Get The Money

Fuck you still, my feelings got hurt bitch.

Hurt Yourself

Produced by Hollywood Cole

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Late Night

Rec Center

Thankhful (feat. Kota The Friend)

Spring Chickens

Play It Smoove

The Great Escape

What Happened To The World?

Art Talk

Ocean Sounds

Barragán Lighting

Solid Plan

Summer Reign (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)

Orange Village

Margie's Candy House

I wrote this because I be in my bag about how trash everything can be sometimes. I be tired of the bs, and even more tired of not doing anything about it. Check it out:

Aye look im tired of my bullshit huh,
So can I take off all this cool shit yeah?
It was funner When I aint knew shit nah, 
At least im free (3x)

But I cant justify the foolish nah,
I need to get back to a pulpit yeah, 
I got mountains im tryna move quick y’all, 
But you know me, but you know me, now you know me 
—

So ima wake up in the morning dawg,
Im running late, but tell me what’s new y’all, 
I just dont gaf about nun dawg,
If I aint winning nothing else matters to me, 

I gotta work but ima call out tho,
We understaffed but you won’t see me today,
We over worked, misunderstood and underpaid,
Another story in the USA 
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So look, It’s been a while since a youngin done spit what came to the fence, 
Im a yard away from harder days, all the bars that I’ve bent to see
neighborhoods I can’t stay till returns is  made off the rent

It’s just another way,
To say modest pay, been a lil bitch,
It’s another day to make honest pay

For a ceo who don’t care if I’m there or quit,
Or don’t care bout a callused fist that’ll probably make million dollars for him fo the summers end,
And that’s nothing I take it personal, that just is what it is, 

So I’m still on the block tho, still moving dope to make this dream shake with olojuwan flows, 
Off of east Houston, moving with Fazo, 
I scraped at heavens floor to keep my mouth froze,  
Cause from this never ending smile these kids gone hear some causes they gone die for, 
I look inside the mirror, see a kid that they gone ride for, 
And it’s not cuz I’m most fly and the most prideful 
It’s cause I’m still that kid that’s from yo crib out spitting fire from the fence,
I grabbed my bag and I left that yard, and I been shining ever since, like that

Cause they said that there be days like this,
Well I want days where they say J done got rich, 
And made gifts flip,
From the misfit kid wit a chapped lip,
fist bent lens that been cracked in,
Spinned that shit to this cat spittn dawg,
ill kill It even then

Im the young nigga, who the gun missed, but I shot up even still,
From that one city, that they chat bout if you get robbed or you killed, 
But im gone get it, 
Cause my road different 
If I walk crawl and ill kneel,
The only promise that I made is I wont stop and never will,
—

Aye look im tired of my bullshit huh,
So can I take off all this cool shit yeah?
It was funner When I aint knew shit nah, 
At least im free (3x)

But I cant justify the foolish nah,
I need to get back to a pulpit yeah, 
I got mountains im tryna move quick y’all, 
But you know me, but you know me, now you know me

Get The Money

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