say?

Shawty bad and she know it too
She gon' fuck me extra good 'cause she know what I'm going through
I'm like hold up hoe, I notice you
People tryna hang, you ain't a blunt, I can't roll with you
Say they wanna see you win
But I'm taking out the trash, why don't you hop in the bin? (Lil bitch)
I promise that we ain't the same
How you gonna throw shade? You don't know my real name (Lil bitch)
We onna come up, I ain't talking Lil Eazzyy
I got what you want, bitch I know you wanna be me
Rolling through the city with a bitch, and a lick, on my list
In my red Preme beanie, this easy
In my red Preme beanie, this easy
Standing outside, bitch I know you can see me
Bitch I know you can see me

No plates how we mob around
Couple K when I'm shopping out
Just say it and we poppin' out
No plates how we mob around
Couple K when I'm shopping out
Just say it and we poppin' out

110, this a backroad
Came with a blunt and a bad hoe
Frontin' when he said he had mad hoes
Saw him in the city with a rat hoe
Why she looking at me like that bro?
Hold up, gotta roll more gas up
Smoke it to the ash, no cap, I don't pass up
Hold up, sumn don't add up
I can't have you being in the stu, bitch you mad sus
Fuck dropping a hit, this a throwaway
Need somewhere to put all of my gold away
Showed him unreleased and he was blown away
Now I'm back to cooking, you can go away
Back to cooking, you can go
ØMBION pulling up, we finna hit the road
Woah, this the life that I chose
Now I'm on foot, so you already know

No plates how we mob around
Couple K when I'm shopping out
Just say it and we poppin' out
No plates how we mob around
Couple K when I'm shopping out
Just say it and we poppin' out

lyrics written & recorded by jacuh
beat prod. by Mas2x X juce
mixed & mastered by Adrian Stresow

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