Lost My Self (prod by. hecto)

Always on my lone 
Always on my lone 

Cell phone stays off 
Getting high on my lone 
Getting fly on my lone 

Only hit you up 
When they need a loan 
Swear I get cheese Provolone

Just me and my bros 
Leave me alone 

cola my drink 
Freezing up the cold 

Pour me some more 

Devil on the phone 

Tryna take control 

On my self esteem 

So I tell em leave me alone 


Hood choppin on the beat 
Yk I go retardo 
Me and him 
Mario and Luigi 
We the tag bros

Is you slow
Floating like a boat
Mayham sick 
I’m retardo 

Dick longer than an extended clip 
Shoot you with an extended clip 
No orange tips 
But she licked my tip 

Yeah
Balling like the Pelicans 
Flyer than a Pelican 
Met gala always hella elegant 
My girls elegant 
So beautiful 
Just me and them we get hella lit 
Just me and them we get hella lit

Lone (prod-hood chopin)

Woah Woah 

O u don’t like me 
Cool, ur wife likes me 
I glazed her donut 
Now she’s icy 

Im a son of a god 
I talk the truth 
Talk to me nicely

Rima with the pump 
He shoot u with a sheisty 

808s , drums 
Don’t matter we knock em nicely 

He say he don’t like me 
I say cool 
Don’t bite me 

Copying us 
Boy u is not like me 

Pitching through the dark 
Where the mice be 

And I got venom 
In me 
Don’t get feisty 

Running to the money 
I gotta feed my family 

Brunch first 
Then I jog in my black tee 

Horse men
We got super sonic speed 


Verse 2

I move to fast 
Its not good for me 

I eat to fast 
They say it’s bad 4 me 

Gotta eat every meal 
Like ur its last feast 

If I like u 
Might lick ur feet 

If you wanna fuck 
Lets have a meet and greet 

I nut once 
Then I gotta leave 

Don’t matter the location 
I’m a ape 
Under the leaf 

Always with the gang 
Hidden leaf 

We got guns 
That leave em underneath

Underworld where the geeks be

Me vs Me 
I’m telling you 
It’s on repeat 

We next they 
All at sleep

Woah Woah (prod-rima+)

Money Mont

These niggas special ed 
They got an extra chromosome
I be singing on the mic 
But I’m not Post Malone 
He wanna follow the gang 
He can’t hang alone 
I was born a lonely wolf 
I hold my own 
Bad bitch took her to my home 
Making her my fav hoe 
She hella thick
She come from rome 
Kush in the air 
We pushing another mode 


I’m so high she looking a lil slow 
Mumble sounds she gon choke
Heavenly sex
We in a interlope 
Roll more up 
Let’s end up in a hole 
Designer garments when I rock the show 
Six sense on me 
Like I’m Naruto 
All you niggas my sons
I ain’t talking Boruto 
Been the chosen one 
Since six year old 
I chase the money 
Can’t fold 
Cuz when you broke
Start hating on the low 
Money, bitches and clothes 
Can’t forget the dope 

Off the dope moving slowmo
Off the dope moving slowmo

Šlowmo (prod-khai)

Long rodeo I’m blow my trees in peace
Long rodeo a head of me 
Long rodeo 
Mixing headphones 
Long stereo 
Music tunes my antidote
I feel each note n every note 
Passing through screeching for more info
High off life 
So you can sip alone 
When you see the vision 
Get in ur zone
Ion care abt
Memories 
I want checks that grow
White girl she sniff snow
Polo jeans 
I sag them to the floor 
Clothes make me feel 
Important they touch my soul
50 dollar jeans 
Thousand dollar jeans 
Each one I rock so poetically 
I get high 
to forget the moments where you hurt me 
I understand it wasn’t intentionally 
But now I gotta you differently 
You showed me you never had the best 
Interest in me 
Genuinely curious to the point of delusion 
Letting you hurt me was my decision 
Getting to know me with no precision 
Should’ve have paid attention 
Should’ve have listened
It’s okay tho 
Long rodeo a head of me
Leading me to a better destination 
Lots of excitement
Heavy treasury 
I’m meant for this 
Never had to study
Piss poor 
Mama hustling 
Inspired me 
No dad  in the crib 
I was in misery
Picked up a mic 
Nothing else matter to me 
Long rodeo is all ahead of me 
Long rodeooo
Ouu

Long Rodeo (prod-hood chopin)

Look at the fucking tone 
dripping like sat in stones (stones)
Mama made food on the stove 
Always kept it cold (stones) 
Eating it everyday made me 
Hate the smell of stew (stones) 
Anyway 
She give me mop 
yeah 
Always on go 
Reverse the clock 
yeah 
Up in a different zone
I cannot stop 
Nah 
Hit you with a butter sock 
We rock out 
Till we cannot 
If you bout it 
Come whip your snot
Clap my hands 
Up in the hot box 
 456 
That’s a bingo watch 
Mango madness sick 
We cooking in the pot 
Understand the spot 
Banging like a hotspot 
Shooter shot like Rambo
9 my number like Rondo 
Baby 
I like it slow 
Sippin cream faygo 
Dirty sprite don’t sip those
Purple runtz
We lighting those 
Spanish mami
Bailando
My squad fly 
You see so
Different styles
Different toes
Thought you sucked dick 
Now you choke 
I walk with a limp oh 
It drags to the floor oh 
Too heavy stones 
 
Stones

Štones (prod-khai)

Koham

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