brother throw that lob ima go blake #LOBCITY

why are u leaving p. 1kkyoto

#VLM @vlm2009

written, produced, performed, mixed, mastered by me

abusing substance, can't be out in public
i stay smoking pungent, neighbors like "what's all tht ruckus"
i had feelings 4 you, dropped them hoes like Devin Funchess
don't mess with pisces women, they jus gonna leave u gutted

mission impossible, yeah yk i'm stuntin
jus cause she roll weed in Dutches she thinking she a dutchess
i went down, u laughed @ me
guess you was on my team 4 nun
we had a bond so strong
how you jus gon leave it bloody?
yeah, she said "pull over, i wanna show u sumn"
i need real love, i can tell just when you bluffing
i'm in Christian Louboutins, bottoms like Robitussin
think i need an endorsement, she know i ball like Jumpman
i'm busy countin Corbin Bleu bills, but you can't jump in
Grey Goose in my stomach, keep me runnin, jus like Dunkin
i'm in Bottega tearing it down, ain't no Goodwill hunting
Good Will Hunting, yk my life a movie like Sundance

dk why you texting me, ian with ts at all
ain't tryna play games w/ my ex, no i'm not Tony Hawk
jus like Moreno, girl you think you Know it all
why you only round yo homegirls when you showing off
do i got racks? hella
do i blow ts? duh
i ran a check up n went stupid in the club
ain't see you in my corner when i jus needed a hug
it don't cost nun to show love
hating ain't no fun

i got loyalty runnin thru my blood
you show no loyalty, like sword get cut
i done came a long way, i had to grow up
stuck with my twin the long way, we can't give up
why you sending love letters? ian gon be touched
girl you shoulda loved better, why did you give up?
voicemail from my twin tellin me we won #Victory
let it play like '08 Black Eyed Peas right on my iPod Touch

fishbowl

#VLM @vlm2009

written, produced, performed, mixed, mastered by me

dedicated to J**** and L******

i was chillin on the east side, ain't nun new
i done alr burned all the pictures of you
same ones that had my back then, it's still the same crew
she say "money changed you"
babe, you know you changed too
you done broke that Cardinal rule like you swing for Saint Lou
said you walkin' thru that storm, but i've been in the rain too
i don't wanna blame you
but you made your mistakes, too
been @ war i need a medal
heart same color grape juice
she on the tabloids doing tell all's
can you please tell me where it went wrong
is it too late for a sendoff
you know that Glory the end all, be all #Victory

Truman Show, say you love me, you had both your fingers crossed
blood stains on my white tee, i can't get 'em off
she tell everyone she from the A, she from Kennesaw
every day i wake up with them racks, just like tennis ball
why you speaking sour on my name? quit that lemon talk
i got iced out Cartiers, throw my Liz Lemons on
why you always tryna swing the story like Top Golf
Lemonade Mouth, my band gon' rock on
i been working OT, baby, can't call off
gotta be all in or this shit all off
ima stand on my shit til my legs fall off
stepping up to the plate, hitting me a walk off

I wish you could see me now...
I wish you could see me now...

liz lemon

#VictoryLapMusic
@vlm2009
@malicepaid
@ilovelilshine

i been trekking up that mountain, still ain't get nowhere
Golden child from California grew up with them Bears
you always lie, you don't take risks; i'm playing truth or dare
sometimes in life, you gon get kicked; who told you shit was fair?
keep yo ten cents to yoself, i'm tryna get a mil
it's crazy fuckin up the same stores i used to steal
all fifty sushi roll, color Benadryl
you ain't who you think you are, i know it's hard to eat that pill

don't bite the hand that feeds you; i might as well sign yo checks
i jus turned some fine shit up, but i'm jus tryna spite my ex
remember i was tryna hang on the rim, nowadays we cuttin the net
ima set my feet and line it up, i'm hitting that shot like Steph
3.5 of Hawaiian Runtz, Arco; i'ma fill my tank
gametime, i'm shootin like Melo; Darko, we know you gon clank
hemp ramp, this ain't no rello, either way it's still gon stank
i ain't got no time to waste
i ain't got no time to wait
i ain't got no time to play
i ain't got the time of day
this watch gon shine today, couldn't tell ya the time of day
if i'm rappin, it's cash every time, like Kobe fallaway
donating my old shit straight to Saver's, i'm giving the mall away

home field, ball like Ford Field, keep it Focused
i been know to keep it so real, can't be bogus
we know he don't ever keep it real, he's a whole bitch
putting on for my team til i'm in that casket and they close it #victory
sign that dotted line for all the times that they crossed it
i been on my grind, i feel like Eric Koston
if i like, i buy, i don't mind what the cost is
she gon hit my line, i decline, she's exhausting
you can tell i been thru hell&back, Tavon Austin
swear that Bentley coupe with paper tags look so flawless
skating on the beat, hat to the back, hitting nollies
pullin up to Spelman, bouta turn that bitch to Follies

check my phone, i open twitter, she tryna diss me,
in that water with them Gators like i'm Chris Leak
i was making wishes on them stars like it's Disney
Minute Maid; i got the juice, to put it Simply
you won't miss me when i'm gone, so why would i miss you?
them pink fifties my alarm, so why would I hit snooze?
if i open up this blunt, it look strong as Terry Crews
we know he ain't got no funds, you act like it's breaking news

uh huh
let you take your wildest guess what's in my cup
suffering the side effects of fucked up love
fell down when i tried again, it's just my luck
no heartbeat in my chest, just the smoke in my lungs
3 + 10 shots deep, i'm done
how could you leave me for him? he's a #chump
holier than thou, spread my wings like a dove
i just hope my loved ones can see my from above...

jus thought i'd let you know
it's a cold world, gotta let it snow
jus the way it is, jus the way it goes
jus The Way It Is, '05 Keyshia Cole
need them hunnids royal blue, but i'm wearing pantone
spoke to the devil n spoke to you, it's like the same tone
uh, uh, uh, uhhh, it's the same tone
uh, uh, uh, uhhh, where yo halo?

I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hangin' on a moment of truth
Out on the edge of glory
And I'm hangin' on a moment with you
I'm on the edge
The edge, the edge, the edge
The edge, the edge, the edge
I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hangin' on a moment with you

hell&back (malice&shine)

get u rite (prod. xangang + corey lingo)

throwaway song b4 tape

everything by me

Mr. Slide In Benzes
I don’t do no renting
We was jumping fences
Can’t believe we winning
She blowing up my mentions
She do it for attention
I’m on that “break the rim” shit
He only ball when it’s scrimmage
MVP 2001, I don’t even go to practice
Emo wrist got princess cuts, I’m tryna win a pageant
You left me but I’m past it
I’m so over that shit
I know we ain’t lasting
I know we ain’t, yeah

I was eating off paper plates, now my whip got paper plates
Low suspension, make it scrape
Brush my teeth then make the pape
Pockets look like Raising Cane’s; I got chicken in the bank
Keep my feelings in that cage
Feel the moment slip away
It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party, aye
Book my flight to New York, diamonds they gon Harlem shake
I’ma keep my peace, I’m take a step back, I’m playing Harden games
Met her in the Roxy Club, damn near gave my heart away
Ain't heard of this game called “love” but it can’t be that hard to play
Wake up and I count these bucks, perfect way to start the day
In the store and I’m too damn fried, can’t even push my cart down the aisle
Reminiscing about your smile
I’ll be good, but it’s gone take a while
I’m pushing this Bentayga wild
That chassis low to the ground
Is you gon roll, tell me now
Is you gon fold, tell me now
I know it’s cold on the ground
But you stood ten toes, take a bow
I’m staying ten toes to the ground
Until my soul in the clouds
Till I’m in a hole in the ground, I’m keeping it 400k
Sip my cup slow, don’t drown
Can’t let you slow me down
Quit tryna be like me, boy just get your own sound
I’m making that dough go round, as long as the globe go round
She got French tips & red keys
Brown diamonds, Diet Pepsi
It ain’t nothing you could tell me
Unless yo ass was there
When I hadn’t even sold ten beats
Tryna hack my FLRegkey.reg
Tryna get in with my favorite prods
But they ass just wouldn’t accept me
So i take my #victorylap
Can’t get much higher than first place
Knew it wouldn’t work in the first place
Want her last name to be the same as mine, but she don’t even know my first name
I got too much to deal with your pain
VLM over everything
I stay repping that flag like Kurt Ang

Tryna be better, don’t know if it’s, uh
Tryna be better, don’t know if it’s, uh
Tryna be better, don’t know if it’s working
Tryna hide it but I know you’re stained
Tryna hide it but I know you’re fake
Tryna hide it but I ain’t no saint
I’m just relying on faith
It’s so hard to pilot my fate
She’s on my mind, yeah, all day
That’s just one high I won’t chase
You threw that pie in my face
Don’t cross that line, it’s no way
On my neckline, a snowflake
It’s gon make you blind, see no hate
Used to ride that pine, get no play
Drop 79, what coach say
Fuck it, add two more, I’ma go 8
Brother throw that lob, I’ma go Blake
You killed that love, it’s okay
Heat of passion turned to a cold case
Can we wrap this shit up like cold cuts
All p!nk Trackhawk like “So What”
I been stuck in the past, need to grow up
A nigga stuck in the past, need to grow up

Backstage Pass

madatuu ft Tayo (p. Aro)

Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (Let’s go)
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Uh
You tell me one thing
And then it’s somethin' else
You tell me two things
And now it’s all hell
You tell me three things
And now I can’t tell
And I know that I said too many lies (Let’s go)
It’s my pride that I put to the side (Let’s go)
To the left and you know I’m going right
Is it you? Is it me?
What we could never be
Love, murder, third-degree
I’m a charge, felony

It was a sure thing
Okay, I’m knowing that (Ah, ahh)
If it’s a good thing
Why you ain’t showing that? (Ah, ahh)
And all it coulda been
It ain’t no going back
And all it coulda been
I know what I gotta do
Put my pride to the side
And I know ain’t nothing new
Yeah, I’m down for the ride
Overthinking, thinking
Running out of time
And I’m sinking, sinking
Running from the tide tonight
Tonight
Do you love me?
Then she says “No more”
Girl, I don’t wanna live through a lie no more
But I’ll never forget you and I, for sure
Look at me, I don’t learn
Let it be, let it burn
You and me, my concern
Can’t believe it took a turn
Can’t you see I put you first?
Can’t you see I’m lost for words?
Let’s agree to make it work
Third-degree, yeah
Yeah

You tell me one thing (Tell me one)
And then it’s somethin' else (Somethin' else)
You tell me two things (Yeah)
And now it’s all hell (It’s all hell)
You tell me three things (Yeah)
And now I can’t tell (Can’t tell)
And I know that I said too many lies (Woah)
It’s my pride that I put to the side
To the left and you know I’m going right
Is it you? Is it me?
What we could never be
Love, murder, third-degree
Why do you tell me?

(I’m a charge, felony)
(I’m a charge, felony)

You Tell Me [feat. Yung Frendi] (prod. Rexiroh)

Lyrics:
(Let’s go)
(Let’s go)
(Let’s go)

Baby, I’m floating (Yeah)
Baby, I’m floating (Yeah)
My heart is stolen (Stolen)
You went and stole it (You Know)
I know that you riding with me, fasho
I got your love, I’ll never be poor
Baby, you never seen it before (Ooh)
You never seen it before (Yeah)
Lying
Ooh, yeah, you’re lying
Your love, yeah, it set like a diamond
I run to that bag, you can try it
Your life is a star (Yeah)
I’m sipping on drank, sipping Wok
Baby, you know what you are (Yeah)
You already know what you are

You got me floating (Let’s go)
Got me stuck floating (Let’s go)
Don’t know where I’m going (Let’s go)
I’m just in the moment (Naa)
Never said it’d be perfect (No)
I’m just hoping it’s worth it (Yeah)
Need you by my side (Yeah)
Where you at? I gotta see you (Let’s go)
Girl, I can’t breathe when I feel stuck (Stuck)
And I can’t see, where did you go? (Yeah)
Is it just me? ‘Cause I miss us (Yeah)
Let it just be ‘cause I feel crushed
And what you are (Yeah)
Got me knowing that it won’t last (No)
And I know we ain’t going back (No)
Shoulda never let it go bad, yeah

Baby, I’m floating (Yeah)
Baby, I’m floating (Yeah)
My heart is stolen (Stolen)
You went and stole it (You Know)
I know that you riding with me, fasho
I got your love, I’ll never be poor
Baby, you never seen it before (Ooh)
You never seen it before (Yeah)
Lying
Ooh, yeah, you’re lying
Your love, yeah, it set like a diamond
I run to that bag, you can try it
Your life is a star (Yeah)
I’m sipping on drank, sipping Wok
Baby, you know what you are (Yeah)
You already know what you are

Ha, still got them Robin Jeans I had on when we first met (Yeah)
Keep on having these visions of you in that white dress (Yeah)
Paper plane, I’m flying to you but I’m no pilot (Ooh)
Yeah, been on that road too long
You can check my milage (Yeah)
Rosé in the club
I’m pouring up, I’m getting sprung (Ooh, sprung)
Told her I’m cool with Corey
She said she love “Bad Enough” (Ooh)
I’m in the booth in New York, making hits like I’m Aaron Judge
Pour my pain in the beat, baby
Just listen, don’t judge

Baby, I’m floating (Yeah)
Baby, I’m floating (Yeah)
Yeah, my heart is stolen (Stolen)
You went and stole it (You Know)
I know that you riding with me, fasho
I got your love, I’ll never be poor
Baby, you never seen it before (Ooh)
You never seen it before (Yeah)
Lying
Ooh, yeah, you’re lying
Your love, yeah, it set like a diamond
I run to that bag, you can try it
Your life is a star (Yeah)
I’m sipping on drank, sipping Wok
Baby, you know what you are (Yeah)
You already know what you are

What You Are [feat. lebxanon & jalenvlm] (prod. Cloudbxy, luvpurp & Rexiroh)

Song 12 off the "UPGRADED" Album! each representing a upgrade of sound
STREAM "My Wave" ON ALL PLATFORMS!
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/merpco/upgraded

Producer Jono (@jonogarako1_1)
LYRICS:
[Intro]
So Merpco happy birthday

[Chorus]
You on my wave
(You on my wave)
You needa get off
(Needa get off)
Ha you copy my style
(Copy my style)
You on my wav just like the file
You a lil dog I'm a rottweiler
You so dumb I'm so wiser
I get my money
I get my paper
If you in the way I talk to you later (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
You copy my style my shit on Vogue
I'm in my own lane and you needa get off the road, yeah
(Get your revenge.)
I handle my demons like Tanjiro
They see the sunlight the demons fold (fold)
"Can I get a feature?" Nigga no
I got yo bitch drippin H2O
Look at my fit It's dry ice cold

[Chorus]
You on my wave
(You on my wave)
You needa get off
(Needa get off)
Ha you copy my style
(Copy my style)
You on my wav just like the file
You a lil dog I'm a rottweiler
You so dumb I'm so wiser
I get my money
I get my paper
If you in the way I talk to you later (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
You on my wave
(You on my wave)
You needa get off
(Needa get off)
Ha you copy my style
(Copy my style)
You on my wav just like the fil-

[Verse 3]
You copy my trends cause they in style (style)
(Yeah I'm in style)
(Yeah I'm in style)
My drip so fire
Heard yo shit you should just retire
You'll never be on my level even if you reach higher
You better off reaching Valhalla
You at yo peak? You finna fall off
I stay with my princess like I'm Olaf
You on the wave that I paved
You needa get off, you needa fall off

[Chorus]
You on my wave
(You on my wave)
You needa get off
(Needa get off)
Ha you copy my style
(Copy my style)
You on my wav just like the file
You a lil dog I'm a rottweiler
You so dumb I'm so wiser
I get my money
I get my paper
If you in the way I talk to you later (Yeah)

[Outro]
(Ha, you on my wave)
(You on my wave)
(You on my wave)
(You on my wave)
(You on my wave baby)
(You on my wave)
(You on my wave, yeah)
(You on my wave)
(Yeah, yeah, okay, Oh no

UPGRADED

My Wave

555v2 brought to you by 555


album mastered by: prodcig
album manager: silentadults

for those who wish to spark their flame

Backstage Pass

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