all bangers but this but different fs ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Put my life on the line for my homies
Ion wanna see em die
Ride with pipes
Look behind i see lights we gotta hide
Don’t get caught up
Or we won’t ever see the light
(Or we won’t ever see the light)

Been some time
Since i seen them
But they still be on my mind
Yeah i can’t lie
Feel like everyday without them
Heart decomposing inside
But i gotta keep going
I take wins i don’t take ties
Gotta cherish every moment
One day i won’t be alive
(One day i won’t be alive
But i gotta keep going
Cannot swim against the tide)

Yeah you can fight your whole life
But sometimes things don’t ever change
I know i Say this way too much
But really i came a long way
Broke my heart when my dad died
Then i saw beauty in the pain
I used dope it Helped me cope 
But it don’t take the pain away

Put my life on the line for my homies
Ion wanna see em die
Ride with pipes
Look behind i see lights we gotta hide
Don’t get caught up
Or we won’t ever see the light
(Or we won’t ever see the light)

Life on the line

I do not wanna be famous
Wanna be safe wanna have knowledge ya
I just be minding my business
Don’t fw me or i put you in coffin
When i pull up to the party
We get it started we get it poppin
All my killers be heartless 
Can’t nothing stop em
They solving problems
Better watch out for the haters
They always plotting
We gonna drop em
Tryna get under my skin
But it don’t affect
That shit ain’t working
Hop in the whip playing music
Shawty gone loose it
Then she start twerking

Feeling the stress As i Exhale
No one Seems to do it this well
Gettin hotter living in hell
I can’t give up got to prevail

All of the nights that i waited
Still i be hoping my dreams will come true
Hoping that someday we make
All these years wasted i waited on you
Tryna stay out of the drama
We getting money spend it on prada
Feeling like somebody watching 
Am i just tripping or is it my papa
None of you bitches can have me
I’m not your daddy 
you ain’t no mama
Used to be kind of a fuckboy
Then i said nuff’ boy
Gotta stack commas
Why is you rapping bout money
Really you funny
Cuz you got nada
Walk away while you is talking 
Dgaf i told that bitch tata

Always Hated Fame

Just woke up today going my way
Get in my way put you in yo grave
No time to play, my life too great
No time to play, no face no case
Get off your ass boy you a lame
Go get some cash you is not safe
Go buy a strap go cop a drake
Do not come back
Just stay in your lane
Wont tell you twice
Imma set you straight
When i pull out the iron
Cook him like a steak
Product of environment
Never gone change
Life be so tiring 
One day I’ll awake
Keep a small circle
Cause most people flake
I’m not gonna ask
Nah I’m just gonna take
They don’t love me
Love the money i make
That’s fine with me
Give a fuck abt a fake
I rock with the real ones
Stay solid never break
She got lil tits
got a little bit of cake
Don’t bother me
I still love her the same
(I still love her the same)
Y’all be so phony
Just copy and paste
When i get to rappin
I bleed from my veins
Little bit love and a little bit of pain
They don’t wanna feel this
They just in it for the fame
they rappin bout, bitches, money and gangs

Todays the day i forget about the beef
Don’t care what you think
Boy im still gonna preach
He pull up to my shows
Said my Is music weak
Dgnf you just a fan to me
My people be proud of me apparently
If i love you then i call you family
So much going on
Don’t think they understand me
Keep on persevering
Never fall always standing
Smile on my face but I’m not so dandy
Always pull out if i don’t use a plan b
helpin’ me nut my lil shawty so handy
Deep in her cheeks and I’m not talking Sandy
Ex stay mad cuz she fat, like Randy
Stay way from the soda
And stop eating Candy

Glock came with a beam 
Feeling like Tom Clancy
Do what i can
I ain’t tryna live fancy
Spoiled lil bitch
I know he can’t stand me
You is just blind, yah
Really you can’t see
I’m doing me gaf bout what he think
Aim at that boy watch him cry
Watch his heart sink

My Way Prod. confessixn

Believe

dont rush

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23 tracks
31 minutes
Everything Is Perfect Records

written entirely by leo sierra
produced entirely by 12serene
mixed by leo sierra
mastered by 12serene
art by shmunkee

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track 21 ft 32Burden

track 8 coproduced by garçon d'or

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MAD!

Stepping down a Hyde Park alleyway
tracing gaps between broken bottles of Alize
Crushed Stella’s line the sides among
Torn open baggies, see abandoned shoes hung

Off of wires, branching to decrepit houses 
Inhabiting the students or thenewly wed spouses
A couple 20 smths yet to grow up 
Reliving uni life so don’t have to own up

To being out of the time
Act out of line
Few years past they’re prime
On mics by decks tryna rhyme
But can’t scrape a dime
With bookings, the lemons
Sour like limes
Actin aint catching onto signs

Down brude when addiction rises from slumber
Bellin Jude at 2 they stacked wood, n lumber,
Jackin it aint good enough so need a body to sleep
Stroke for a few, get her on her knees, done the deed
man its over

As quick as it started
She blames on her looks, blame it on he’s clattered
Now she putting on her skirt as he’s pulling up the sheets
Now she’s storming out he door, he’s sound asleep 

Swiftly leaves to join back with her mates her
Vibrator looking keen in her drawer for later
They laughing and partin down the middle of the street
 red seas of wine, every night it seems

And each rise of the moon I split from my seams
Same shoes, ripped shirt and them polar jeans
Replay the days like im stuck on a level
Turning up the bezel, cog in the wheel not special 

Try to escape it with liquor and the sex
drinking it the most, stroking it the best
pushing life limits, no cheating the test
Tho despite it seems 100, my head scrambles in mess

Skunk n cess bit of doom fills this head
spark of a spliff, sanity plays it dead
Lot upon my mind it would seem
But I swear this shits fucking empty, nothing to be seen

better off dead
Kill voices in head
dome filled with lead
By 21 like im the best 
I aint passing the test
You not impressed
Well let me kill myself well see if im really feeling bless 

I don’t think that im depressed
Serotonin with each grab of a breast
Zone in with A cheque
But in a moment I aint feeling it the best
More potent, way worse than the best, lest,
 eel there’s a hole in my chest

All the pills and powder aint filling this cavity
Not a crown for a king could satisfy majesty
Maybe for a second but then again its out of reach
no happiness or reality it seems

Groundhog Day, loathing in vegas
Except Im fully sober, don’t think I can make this
im acting complacent in a place that’s adjacent
To hell for me, plead to be run down on the pavement 

Screaming oh lord, jah pls come n save us
Bathe us, like the church, safe fucking haven
devil in my ear telling me to call it quits,
He aint talking Nic, he mean head splits

I can sense there’s a light an end and a tunnel
But feel like lamb to slaughter guided and funnelled
Ive come to a junction but one exits closed off
So take me to the chamber, strip all my clothes off

Pls give me a sign before the end of the tape 
Cus the ropes tied im done for today
And anyway and everyday, let my body lay
Tried all the rest need a escape from this place 

Drink dark and heavy like my mind is at night
Sip the charcoal of rum n coke when my problems arise 
Ping for a 35 will do for the night
Ring for a lady, she might last for the night

Ponder problems pon this rabbits head
Chase liquor, powdy, and pussy in steady
like i won’t live up tomorrow
brown up my liver bury up my sorrow

alleyway

Jonesy

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