“Youngin” Ft Tj Mally Prod.7Teen

HELLCAT WIDEBODY

phill - 19 (prod. sxtrer)

Prosecutors, Critics

Theres gonna be, a frigid winter evening,
Too cold, too broke, too lonely even eat, but the moon sees me,

You know ive got them feds following
Bet u they been checkung the drops

Whod have thought my biggest fan was the cops
Now, you cant say nothing bout my white skin
They want me locked up, 

My problem is bigger than me
They caught me while out in the street 
Starving wet shoes on my feet
Booked me no sign of release

Cant wait to watch them burn

Prosecutors, critics

Man, there will be a special place in hell for some these prosecutors, critics 
Try to put me in a cell prevent some shit I never intended 

You can catch me on the bail,
And I won’t be the one to kill em

But there’s gon be a special place in hell,
Some these prosecutors, critics

Cause this shit im tryna sell and no fluff it aint no gimmick

There gon be a special place in hell for some these prosecutors, critics

Let me tell u now

Sir if this is really bout getting dirt off the streets, 
Why you skipping on these leads and wasting time on maleek?
He pay the bills same time first and second baby mama,
Even visit every week bringing candy for his daughters,
He got the patience of a doctor and the pain thats from his father
Made him go down as a martyr all these kings in the streets

There gon be a special place in hell some these prosecutors, critics

Some these suits tho you can tell they take their job tho really serious

But when I say that I won’t kill nobody bitch you better listen.
I know that life gave me the word I know that light what keeps us spinning

Sir my freedom on this rock, what gon end the need for prisons,
I hope that you been praying
Something get the thief attention,

All you heard was something ill
Then you may need to learn about redemption

Cause there’s greater things than hell for some these contemplative sinners
All the ones who turned their tails
To all that shit that led them missing

But you keep them in a hell for some shit been long forgiven,

My Lord, go make a special place in hell some these prosecutors, critics,

I can’t stand the taste the smell, look on their faces so dismissive

Don’t care I end up like pharrell
Or any politician listen,

Got some shit won’t let me mail, I’m tryna help another person,
That ain’t nothing they could feel, some these prosecutors, critics,

Wanna trap us in a hell full of people no one’s missing, but

I guess they got them too

Prosecutors, Critics (prod. tamshú)

This one for my granddaddy’s, granddaddy’s, granddaddy’s, granddaddy yuh

One day they gon say to me baby rousseau
Why you waste time in the booth? You could fill the pews up?
Why you playing with these flutes?

Who gonna let the youth know?
Cause I came out of the womb like, where my shoes tho?

I was cooped up
Floating round dreaming up some new stuff

Planet earth 
Yea the truth comes
You do not deserve
All that soothes us
We fuck around
Until the doom comes
Til the suits come
Put us in a house of people screwed up
I’ll still be making sound,
Betchu memories gon age well in the town where me and goose from
Know a couple dudes splitting pounds
I just get the news though
All the douche in the trowel
Gon get a glimpse of chewed up
Spit out, big mouth, motherfucker with the tits round, 
Been knew ignorance was bliss everytime hed get the fix found
Hit the mixed hound bitches get the dick down
Never fuck on no dawgs, switch drawed on any fucker who ain’t sit jaw shut

Ain’t a faggot but i burn hot
All you maggots sucking earth rot

Mama sent me edamame
Pardon french im kylian mbappe
Looking more like mr cillian murphy
And Even if u boutta kill me im smirking

Worship the fulfillment of Gods law
But cha cha slide to the ta tas
And the rasta, telling me i talk just like a monster
Offspring of nicki minaj and kanye
Cept I ain’t ever put a bitch down to consummate
Justice gets found
Im tired of these complications
Commendations
For a brother who need confrontation,
Consultation
All his words are compensation
Provocation
Brother really needs a congregation
Who ain’t friends that leave him constipated

Ugh

Bunch of assholes
What the fuck would maker wanna smash mouth
Saying shrek got clout
Why they let him keep the cap round
Getting further way from cash town
I aint up for getting passed round
Jesus broke but still they cast crowns
Future greater than a class clown
Never searched for ways to bag crops
Lad fought, hard for every last drop

When its time ive done enough to hit this next life
Popping in like God i just had got my steps right

Then he looking back like exactly
Getting closer still but some demons had me
Exorcist by night like im batman
Pulling out the tracks 
So casually

Baby Rousseau (prod. xavien)

Haliya

One night stand

Weed Without You (Prod. Geekinz)

Accuser (Prod. RasHop)

Tiana (prod. Stargrave)

Nirvana (prod. dioatbeats)

Pronounced, “Keen Eye”
IG: keeg.knight SC: KeeganAyres
keeganknight.mp3@gmail.com

Vault of Expressions

The presented works are all products of imagination. Aside from the existence of Christ, my words are fictional and symbolic to characters that do not exist as individuals. Anything resembling real events is metaphorical or coincidental to the liking of my present state, many times fears. I desire to write more of joyous things, but much of my fascination with sound comes from sorrow.

Any producer whose beat was used uncredited message me for title adjustment. Some old memos are unorganized. I apologize.

Grease Goblins Deluxe (soon)
Pmill EP
Songs of Sorrow (soon)
Signs of Spring (soon)

Tiana (prod. Stargrave)

Ke Kni

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