Track 11/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: Ghost Beats, Hip Hop Collab, Kruttz

I Ain't Trip & #2 (Interlude)

Track 9/20 of Success Is Certain.

D-Jab: link

Produced by: Hood2Handle, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Verse 1 (Kruttz):
Got a million things on my mind,
Executive deals online, limited amount of time,
Chasin' these dollar signs and you ain't on your grind.
Imma show you right now I can give this bitch a fine.
If you try to mess with me, your life’s on the line.
You think people gonna say I’m an inspirin’ wigga.
Other people just want rap to expire.
I work independently. I’ll never get fired.
You know I spit rhymes. You can’t make me retire.
People play too much like the hood is on fire.
Wiggas ridin’ in the street screechin’ their tires.
You say you a gangsta? I look at you, you a liar.
If you don’t admire rap, you better shut your trap.
Fillin’ in the gap, then I get my gat, then I strap.
I feel like I got a death cap on my head, I slap…
…bitches on street, then I go and see my wiggas.
They holler at me. Then I snap and crack.

Chorus (Kruttz):
We ridin’ in the street, actin’ like we gangsta.
Out here in the streets, you betta catch yo paper.
When people look at us, they start to feel anxious.
Hell, we strapped up, got gats, like we gangstas.
We be makin’ raps and they become bangers.
We’re tryin’ so hard just to become famous.
On the streets of Philly, we actin’ like we gangsta.
We actin’ like we gangsta.

Verse 2 (D-Jab):
Ayo, this is D-Jab, the best MC in the lab.
Take a cab, take the slab, take the scrap,
Grab the crack, go to rehab, 
find the sharpest knife and get stabbed by Stan.
I be goin’ to the streets to rise from my feet,
After I rose to my feet with the beat from my wigga, Kruttz.
Take the knockers and cuts. Escape some huts.
Ask him what’s the difference?
Signed to the street like a gangsta, gangsta.
My wigga, Kruttz, with the chorus and it went a little like this.
(Wiggas better not fuck with us, we keeping it real here.)

Chorus (Kruttz)

Gangsta (feat. D-Jab)

Track 8/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: BluntedBeatz, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Kate Wilson

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Straight from the motherfuckin’ streets of Philly,
New white rapper, you better recognize me,
My name is Kruttz, if you get it wrong, you busted,
And if you not a “‘G’ thang”, then you obviously nuthin’.
You know that I ain’t that good, but you better not be bluffin’,
If I ever catch you again, never again start it.
I know it’s hard for me to explain shit,
But Slim knows me, I be goin’ out with the same clip
Reloaded, shoot you right in the head, leave your whole fuckin’ brain split,
I got somethin’ for your ass, keep thinkin’ I’m a dick, bitch.
I know you be doin’ the same shit.
Believe me, yo, you be standing there like you a thing, bitch.

Chorus:
Trust me, you don’t really wanna fuck with me.
It’ll take a while for the truth to be seen.
Look, I know I ain’t a fuckin’ real ‘G’,
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly.
Trust me, you don’t really wanna fuck with me.
It’ll take a while for the truth to be seen.
Look, I know I ain’t a fuckin’ real ‘G’,
But you know me, I came straight off the streets of Philly.

Verse 2:
Straight from the motherfuckin’ streets of Philly,
You know I’m already gonna get a lot of beef,
However, you all know that I’m a better rapper,
Other than the shitty rappers you listen to these days.
I decided to get into the game from listenin’ to rap,
Making playlists on Spotify every day from scratch,
You know it’s gonna take a while for me to catch up,
Have me strapped up, have a knife cut you up.
I don’t get enough sleep, every morning I’m like “what the fuck”?
I hit you in the face so hard like a hockey puck.
Us at Rap God got “deez nuts”.
And we still got in the game while in a bust.

Chorus

Verse 3:
Straight from- wait, I can’t start another verse usin’ the same line again.
People are gonna start thinkin “Damn man, this guy’s lazy.”
Hey, you better save me, because all this shit I try to handle but it’s just crazy.
I want to get to the top, but I’ll always be at the bottom,
You think I should stop? Nope that ain’t happenin’.
Because after this song’s over, people gonna either be laughin’
Or they gonna be clappin’, yo.

Chorus

Straight Off The Streets

Track 7/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: Eazi-Klu

Skit 1

Track 6/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: YoungBeats, Eazi-Klu

Lyrics:
Chorus:
Welcome to Philly, motherfucker.
Where we got such rappers as me and Meek Milly.
Near the New Year, the city starts to get chilly.
Welcome to Philly, motherfucker.
Welcome to Philly, motherfucker.
Where we got such rappers as me and Meek Milly.
Near the New Year, the city starts to get chilly.
Welcome to Philly, motherfucker.

Verse 1:
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it for billions, what the fuck?
If I never make it to the Top 5 I don’t give a fuck.
I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck.
Kruttz, stop takin’ lyrics from other rappers we like.
I don’t really care, I mean y’all can just bite me,
However this ain’t supposed to be a diss so don’t even try me.
If y’all people do somethin’, just don’t lie to me.
I ain’t havin’ it. What I just said is your shit.
Right now we gonna have a party that is just lit.
The party be poppin’ so hard the bitches be doin’ splits.
All my wiggas be doin’ shit like dabbin’ and goin’ all the way up.
Shut the fuck up, your just jealous and can’t find any luck.
You think I care, y’all just have no talent and y’all just suck.
You don’t know what be happenin’ down here.
I mean I’m just tryin’ to make the shit I’m sayin’ clear.
I bet all y’all people be takin’ a while shoppin’ in Sears.
I’m just tryin’ to find words to rhyme with, so y’all don’t have to cheer.
I think I’m gettin’ drunk off of this goddamn beer.
Y’all gonna get into some fear because…

Chorus

Verse 2:
Welcome to Philly, motherfucker.
You better run ‘cause I got my nine ready.
Next thing I know, motherfuckers be jumpin’ from behind.
And I’m the one who gets the fine because I had a gat.
Y’all know I'm back on the streets, man.
Y’all know I’m bringin’ the heat, man.
Y’all know I always try.
I mean like all the time.
If you try to stop my shine…
I’ll cock my nine.
Don’t get outta line.
I said don’t get outta line.
I’m that type of guy…
That’ll stop people from takin’ a vine…
Of me tryin to use my nine.
Y’all gonna get into some fear because…

Chorus

Outro:
Whoa, hey! (X4)
(laughs)

Welcome To Philly

Track 5/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: Kruttz

Lyrics:
Verse 1 (Kruttz):
I don’t understand why you motherfuckers getting’ mad at me.
Is it just me or do you guys want a lot of beef?
I haven’t done shit for y’all for a couple weeks.
Now everybody better call me a real fuckin’ G.
Psych, I’m just kiddin’, I just took shit from Eazy-E.
I bet you guys haven’t been smokin’ those trees.
I’ll pass by you so quick like Super Sonic.
And we be smokin’ that good shit and listenin’ to The Chronic.
Hell you might as well get us confused with the bionic.
You listen to new shitty rappers? You got no fuckin’ logic.
Y’all don’t want to hear me sayin’ I can’t say shit.
You guys have to really closely listen, man.
I’m the best. I be hangin’ out with all my fams.
You not gangsta. You haven’t listen to the Wu-Tang Clan.
I don’t give a fuck, I’ll do my shit unless you’ll mess with us.
Y’all gonna hear me cuss if you don’t want to.
Now if you don’t like me, you can go suck these nuts.

Verse 2 (Rakan 24/7):
Yeah, my name is Rakan 24/7. I’m the guy who kicks ass.
I’m the motherfucker who kills bitches.
These niggas don’t fuck with me, I’m the new fuckin’ rad rapper.
These bitches like to suck my dick.
I don’t give a fuck. I don’t give a fuck…
…about your hoe or you, nigga.
I’m the new motherfucker.
I believe stuff, but these niggas don’t fuck with me.
I got guns, and my headshots…oh!
Think about me, I’ll fuck your bitch.
Fuck the police from the underground, nigga.
I’m the guy who kicks their asses.
They don’t give a fuck ‘cause they can’t find me.
I’m either goin’ to heaven or I’m goin’ to hell.
These niggas don’t fuck with me. 
I’m the guy who can put a bullet in your fuckin’ ass.
Don’t mess with me. I’m the new white rapper.
And when me and Kruttz just kill heads and don’t give a fuck.

Verse 3 (Kruttz):
Sirens flashin’. Wiggas dashin’.
Criminals slashin’. You get the idea.
Arrest random people immediately, okay, I believe ya.
Man, can we just give these motherfuckers some freedom.
I can just rob some museum right now.
Get me some weed and let’s have a fuckin’ threesome.
Oh shit, that must be the fuzz.
Put out the blunts and let’s not make a big fuss.
Stepin’ out the door like there’s a bunch of animals,
Cops barge into my house, lookin’ on the floor…
…they see beer bottles everywhere,
Drugs inside the tubberware, I’m thinkin,
Fuck, did we leave our drugs hangin’ around?
No shit, next thing I know, wigga gonna me put in handcuffs.
I had enough of this shit, I try to escape out of them.
That don’t work, I’d rather run all over the US.
There’s no stoppin’ me. I’ll already be in the city of Compton.

The Fuzz (feat. Rakan 24/7)

Track 4/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: Raisi K., Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Chorus:
Everybody know my shit is memorable.
They fake about my shit becoming measurable.
Wigga, I feelin’ like I’m invincible.
This ain’t some shit that you can say it’s fictional.
I fuck these faggots up by standin’ on one testicle.
I’ll make the best drug, I just gotta get the chemicals.
Imma turn rap gods to be invincible.
This’ll be some shit that’ll turn historical.

Verse 1:
Yeah.
Tonight we gonna ride, wigga.
Before we go, pump up yo’ tires, wigga.
We gonna be livin’ that bike life, wigga.
You don’t know how to ride? Give it a try, wigga.
We got caught by people who wanna press charges.
We start ridin’ away, we got sweaty armpits.
Get that shit!
None of these pussies can rhyme like this.
Look at the flick of they wrist, do I give a shit?
Cut right to the chorus, Klu.

Chorus

Verse 2:
They readin’ my shit in the article like my EP was horrible.
Well, hey, at least it’s better than that classical shit…
…oldies grew up with thinkin’ in their minds like…
…this is some great music. It’s confusin’. Fuck this shit, I’m out.
Everybody thinkin’ my sound is really loud.
Well what do you want me to do? Shout to make it even worse.
I ain’t no Lil Jon shit. I obviously ain’t that James Bond shit.
I that wigga who dropped out and turned my life to a drought.
My shit rare like the T.A.T Communications logo.
Try to find it. You’re probably better at hitting yourself with a baseball bat…
…or better yet, breaking your face on a pogo stick.
Oh, you guys think I’m so weak? Well you can go suck my dick.
You see? Y’all people don’t know that I’m invincible.
When all y’all hear this, y’all probably thinkin’ I’m just some asshole.
Most of my listeners aren’t even gonna be famous anyway.
Ya, just shove my shit up in my anus, these idiots must be brainless.
I’m invincible.

Verse 3:
Half the time I don’t even know how I did it.
I just come up with some shit in less than a minute.
I feel like Drake just thinkin’ about money and women.
I don’t even know what to say, let’s start back from the beginnin’.
Whatever I hear I just think these are all just gimmicks.
Every time people tell me there’s a song I always mimic.
I just feel like I always on some type of limit.
As a rapper, I should just celebrate this special spirit.
But since I’m invincible you shouldn’t speak to me period.
This shit is hard to do, all the shit I’m handlin serious.
I keep runnin’ out of ideas, I’m just always oblivious.
Now I’m thinkin’ I’m so invincible, I can say I’m imperious.
Wait a second.
Oh lord, now I just feel like I’m cocky.
I had such great moments and then fell down like the Rocky series.
All this shit that I’m written just feels like it’s a rough copy.
Well, fuck it, all my wiggas will just do this like hockey.

Invincible

Track 3/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: Tre, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu

Lyrics:
Chorus:
We be smokin’ weed and drinkin’ champagne.
The hell we just drank? Fuck it, we get paid.
See these wiggas shootin’ shade?
Man, fuck what you say. I’m just the same every day.
Goddamn, who tryin’ to make a play?
Man, fuck what you say. I’m just the same every day.

Verse 1:
Down at the Philly 7/11,
I be hangin’ with my homies Kevin and Evan,
Talkin’ ‘bout that rap and those weapons.
Man we just as crazy as lemons.
I don’t know if you learned your lesson.
Don’t interrupt me by askin’ questions.
If you do, your girl’s the one that’s gettin’ threatened.
Now look who isn’t present, wigga.
All this shit you’re hearin’ isn’t any test.
The city around us is just a big fuckin’ mess.
Because of the bad things happenin’, nobody’s feelin’ blessed.
And by writtin’ these lyrics, I feel like I gettin’ stressed.
But now I feel like I’m on a whole another level.
I feel like I got the pedal to the medal.
Now I feel like I just made Philly safe.
But I still need to get my business straight.
Why does there always have to be a limit,
On what you say on your own shit?
We need to make the music safe for those bitches.
I don’t give a fuck. I’ll make everything explicit.
All you have to do is sit and listen.
Try to sue me and I’ll bring out the boss Slim.
He’ll kick you out of his building immediately.
That’ll just give you more jealously.

Chorus

Verse 2:
Wiggas still be talkin’ that shit.
I got myself a brand new gift.
And that’s the spirit to spit rhymes,
And I mean like all the time, readin’ all those lines.
People be fightin’ so hard like they canines.
I’m gettin’ shit like “I need this word to be defined”.
Wigga, I ain’t the type of person that does that.
I’m the type of wigga that’ll run up to people with a gat.
I’m the type of wigga that’ll try so hard to rap.
I know I’ll continue risin’ ‘cause this ain’t the last.
I feel like all my life I’ve been stuck in a cast.
I never felt like I was royal like I was some jack.
But hey I guess I never played poker before.
I be focused on rap crazy like I’m the Joker.
All rappers know that the rap game is never over.
But you standin’ without anybody else like you a loner.
Big Sean said it doesn’t take a lot to make you rich.
Apparently it does since I ain’t gettin’ shit.
There are way too many wiggas in the city throwin’ fits.
Slim be walkin’ around with that “bling”. Do you see his shit?
I got blood on the money and everything.
No rapper would like to walk around with a pinky ring.
A lot of people be mistakin’ me with a singin’ wigga.
But y’all know that I ain’t the king of everything, wigga.

Chorus

The Same Everyday

Track 2/20 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: SUBURBS, Eazi-Klu, Kate Wilson

Lyrics:
Chorus:
Y’all think I’m playin’, y’all ready hatin’,
Y’all thinkin’ how did I get in the rap game?
Y’all know I’m just beginnin’, who’s the one to blame?
Later in my career, Imma turn Super Saiyan while in the rap game.
Y’all think I’m playin’, y’all ready hatin’,
Y’all thinkin’ how did I get in the rap game?
Y’all know I’m just beginnin’, who’s the one to blame?
Later in my career, Imma turn Super Saiyan while in the rap game.

Verse 1:
I don’t know what they sayin’. I don’t know why they hatin’.
But when I heard Jinx say the same shit, I decided to go his way, fam.
When Slim got me in the studio, I didn’t know what would happen.
I just started rappin’, then Slim told me that liked my rhymes, man.
My life in the past, I had a really hard time,
Tryin’ to get myself to think what the fuck was my job goin’ to be.
I had a lot of bullies in my life, teasin’ me ‘cause the way I act.
But man, now fuck that! I could get my friends to beat your ass.
Here’s a little fact y’all need to know. Never fuck up an intro.
Don’t act like this is disco. This is rap, fuckin’ hoe.
Burn your face with a cup of joe, see how that shit go.
If you smash a brick into my window, I ain’t lettin’ you in my limo.
Fuck a lamborghini, Imma lend my money to Slim Shawny.
Why the fuck would you want to taunt me? Imma still your honey.
I’ll kidnap her, send her to my record label.
Then when she makes that molla, we’re gonna be stable, motherfucker.

Chorus

Verse 2:
Verse two, the one that causes bad news,
The one that gets all the views, but it cannot get better than this.
Imma get a lot of shit for this, but I don’t give a fuck.
If you don’t like what I’m sayin, you can go suck these nuts.
All my life, I wanted to diss rappers so bad,
They gonna so mad that they turn into my bite-size pieces.
One of Slim’s homies got shot by another rapper in the heart,
So I decided Imma rip this rapper all apart. (Okay.)
There was this one gay I know that was named...
Yeah I know we worked together, but now he acts like he’s getting laid.
Plus we only worked together one time, I never ever heard him spit rhymes.
Slim made an entire EP that dissed him, he really fucked him up into bits.
So he shot his friend, making him look like a big dick,
Motherfucker, I want you to shoot his ass with a brand new clip.
Anyway, that’s enough to say about this gay bitch.
When he hears this, I bet his entire body’s gonna twitch, yo.

Chorus

Verse 3:
Diss this, diss that. All I hear is chit-chat.
Shitty this, shitty that, what you think you talkin’ at?
If you still think that I’m shit, you can go leave, dick.
But you haven’t met the Rap God inmates, yet, they ain’t gonna be your threat.
Don’t take this song seriously, this ain’t no protest.
The only thing you should take seriously is the second verse...
If you gonna fuck around with a mediocre hip hop zoo,
Don’t fuck around with the Rap God crew.
Right now I feel like I am invincible.
All you other motherfuckers walk around like I’m invisible.
Y’all don’t even want to know what I want to say.
I just feel like I’m like this every single day. (naw)
I only got a couple fams that I can actually trust.
I don’t care if you send me to jail, I’m still gonna bust out.
Fuck the police, I’m only kidding, the faggots listening are weak.
Y’all don’t even know that I just use “faggot” as word.
Y’all don’t even know what the fuck you even heard.

Rap Game

Here's a cover of Kur's song "Right Now" that I did.

Produced by: Infamous Rell, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu

"Right Now" by Kur: https://soundcloud.com/kur-sound/kur-right-now-prod-by-infamous-rell

Lyrics:
Chorus:
‘Cause if it never went down, it’s goin’ down
Right now (X6)
‘Cause if it never went down, it’s goin’ down
Right now (X6)
‘Cause if it never went down, it’s goin’ down right now.

Verse 1:
Lately, I’ve got a lot of shit on my mind.
I tryin’ to get all the shit that I can find.
I never understand why these bitches always lie.
I gettin’ stressed too much, I need to have some time.
I’m tryna find my mind. My mind is in a disguise.
Critics criticize my shit like “I mean at least he tried.”
Fuck all that fake shit. We ain’t got time to lie.
We got limited time to rhyme, so please give us time.
I gonna be the best rapper of the season undoubtedly.
Believe me, I repeat, you can’t beat our team.
I came up with a thought, now I ain’t gettin’ sleep.
I’m gettin’ bigger and bigger, now I actin’ like 50.
Dissers decipher me. Rappers higher than me.
I’m lyin’ when I say I’m gettin’ hoes from Tennessee.
I get defeated by wiggas that ain’t about the lyrics.
Fuck my spirit. People won’t care ‘bout my disappearance.
People keep thinkin’ we just a bunch of losers,
While these others rappers just care about makin’ dumb lyrics,
And ridin’ ubers all day.
Say somethin’ about me, you’ll get a bruiser.

Chorus

Verse 2:
If I had a million dollars, would you fuck me for free?
If I had a million dollars, do you think I would succeed?
Shit don’t make sense, bee. Believe me yo.
I got influences from Eminem and Biggie. Man, it’s retrieving.
If I get less time to do shit, I ain’t gonna be the best.
I gotta pay attention before I start gettin’ stressed.
I’m sick of always bein’ poor as shit. Bein’ all broke.
But I try not to choke. Hope this shit ain’t a hoax.
I’m just like fuck them hoes doin’ musical.ly and shit.
Wastin’ yo time on that shit. Get yo money back from that shit.
The world is filled with pimps and hoes and shit, wigga.
But shit wigga, I guess we all a bunch of dumbasses.
I said I was smokin’ weed like 4:20.
Bunch of lies, man. I’m just gettin’ fried all the time.
Get roasted up the ass. Passin’ all that gas.
Passin’ gas on the last wigga that fuck they shine up.
I told you I was gettin’ coke from the lo-lo.
Now I say to that shit “oh no”. I won’t go for mo.
Friends and foes, the po-po, that’s my life I guess so.

Chorus

Losers

This is a remix of D-Jab's song "Eternal" that I did.

Produced by: F.R.B., D-Jab, Kruttz

D-Jab: https://soundcloud.com/real2003
"Eternal" album: https://soundcloud.com/real2003/sets/d-jab-eternal-explicit

Lyrics:
Intro ([D-Jab] & {Kruttz}):
{It’s the remix.}
[Ayo…this is D-Jab.]
[Back up in this motherfuckin’ ass.]
[One moment for all of you who live in the past.]
{We Rap God.}

Verse 1 (D-Jab):
Ayo.
Ay yo, when I write this rap I’m causin to tap on somethin’ harder than a Sonny Bonno baseball cap,
When yall gettin zapped from this incredibly hard flat trap 
I’m not on the map yet,got to pay the debt, very upset, but I ain’t givin up yet
Or goin to bed yet 
Or dyin under my head yet 
Or lyin next to my bed yet
I ain’t buyin’ it all yet in the shop 
I coulda cropped it but I didn’t
For that you wouldn’t
You wouldn’t get it or respect it 
Your vertebrae and spinal fluids are infected
You wanted to go to a great school but you weren’t accepted or respected
From which you were affected
You’re computer was disconnected 
Unexpected, Unprotected, Undetected, Rejected, Suspended, Reflected, 
You were neglected
You couldn't even respect it 
You couldn't even wet it 
And I could've kept it inside my pocket 
Wit the keys and the locket tick tock it wit a double barrel 
(Bang!)

Chorus (D-Jab):
‘Cause I’m eternal.
And when I’m comin’ through the portal,
No one’s gonna kill me when I’m immortal,
Because I’m eternal.

Bridge (Kruttz):
D-Jab…
Kruttz…
It’s Rap God Season…
Yeah. Uh.

Verse 2 (Kruttz):
I’m eternal. I’m immortal. I got that energy to murder,
These pussy ass rappers who like to rock with the burners.
I ain’t even heard of you.
Y’all rich as hell, yet you got the lambos lurkin’.
Y’all flirt with them girls ‘cause you wanna impress,
But all I think about you is that you’re a fuckin’ mess.
Look at the stress I gotta go through.
Look at the address I gotta go to. I gotta know it too.
Can’t fuck up the paths. Can’t fuck up the maps.
Can’t lose the stacks. Wait I ain’t got no stacks of cash.
This rap shit has been turnin’ into that trap.
Run a hundred laps, then shoot a hundred racks.
A hundred racks bustin’ out the wrapper.
A hundred racks bustin’ out the rapper.
These faggots I be hangin’ with be just so crazy.
Minnie, Chrissy, Ren, and Stimpy, ‘90s shit.
We be all up in that grimy shit.
I be all up in that Nike shit.
I feel like I’m that almighty shit,
‘Cause right now I feel like I’m infinite.
Right now with the label, I liftin’ it up,
I just gotta remember not to fuck this shit up.
Now I’m goin’ out to the city with my gat.
I’m just killin’ rappers, just like that,
While listenin’ to Birds In The Trap,
Yeah I fuck with Scott, but I’m not a G.O.A.T.
I ain’t like Biggie and I ain’t like Eazy.
I’m possessed in this rap shit, believe me.
If y’all don’t like my shit, then leave me.
Don’t pester me. Y’all better without me.
(Motherfucker I’m eternal!)

Verse 3 ([D-Jab] & {Kruttz}):
[Intimidator, simulator, stimulator,
Hater, baker, escalator, neighbor,
Waiter, wager, to be engagor, major, pager,
Cager, stager.] {Motherfucker I’m eternal!}
[Mentally, fundamentally, incidentally,
Monumentally, exceptionally, sentimentally,
Instrumentally, elementally, penalty,
Transcendentally, regimentally meant to be eternal.]
{Motherfucker I’m eternal!}

Chorus ([D-Jab] & {Kruttz}):
I’m eternal.
And when I’m comin’ through the portal,
No one’s gonna kill me when I’m immortal,
Because I’m eternal.
I’m eternal.
And when I’m comin’ through the portal,
No one’s gonna kill me when I’m immortal,
Because I’m eternal. {Motherfucker I’m eternal!}

D-Jab - Eternal (Remix) (feat. Kruttz)

Track 3/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Project 001, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Kate Wilson

Hangouts (Censored)

Track 2/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Kamoshun, Eazi-Klu, Kruttz

Infamous (Censored)

Track 1/6 of Success Is Certain.

Produced by: DMC, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

On The Regular (feat. Slim $hawny) (Censored)

Track 6/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Eazi-Klu, Kruttz

Lyrics:
Chorus (Kruttz) (X2):
I can't even sleep I got so much to say.
Fuck the fans, fuck the police, fuck the D.A.
I can't even sleep I got so much to say.
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a pound a day.

Verse 1 (Kruttz):
I can’t get no sleep I got so much to say.
On my way to make a pay ‘cause I made mistakes.
I can’t get no sleep. I can’t even eat, but…
We got Uzis with us, so that make us elite.
I cannot breathe. You leave me just so I can die. Why?
Is it because I am starting to lost my fuckin’ mind?
Hell naw. I can’t fuck with y’all. You gon make me ball.
You gon make me pay the law. Fuck the law, smash a brick through the wall.
Y’all ain’t even make me talk. Y’all ain’t even make me walk.
Y’all just think I’m a retard ‘cause of my autism.
Shoot a bunch of pistols. Fool you with your dumbass mind. 
All these girls just think about havin’ a fat behind.

Chorus (Kruttz) (X2)

Verse 2 (Mcgui):
I can’t get no sleep,
I set my alarm clock, still can’t get no sleep.
Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I joke and smoke,
It don’t mean I took my glock.
25 shots for all my homies writin’ rap…
With the pen until we meet again.
I’m spittin’ rhymes now, becomin’ inescapable,
Available, sustainable to be payable,
Capable of becoming the greatest MC of all time.
Bustin’ these rhymes every day and I hate the D.A.

Chorus (Kruttz) (X2)

No Sleep (feat. Mcgui)

Track 5/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Chorus (Young Hugi):
I’ll be damned if someone said that I got the keys.
Rollin’ out in my new whip screamin’ “nigga please”.
My shit is black and white like a panda, panda, panda.
Black X, white, grey, I be ridin’ in my new Lamborghini.
Lamborghini. Do you see my Lamborghini?
Lamborghini. Do you see my Lamborghini?
Lamborghini. Do you see my Lamborghini?
Lamborghini. Lamborghini. (“ghini”)

Verse 1 (Kruttz):
I was hustling before I came into the room.
Now look at me, the richest wigga in the room.
I had to get them muscles before I came to the room.
Look at me, I’m the richest wigga in the room.
Grab a broom. Use it as a rocket ship.
Launch that shit all the way up to Uranus.
You’re shit’s plainness. I be always the insaneness.
I hope you learn the words of this song you just heard.
Fuck am I talking about. I ain’t makin’ sense.
Since I did this shit wrong, y’all people gonna listen less.
Lambos, Rambo, do I need to say mo?
Low lives at the lo-lo gettin’ mo dope.

Chorus (Young Hugi)

Verse 2 (Young Hugi):
Shit I had on my mind made me feel like a gangsta.
You’s a wanksta. Y’all won’t be all this paper.
Niggas said that I sound like that rapper Future.
We ain’t make no bloopers ‘cause we ain’t a bunch of losers.
Came out the hooch and we bought the hood.
I be doin’ good ‘cause I be doin’ what I should.
I ain’t make a mil yet since we be independent.
I went into the studio with a fuckin’ penny.
Fuck that nigga Jay. He ain’t worth them Benjie’s.
Any nigga wanna go platinum? Get that Bentley.
I got a Lambo just because people think I’m handsome.
You niggas fightin’ over crumbs ‘cause you say too much sarcasm.

Chorus (Young Hugi)

Verse 3 (Kruttz):
I bought a brick. Do you wanna do some stupid shit?
I’m fuckin’ bitches. All they want is this dick.
Chick be slick. She a les, she be pussy lickin’.
Is every single word on this mixtape “penis”?
Fuck that shit. We gotta celebrate Rap God Season.
We be breathin’. Celebratin’ like a basketball season.
March madness did you say? I’ll be on my way.
Gotta give these wiggas payback while playin’ some Maybach.
Rick Ross, toss that salad like you the boss.
Kick the faucet, met this girl, likes the color purple.
Nails purple, lips purple, pussy colored purple.
Big titty bitch, get the sexual words out my head!

Chorus (Young Hugi)

Lamborghini (feat. Young Hugi)

Track 4/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Metashrew, Eazi-Klu, Kruttz

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I walk into the club, smoke a joint,
Have some fun, Kruttz get to the point.
I through money and coins while I’m gamblin’.
I go ham on some wiggas and start to play Scrabble.
Scramble the words that are comin’ out my mouth.
I got lean in the Styrofoam, my life is a drought.
Playin’ poker, man let’s go a hundred rounds.
The Bentley comin’ up, and I’m just like wow.
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat.
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe.
I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show.
I just remembered that I'm absent minded.
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it.
I freestylin' every verse that I spit,
'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit.
I told the doc that I need a change in sickness.
I always wonder if you ask yourself.
Is it just me?
Is it just me?
Or is this sex so good I shouldn't have to smash for free?

Chorus:
Attitude on Hawaii-o.
Your pussy on agua.
Your stomach on flat flat. (Ayo)
And your ass on what's that? (I know)
Attitude on Hawaii-o.
Your pussy on agua.
Your stomach on flat flat. (Ayo)
And your ass on what's that? (I know)
We just at the club. We don’t really give a fuck.
We be smokin’ blunts. We just havin’ fun.
Ay. Girl. Shake that ass for me,
‘Cause we’ll be dancin’ all night. (Yeah)
We’ll just dance all night.

Verse 2:
Ay. Ay. I get it now.
Wiggas go ham, so I give them the fence.
Up on defense, where did she went.
I really can’t seem to find her on the map.
My homies be out here listenin’ to trap.
This girl be twerkin’ on me while she sittin’ on my lap.
We get a good laugh and we start to fap.
Ay, I’m sorry but I need to rhyme if I rap.
Technique. Technique. Technique. Let her strip.
If we havin’ sex, I give her a magic trick.
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick!
Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it.
It hit the ground so hard it caused an earthquake.
And God’s lookin’ at me now like for fuck’s sake.
Hop into the wraith as I leave the bedroom.
Now I think to myself how did I get to this place?

Chorus

Dance All Night

Track 3/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Project 001, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu, Kate Wilson

Lyrics:
Chorus (X2):
Hangouts. We be on them hangouts.
You ain’t gotta shout ‘cause you’ll cause a blackout.
Learn the facts now if you really that serious.
I know you get furious, but you gotta keep cheerin’.

Verse 1:
You make me lose mind. I mean like all the time,
But I still love you in every single way that I could.
I don’t disrespect you, I hope you do the same,
Hope you win that fame. Hope you never ever will change.
You still treat make like we were best friends way back.
It’s make a whole lot of sense since those memories were gems.
Hope you like my bling. Hope you like my style.
You make me happy every single time you smile.
Our relationship has gone on for so long.
I thought it would be a good idea to make song.
I hope you won’t ever do me wrong.
Just make sure you can find a time to call me on the phone.

Chorus (X2)

Verse 2:
But then there’s that one thing I don’t like about you.
It’s that you act crazy too much, you need to control yourself.
Fix your behavior so people could listen to you.
Do the shit your parents in the past had given you.
Those last two nights we was gettin’ into fights.
I know talkin’ ‘bout this stuff isn’t really somethin’ I like.
But please, listen to my word so your life could be better.
It’s like I’m givin’ you a letter, but I guess you’re just like whatever.
Stop sayin’ those lies so people don’t think you’re a turd,
‘Cause I know you’re not, so please listen to my word.
Please learn what I’m saying and don’t be a mean person,
‘Cause I know that bad attitude isn’t really worth it.
I know you get annoyed when people talk about your ass and shit.
And I know if I get older, I would hate to counterfeit.
Remember to be yourself and stay true to who you are,
‘Cause if you do stick to that, y’all reach for the stars.
I know you have dreams of graduating out of Swenson.
But trust me Angela and listen to my word, please.
Listen to my word, please.

Chorus (X2)

Hangouts

Track 2/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: Kamoshun, Eazi-Klu, Kruttz

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
I had to school my wiggas outta class just to play tennis.
Six months and I’m still goin’ independent.
How you broke if you ain’t gonna be a goddamn menace?
How you let a wigga and the fuzz out do ya.
Look at the flick of the wrist, again I don’t give a shit.
Me and Slim be Rap God, don’t fuck with me or him.
A lot of wiggas say shit that don’t even make sense.
Shit my image gettin’ dense. Look at my own house prints.
R.I.P. Prince and the legend Michael Jackson.
Shit is practice. Might as well sleep on a cactus.
Lookin’ at the status of my sales is just madness.
Fuck them taxes, might as well just go on Catfish.
I’d love to go out with a girl who doesn’t wear plastic.
But if I ain’t fuckin’ an actress then my mind is just trackless.
Mixtape’s gotta a short track list, I don’t give a shit.
Still don’t fuck with me? You can suck my dick.

Chorus (X2):
Don’t take me to court ‘cause you know I’m innocent.
My raps are memorable if you think I’m infamous.
If I get more followers, the number will be infinite.
The thoughts in my head are startin’ to be limitless.

Verse 2:
I’m ridin’ bad. Catchin’ up with my homie Brad.
I’m goin’ mad. Had to write on the notepad.
I’m gettin’ sad. Feelin’ like my shit is rad.
I’m feelin’ glad. I’m gonna shoot these haters with my gat.
Kruttz stop sayin’ the same shit all the time.
You know you won’t do these things so don’t even try it.
Okay, I won’t, you just gotta stop listenin’ to Fetty Wap,
Or else I’ll make your head pop. No you won’t you liar.
I’m gettin’ frustrated because people say this shit.
Other rappers still say they gonna fuck your bitch.
You know I ain’t like that. I be doin’ real rap.
I be doin’ the shit I should be doin’ ‘cause I really learn.
I get annoyed by all this fuckin’ school work.
Pop a perk, be a jerk, but I ain’t a bully.
I reminisce about the day I got robbed.
Ain't ashamed to say that I got robbed.

Chorus (X2)

Infamous

Track 1/6 of Rap God Season V1.

Produced by: DMC, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Chorus (Slim $hawny):
Sell a lot of dope.
Dodge a lot of cases.
Stickin' to the basics.
Rock a lot of chains.
Do a lot of things.
Bottles by the cases.
Stickin' to the basics.
Do it on the regular.
Fuckin' on the regular.
Trippin' on the regular.
Trippin' on the regular.
Count it on the regular.
Sippin' on the regular.
Never smokin' regular.
Wigga we ain't regular.

Verse 1 (Kruttz):
Woah. Woah.
Wigga you know we never be regular.
Woah. Woah.
Wigga actin’ hard like he a wrestler.
Woah. Woah.
I’m going crazy like the predator.
Woah. Woah.
Beat is so flame I gotta read the temperature.
Fuck around and get smoked.
Fuck around and get choked.
Fuck around and let them wiggas hang you by the throat.
Damn. Regular, regular, regular.
Eazi-Klu be on that regular.
Wigga you know we ain’t regular.
You know I sold that dope just to get bars of soap,
Styrofoam, artichoke, y’all know my shit is hard to choke.
Blow that smoke, through the air, wavin’ the blunt like I don’t care,
Goin’ crazy like we fuckin’ bears. Wigga you know we ain’t regular.

Chorus (Slim $hawny)

Verse 2 (Kruttz):
I be there smokin’ that weed. I be there playin’ the keys.
Yeah, yeah. Haven’t been gone for a week. Haven’t even got no sleep.
Yeah, yeah. Sippin’ that real OG. Rockin’ that real old beat.
Yeah, yeah. Wigga we be elite. Guess it is time to retreat.
Wigga you know it’s Rap God Season. I’m glad that we still breathin’.
Poppin’ bags, poppin’ pills, shit wigga you know how it go.
Got that dope from the low. Had to sell a lot of soap.
Chick had to go crazy with the red hair actin’ like she was Lil Boat.
I might drink it when it’s hot. I might drink it when it’s cold.
But all you lil wiggas wanna be like me. Do you wanna be like this?
Really I’m goin’ insane. Eazi gotta fix my pain.
When the sun come out, it stops the rain. Wigga you know we ain’t regular.

Chorus (Slim $hawny)

On The Regular (feat. Slim $hawny)

The fourth and final single from Kruttz's debut album "Success Is Certain".

Produced by: Lex Luger, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

My Planet (feat. Slim $hawny) (Censored)

Here's my submission for Sharpe's "Rap On My Beat" Challenge that I did last night. Hope it gets in the video and I hope you like it. Happy Easter btw.

Produced by: Sharpe, Kruttz, Eazi-Klu

Sharpe: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYAOjG25pOBWNczisxfhyOQ

Lyrics:
Intro:
I’m killin’ the game now.
I’m killin’ the game now.
I’m killin’ the fame now.
Fuck all the fame now.
Y’all betrayed me.
Y’all think I’m crazy.
Lean in the Styrofoam.
I’m goin’ crazy. (Yo!)

Verse:
Fuck all you wiggas now.
This ain’t a game now.
Jump on the stage now,
And jump out the face, now.
She got that cake, bruh.
You a mistake, bruh.
I got the key, now.
The key to the door for success, now.
I’m goin’ through a lot of stress,
You wiggas act like some dyin’ pets,
Whinin’ all day about a rapper,
Y’all probably dickridin’ on that rapper.
Pardon my French, yes I said French.
Y’all cannot bend me, I am so blessed.
Y’all think I sound like that Drake motherfucker,
I got my own fuckin’ ways, motherfucker.
I got the moves. (I got the moves.) Y’all makin’ moves.
Sneakin’ around, like you are, wiggas with motherfuckin’ attitudes.
I’m fuckin’ two. Oops, where those bitches yours? (Oh no!)
Fuck with you. I’m makin’ digits, what about you? (Naw.)
(Damn.) Fuck outta here, wigga.
It’s very personal when you talk face to face with someone,
With someone you thought stole your flow, wigga.
(Woah, woah, woah!)
I’m blowin’ money fast, Rick Ross style, like I’m the boss.
This ain’t a game no mo.
I can’t understand y’all bein’ sayin.
Y’all know that I be sprayin’. Sprayin’, sprayin’, sprayin’. (gun ad-libs)
Test me, bless me, guess me, jet ski, best heat, dead meat, get weed.
(skkrt) You better not make me, you better not make me, try and chase me, hoe.
Hoe, wait a minute. Ho, ho, Hood Santa.
Wood banner. I do not know what I’m sayin’, yeah.
Cocaine yeah. In the domain, yeah.
I’m insane, yeah. I’m insane, yeah. (gun ad-libs)
Shout goes out to Sharpie, man.
Good work on this sharp heat.
Bitch I’m elite. Fuckin’ teach me.
Wiggas always want some beef,
I just want all this heat.
Bitch it’s spring break,
Man today was a good day. (gun ad-libs)

No Way (Sharpie Challenge)

The second time I did the Sharpe Challenge. Hope this one gets in the video!

Sharpe: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYAOjG25pOBWNczisxfhyOQ

Lyrics:
Chorus:
I just bought myself, all this motherfuckin’ lean.
I just got myself, all these motherfuckin’ teens.
I switched up on things, y’all just bitch about things.
I got chicks on teams, you got kicked off teams.
I’m ballin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’.
I make these bitches drippin’, drippin’, drippin.
I’m ballin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’.
I’m ballin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’.

Verse 1:
Whole team on magic.
Y’all wiggas can’t have it.
Load the gun, automatic.
I’m just trippin’ on xannies.
Fuck you, wigga, had plenty.
Y’all wiggas had many.
I just want that Bentley.
I just want that Bentley.
Pull up on you like skkrt.
Lit like Uzi Vert.
No I’m not a fuckin’ turd.
I just know all the words.
Y’all don’t know the words.
I could rap on a beat,
And just like motherfuckin’ Kendrick,
The words have a fuckin’ meanin’.
I can still be leanin’,
I can still be bleedin’.
I can still be beatin’,
All y’all lame boys speakin’.
All y’all lame boys seeking,
For some motherfuckin’ success.
Y’all gave me this stress.
I could get yo ass, take yo neck.

Chorus

Verse 2:
Old ways, old ways.
Y’all people ain’t safe.
Y’all need yo place,
In the fuckin’ game.
Old ways, old ways.
Old ways, old ways.
Cold waves, cold waves.
Codeine every day.
Drinkin’ Styrofoam cups.
Got you wiggas actin’ up.
I cannot trust.
Bitch with the fat ass fucked.
Goin’ mainstream on these wiggas.
People wanted it, here’s your dream.
I just cracked up all these schemes.
I’m gettin’ lit with $hawny.
Hittin’ the gym like a fuckin’ don.
Makin’ those wins and we fuckin’ gone.
Trappin’ out the bando, Xbox on.
On my ways, I’m fuckin’ blondes.
Y’all wiggas act like I’m a fuckin’ joke.
In reality, y’all are jealous and broke.

Chorus

Trippin'

Just a remix I did to Playboi Carti's "Magnolia".

Originally produced by: Pi'erre Bourne
Re-produced by: DOSE beats, Eazi-Klu

Magnolia (Remix) (Censored)

Just a remix I did to Playboi Carti's "Magnolia".

Originally produced by: Pi'erre Bourne
Re-produced by: DOSE beats, Eazi-Klu

Lyrics:
Chorus:
Uh, in Philly I milly rock,
Hide it in the sock,
Runnin’ from the cops,
When it’s 12 o’clock,
And I got that watch,
No, it ain’t a Rolex,
I got my nine cocked.
Aye, wrist is filled with rocks,
Got a safety lock,
For the trap block,
Got a Benz truck,
And my girl sucks,
And she also fucks,
Magnolia gives me luck.

Verse 1:
Dissers want all this war, I just really ask for more.
No bitch I am not willing to give a fuckin’ tour.
Smokin’ on that dope, I got it from the low.
Fuck them boujee hoes, they thought we wouldn’t make it.
(Fuck them boujee hoes.) We be on vacation.
I love it when I shock my fans, look at they faces.
These wiggas are so dumb they thought I was taken pills.
I was only eating Tic-Tacs, I am not tryin’ to get killed.

Chorus

Verse 2:
Fuck the bitch real slow, yeah she one of them hoes.
Wigga close the doors, you don’t wanna see no mo.
Look at these hoes, dodge ‘em like woah,
Ridin’ the Rolls, push to go.
All these wiggas made at me, I don’t really know why,
Is it because they see a rapper that is a white guy?
Man, I can’t fuck with y’all if y’all gonna be like that.
You can’t probably rap, don’t fuckin’ bother me with that.

Chorus

Magnolia (Remix)

Another single for my next EP coming out which will continuously be delayed until I announce the final release date for it.

Produced by: Kruttz & Eazi-Klu

Wish This Life (Censored)

Another single for my next EP coming out which will continuously be delayed until I announce the final release date for it.

Produced by: Kruttz & Eazi-Klu

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
Stylin’ though.
Lookin’ at these pictures with me smilin’, though.
I remember all these memories, I be wildin’ now.
I just think it’s weird adults act so childish now.
I be riding through the city.
Never would I make it if these wiggas weren’t with me.
Yeah. I had all these years to get to this.
I wished this life, have to worry about this rapper shit.
I just had Shawny call me on the phone.
He said there was a funeral, I didn’t even know.
It made me sad that I’ll miss the friend I knew.
It made me think, don’t ever trust those hoes.

Chorus (X2):
All this rapper shit I wished this life.
All this rapper shit I wished this life.
All this rapper shit I wished this life.
All this rapper shit I wished this life.

Verse 2:
Always busy on that Instagram.
I just got it so I could get more fans.
I’m into distribution. I’m like Atlantic.
I got these motherfuckers flyin’ across the Atlantic.
I think it’s corny just to rhyme with the same words.
That’s like tryin’ to talk, but like with the same words.
Listen to this music. Look at all the kids.
In the future, I know our kids won’t have fuckin’ logic.
Diss tracks bein’ made, I just graduated.
I’ll miss all these friends I engaged with.
No I’m not comin’ out. I mean engage like talk.
Seein’ your friends in blue gowns walkin’ down the halls, yeah.
And livin’ down in Philly ain’t so easy.
My brother always tried to play his rap, while our neighbors…
Hated the music we played, there was too much cursin’.
They didn’t like the words. Fuck it, we never learned.

Chorus (X2)

Wish This Life

A cover to Big Sean's "Moves" which might be on my next album, just need to think about when I'm going to release it.

Produced by: Wxlfstealth, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Moves (Censored)

A cover to Big Sean's "Moves" which might be on my next album, I just need to think about when I'm going to release it.

Produced by: Wxlfstealth, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Intro:
Yeah.
Sex game had her ass blowing me up. (phone ad-libs)
Sex game had her ass texting me up.
Yeah.
Whoa.

Chorus (X2):
I got the moves.
I got the moves.
I'm making moves.
You gotta move. (you gotta move)
She make that back move. (damn)
She made her titties move. (goddamn)
I make the city move. (like whoa)
I make the city move.

Verse:
(Look) You made yourself the star you was,
Now you gettin’ down, and you high as fuck.
I got the hype on me energized now,
Now I’m not gonna give it up.
I take them shots right back from ya,
Now I took the entire stack from ya.
Slap ya in the face with the cocaine.
We gon’ make it rain with the AK.
I lean, I move, I walk through in this bitch.
Bounced back, but now I’m countin’ digits, right back up in this bitch.
I came right back in this bitch.
I came right back with another classic,
That’s that tragic shit. I don’t believe in magic, but that’s magic shit, aw, man.
This that A1, I’m on stage 1, take my lyrics, you ain’t take 1,
You can’t take 1, what you gotta do is just make 1.
You think I’m goin’ dumb. I’m goin’ dumb on all these drugs.
I’m goin’ dumb on all this lean. Passin’ out on a money machine.
Fuck all these wiggas, they just my “mini-me’s”.
Y’all make me nervous like you’ll take my pity heat.
Taken my style like I am defeated. 
All I really do is smoke that weed.
Hop in the booth, man, that shit like a gym to me, don't test the agility.
Silly, silly, thinking that the negativity you talking could ever fuck up your tranquility (look).
Okay, okay, okay, I'm on Rodeo for the day.
If you owe me then you better pay your layaway, away.
Stay away, or your ass might get K.O., kay today.
Man, that "pew! pew!" hit your ass from like way, oh, ways, away.

Chorus (X2)

Outro:
Look, I'm a Don, I'm a Don, I'm a Don.
I gave my whole family jobs and I take care of my Mom.
Me and my girl been through so much, that's my partner in crime.
Touch any of the above, now you harder to find.
Gone.

Moves

Just a song I released to promote my new album "Street Hop".

Produced by: Synchronize

Back To The Basics (Censored)

Just a song I released to promote my new album "Street Hop".

Produced by: Synchronize

Lyrics:
Chorus (X2):
Fuck is you sayin’? I’m just celebratin’, I finally made it.
I went back inside, I’m fuckin’ her dry, I ain’t givin’ no favors.
This shit be crazy. I can’t wait to see me famous.
But right now I gotta wait. I’m goin’ back to the basics.

Verse 1:
I’m done with cookin’ crack. I’m just all about the stacks.
Fuck you wigga, I ain’t takin’ off the mask. I really need that cash.
I kept my gat on the side of my waist. Shove a hundred bucks into your face.
Stop fuckin’ around with the game. Bitch is you fuckin’ insane?
I’m original, I don’t give a fuck, my label will never drop me.
My car be lit, (skkrt), it got hot speed.
All these wiggas can’t appreciate all this music that I do.
Imma take that gat out, and shoot these faggots without bulletproofs.
Hangin’ out at that dope store. I’m still trappin’ at the same dope store.
I smoke drugs from the same dope store. I talk to hoes from the same dope store.
Fuck you wiggas havin’ a dope war. I’m just talkin’ to a dope whore.
Fuck you wigga, your dope poor. All these faggots I just ignore.

Chorus (X2)

Verse 2:
I had a bunch of hoes go down on the weekend.
Took his advice, then I told these hoes stop givin’ me sex.
I told my bitch today that I don’t want none.
The Reptile probably would’ve done worse than I done.
You lil wiggas, y’all know y’all ain’t get that joke.
You lil wiggas, y’all know that I’m motherfuckin’ broke.
Fuck you wiggas, Imma say that I got a lot of cash.
We robbed a bank, they put the entire safe in the bag.
I ain’t got no money, but I’m sayin’ I got money.
(long wait) Well OK then.
The droptop or the Benz, which one cost less.
Damn, I should’ve said I was broke then.

Chorus (X2)

Back To The Basics

Here's the third single from my upcoming album "Street Hop". It's a remake of Rick Ross's "I'm Not A Star".

Produced by: Synchronize, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

I'm Not A Star (Censored)

Here's the third single from my upcoming album "Street Hop". It's a remake of Rick Ross's "I'm Not A Star".

Produced by: Synchronize, Eazi-Klu, Slim $hawny

Lyrics:
Intro:
I’m not a star. Somebody lied,
I got a pistol in the car. A .45.
If I die today, I hope I better go to heaven.
Still hangin’ out with Kevin and Evan at that 7/11.
We be smokin’ weed and drinkin’ the same champagne.
The hell we just drank? Fuck it, we still gettin’ paid.

Verse 1:
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st.
Roll up and cock it and hit them wiggas were it hurts.
Smokin’ marijuana, and my vision gettin’ blurry.
You sayin’ I can’t rap and you don’t rap, I have to do ya dirty.
I used to be that one guy that had trouble makin’ friends.
But now I’m done with playin’ that game that is called pretend.
Trap’s been a trend, now it has turned into shit.
People always try to stop me ‘cause I am just a kid.
Fuck you mean I can’t rap? You gonna attack me like that?
You gonna let me hold my breath so I die and can’t grab my gat?
Stop talkin’ ‘bout your gat. You’ve mentioned it a lot.
I mention it a lot because I want to kill all these haters.
Y’all save your comments for later. Don’t give your fuckin’ rating.
I want a rating from XXL, not some bitch like you,
Not some kid like you, not some dick like you,
Not some shit that’ll try to fuck me up for life.
I’m sick of talkin’ to myself. I’m ready to die.
I’m sick of bein’ broke as hell. Wigga I just fell,
But fuck it. Did I make it to the charts?
Did I play my part? Did I do somethin’ that made me go way too far?
Fuck no! I just decide to be who I am, me,
‘Cause I know one day I will no longer have to believe.
I don’t wanna dream no more. I just wanna get some sleep.
I wanna get some sleep and I’ll have some good ass dreams.

Hook:
I’m not a star.
I’m not a star.
I’m not a star.
I’m not a star.
I’m not a star. Somebody lied.
I got a chopper in the car.
I got a chopper in the car.
I got a chopper in the car

Verse 2:
Hold up wait a minute. Y'all thought I was finished?
Y’all thought I was askin’ myself all these fuckin’ questions?
Y’all thought I was tryin’ to get myself attention?
Y’all thought I was remindin’ myself ‘bout the things that I mention?
Then I’ll ride around my block. Shootin’ these bitches fast like…
…tick tock on the clock, man I can’t even stop,
And my homies got locked out, and yo main bitch on my cock,
And we runnin’ away from the cops, and we try to shoot the...
And we try to cope that box, and we try to loot that spot.
I just bought me a bag. I just bought me a truck.
I bought this one a house. I bought this one a mall.
I keep buyin’ shit, just make sure you keep track of it all.
I just bought me silverware. I just bought me Nike Air.
I just bought myself a whole bag filled with a bunch of nightmares.
I bought this one an office. I just bought me a topic.
I could’ve kept it inside my pocket with the keys and the locket.
I just bought me some time, I’m in prison with the mic.
I got locked up in this cell ‘cause I got in a fight.
While y’all try to stop my shine? Ain’t no time to fuckin’ rhyme.
Y’all can’t take my rappin’ style ‘cause that rappin’ is mine.
Yeah, that power is mine. Yeah that pussy is mine.
I done cut back many times I forgot what my name is.
I can’t go back to past ‘cause y’all just want that lame shit.
I can’t go back to past ‘cause I finally made it.
But I’m not a star.

I'm Not A Star

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