prod. ReaLifeGo

These words confining 
I punch in at the right timing 
This punch is finding me 
I’m climbing the expectations
I meet each one w patience 
I pay friends w memories
They here for this path ahead of me
Pace movin steadily 
Paid for everything 
Investing in me 
Deposits wasn’t free
I wasn’t the messiah 
I lie a 

Little too much 
Liked it 

Liked it
A little too much 
The truth
I could use touch 
Of empathy 
I get to the punchline 
Lemme talk 
I walk planks 
Got Frank 
W the hook
Being the captain took
Effort 
Looks I get first
Feet avoid worse 
I’m prancing 
Hope this punch come in handy 
I brand the cult 
From flames I pull
Panned my lulls
I’m full
Of surprises
Talk shit and combine it 

Solo 
Dolo 
punches find me 
So low 
No promo I 
post bros
On a wanted list 
U want this fight come and get it bitch

Punch In (ft. saintville & skqrpp)

eyes gazing at the blazing eclipse

seize the mic and spit

in a state of catharsis

smoking mystic foliage 

getting stoned throw a fit

just a stones throw away from doomsday, shit

reconnaissance drones hovering in the sky high as a bitch

tryna recognize my face

don a mask to cover it

chilled to the bone when I look at my phone

past lives logged into a contact list 

never answer just reminisce

leave the house never knowing
if ima make it home

so I sit

listless

eyes water

thc ingest

I digress

bless

left em guessing

imagination does the rest

pestering thoughts haunt my head

purge em with pungent pot smoke

squaring up against 

persistent visions of deathbeds

inextricably linked to this sixth sense stress

eyes swollen

vocals evoking 

this visceral emotion

hypermanic commotion

feeling like Hyperion

But the drugs got my body convulsing

my brain a locomotive

sentenced to a hospital bed

constraints cutting into my legs

found myself locked in a room ruminating

Xenon light bulbs exploding above my head

eyeballs bloodshot

9 shots of liquor

internal organs bled

sowing seeds thats attracting the reaper

grimacing as the church organs run outta breath

Back on beat

What a feat

Rapping to these 

sweet Aromatic melodies

the typa heat 

that’ll make you say SHEESH

please..

refrain from perceiving

the immaculate rhymes

scheming and plotting

cop a dime

get my mind off

these atrocities

put on a wife beater to go

drink a white tea

without sweetener

and beat the heat

waves wash over me

floating like a butterfly 

but shit ain’t sweet 

i’ll still sting like a bee

step too close they’ll be saying free me

till it’s backwards

roll up a backwood

speed off and crash

If I could

lose sight of the dirty looks

open up my rhyme book

hit the Stu and cook

on this chessboard

Felling like a Rook

E for express

go ahead 

say it with
ya chest

anoint the blunt
im blessed

with prem..initions 

spent 
too much 

attempting re-ignition

nuclear fission

forming a fissure

in my mental

spouts a river

thought

I’d never see the vision

2020 tracks infectious like the pandemic

global pandemonium when I transcend

im perplexed

fifths of henny and blunt smoke to the chest

got my hands steady

gripping the mic like a life vest

after jumping off a shipwreck

music keeping me afloat 
in this life. of. unrest.

woke up feeling undead

yet

a golden halo sits 

above my head

777 questions 
at my wits end

139 the number to solve em

a musical god molecule
scrawled in 
ball point pen

the end

OUTTA BREATH (prod. WiLLE)

Holocaust Bo-BoBo-Bo

Prod. izzysarchivee 

Lyrics//Civilian flow this that civilian flow 
Lil chop hopping in that number 9 I’m dressed from head to toe 
I advise you play it smart stay on 10 toes keep loved ones close 
Fuck being alone shoot in that crowd we make civillians float 
Got my Mexican killer in my phone don’t make me call migo 
Coroner found his body blue and cold nametag said indigo 
My pretty spanish bitch tryna get drunk broke out casamigos 
Sometimes I still rock the bape like 06 Wayne shout out nigo 
They say ignorance is bliss it got him killed so he’ll be missed 
Concert in my pocket black and white blick hanging out like kiss 
Clint Barton carved into the side of my blick cause this bitch don’t miss 
Smoke a blunt my eyes bloodshot I look like kaneki ken 
I’m sipping that drank I chase it wit triss 
Ima real deal creeper ask Darry and trish 
Dumping them bodies right under that bridge 
Do this shit alone I’ll burn that bridge 
They all gave up couldn’t see that ridge 
I ain’t finna tap out know I’m close as shit 
Got hella racks ion want no basic bitch
No catstacks I want a kittennymph…..

casamigos

shadows(prod s0ul)

Titanic(prod.by sickboi)

thankyou for all the support just hit 21k Listens in a month!!!

i fucking hate december

Dreams

Nevermind

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Titanic(prod.by sickboi)

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