YCK - Lowkey II

LG4 Trey X SpaceMan Zack - Walk Out That Door

YuckBoy & Saint Youngum - Fancy

MONEY TALK [prod. erlax]

Prod. Arvid @funeralmoney
Featuring Seanny Sol @hellomrsol

Bitches with double A’s running their mouths
But no I’m not talking bout batteries
They try to pave a new lane to get clout
But I don’t remember that mattering

Death of the globe letting chaos ensue
Rituals and all these seances due
Nothing but havoc I torch em like maverick
I’m copping bandanas say fuck to a camera

Age of the Internet all the ways intersect
Paths that I’ve taken have ended up incorrect
Posted up inside a clinic
I murder careers of these wannabe types I’m a cynic

Pop and I drank these pills they take shape
Of my motherfucking guts no shame to break bank
Passed out cold no way to stay awake
And then you can see me tripping and faded up onstage

Pulled up chalk been drawn it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you’re producing

Yo, see I been patient, too passive,
But here's some aggression
Cause I ain't impressed by you trash spittin' ass actors,
Don't know if it's skill or maybe the talent but either way
Shit y'all lack it, really y'all just need practice,
I could probably teach classes, but that don't mean
That y'all'd pass it...
"But I ain't..braggin"
They just don't equip the shit that Seanny spit cause...
"I'm about...action"
See I handle bidness, I need a witness...
"Seanny Be Cashiiiiin"
Like I hit the bank and made it break, they give, I take,
And still I chase, the bag til I win the race,
I dream chase cause rap shit gone bring me places,
Gone and face it, y'all niggas basic, (OOH)
Nigga I spit killer like Jason (DO),
Rippin the writtens everytime I step in a booth, to this rap shit
My voice like magic, I *poof*,
I ain’t the best but I earn respect that boy flex when he catch the vibe,
I ain’t pressed for time, but by looks of this watch
I got it’s my time nigga don’t be shy give Sol the shine

Pulled up chalk been drawn it’s like a crime scene
Swerve on curbs and faded bitch I might be
We don’t roll with you it’s just a nuisance
Fake care bout the shit that you’re producing

Hazardous

Crime Scene (feat. Seanny Sol)

prod by gmp, zak ali & 4ria


SPOTIFY LINK BELOW


https://open.spotify.com/track/2yLZAeViNb16Q6tQ2SYL58

lyrics: 

look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 
bitch i quit drinking, i’m sinking in vomit i belch 
and beginning to think i could opt for some help 
all of my thoughts they just linger like prisoners sit in a clink 
wish i could just be more limber 
or be less distinct 
instead i yell timber 
depressions in sync with my temper 
that shit all grows heavy 
i vent to my shrink till it’s slender as feathers 
meticulous new repetitions 
i let it relinquish what i can’t remember, so tender 
but what difference does it make 
with the distance that i take 
i’d rather never win than try to blend in with you fakes 
i spit the precious gems that descend to bottoms of lakes 
you wretched fucks are asbestos, i can’t try to behave 
i don’t want to spend any more time tryna debate 
i’m still tryna climb the ladder up to meet my fate 
as the time shatters 
rewind, won’t align all your lies with my laughter 
i brine in sublime & latch onto my habits 
i find when i’m manic 
& till i go peak, all my passion is bleak 
until you all reach my new absence 
let that all read as my way of now getting complete 
and redeeming the panic 
this shit is no feat 
it’s a means of me slamming 
you hoes into granite 
you hoes all go show off your glow into cameras 
instagram models, be damned if i cannot fuck 
all of those filters can’t help what the damage does 
cause you’re a 6 just like digits from canada 
business as usual, city is cancerous 
writtens i drew the truth, so much less glamorous 
can’t handle gambles, i travel from 
lands where i drag my love forward 
with bags of drugs 
packing up 
i’ve got a lack of trust 
from all the knives in my back 
i’m not backing up 
cause all these wounds make my breathing hard 
like your damn asthma does 
you’ve got a bag of tricks 
well i’ve got active love 
holding raps captive 
connect them all like it’s a pack of plugs 
sold off the raps i sung 
you’re all so old, but you’re acting young 
tricks are for kids 
and i told em, i had enough 



look at these problems, you started yourself 
while i sharpen my skill set for stardom to pelt 
& propel you to melt 
so please pardon my yells 
cause my therapist says i’m too hard on myself 
& i harp on the shit that you did so unwell 
it exist in conditions, i’m starving to tell 
instead i stay timid, get lost in my shell 
and i run a new scrimmage like johnny manziel 



look at you 
look at you 
you little judgmental cunt 
now bitch look at you

judgmental cunt

Blind Boy

Kuma The Third - LET IT OFF

HAARPER - DEAD TO ME (Prod. HAARPER)

GOD DAMN

Engineered by @downfvll
Lyrics:
Take my time a way
I got reasons that I make all of these mistakes 
I got nobody to call when I’m awake 
I just need somebody come and save the day 
Okay 
Please don’t come and 
Take my time a way
I got reasons that I make all of these mistakes 
I got nobody to call when I’m awake 
I just need somebody come and save the day 
Okay 
Please don’t come and 

Take everything from me 
I’m feeling ecstasy 
Polish up your diamond rings 
I’m always questioning 
Do you still believe in me
Cause you’re not listening 
I just gave you everything 
And now you make me bleed

Come feel me baby and you know you’ll catch these vibes 
You got problems 
I got problems 
Everything gon be alright 
Smoke this blunt 
Hit this weed 
I got everything you need 
Come and chill for a lil
Always practice what you preach

So just ride with me tonight 
Spark it up and bump it right 
Sparkled water in your eyes 
See the future in your sight
So what’s next take a guess
Evaporate all this stress
I got demons through the seasons
Nothing more nothing less so don’t 

Take my time a way
I got reasons that I make all of these mistakes 
I got nobody to call when I’m awake 
I just need somebody come and save the day 
Okay 
Please don’t come and 

What 
Are you saying bout me
She keep sayin thangs that I really don’t speak
And I know that you pressure on like heat 
But I don’t need that shit kiss on my cheeks  
Ha  
Kinda funny my speech 
Like a stand up you can go take a seat 
Cause you got some nerve 
Watch my blood blister 
It is so disturbing 
Kick you to the curb 
Off the road I’m swervin 
Bitch I’m just servin 
Dinner desert 
I’m spittin like a sermon 
Learnin my purpose 
I deserve this 
When you play a show they’re always closing the curtains 
Ha 
Damn 
I just came in demand 
Make the crowd wow all you are is a sham 
Bam kapow like a comic in sans

Limit Break

Eternal (Prod. S1NINJA)

YCK - Lowkey II

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