produced by @martinsole

[Hook]
Make her thank me in advance then advance
Too advanced
Couple thousand in my hands, got a milly in the plans
Who your mans?
Switching teams like you Durant
You ain't widdit
Think you winning, but you can't
I don't think you understand
Make her thank me in advance
From Japan like Kamiyama
Call my mama with a plan
Said she knew I'd be the man
I'm just...too advance
Niggas never stood a chance 
I just...do 'em bad
I'm just...too advanced

She keep doing xans
Sleepy, sleepy
Sleeping on me
Leave the party 
All these demons 
Jesus pieces on me
Dancing
I need more advancements
Advantage with more advances
No more chances for these bitches
Take a picture, more than handsome
Too ahead, shooting heads from the top
You've been dead, dying
Too head of my time, looking back
Looking back in my prime
You forgot about me in the back of your mind
I put it back in your mind
I got the future of the city all on the back of my spine
I can't sit back and recline
Plotting
Plotting on a hunnid bands with the band
Pussy, go and tell your mans who I am
Understand, hand to God, on the stand 
I could never lend a hand
Give a damn bout your mans 
Too advance nigga

[Hook]

Potato, potato
I'm still the same 
I'm never selling Furtado 
Or open the bottle to cope with the pain
Cocaine in the veins for niggas to cope with the fame
Lost hope in the game
Lost hope just to gain
And I'm hopeless again
Hopeless, niggas on hoe shit
Still know niggas that owe shit
Nigga still think I ain't notice 
See me on road like oh shit 
Road shit, run a nigga out his roshes
I ain't got time for a broke bitch 
Tryna focus on an opus
With the same pen I went ghost with 
Spoke my on the pulpit
Up the weight, up the doses

Advance (Prod. Martin Sole)

produced by: @chrisxrose
art by: tapo & whiss

lyrics:
Oops I flexed so hard, shit, I ain't mean it 
Mixing all my Nike with Adidas 
Checking stripes, I check up with my nigga and his Nina 
Talk up, nigga, talk up like you mean it 
You ain't mean it, yeah
Oops I flexed so hard, shit, I ain't mean it 
Allstars on the team, I'm throwing Oops to all my niggas 
Why we gotta do these tings the meanest?
Black girl serving looks, she thinks she's Venus or Serena 

Oops, I'm throwing Oops 
She wanna Crash, she Bandicoot 
Pass her to the crew 
Now all her t-shirts say Waycool
If she press my line, I hit her back with just an "Oops"
If I lose a ting, I double back and then recoup

Niggas need to fix up, I should really pack a tool 
We can get to bussin', niggas hopping off the 2
Teaching shorties lessons, only time I'm back to school
Shorty said said we're cool, I guess that's cool, just never knew 
No ring make her sadder 
I ain't even plan it
Why she wanna be like Saturn? 
Bring her down to Earth, that gotta hurt
Don't even matter 
Think that she the topic of my tweets 
Don't even @ her, 
What's the matter?

Oops I flexed so hard, shit, I ain't mean it 
Mixing all my Nike with Adidas 
Checking stripes, I check up with my nigga and his Nina 
Talk up, nigga, talk up like you mean it 
You ain't mean it, yeah
Oops I flexed so hard, shit, I ain't mean it 
Allstars on the team, I'm throwing Oops to all my niggas 
Why we gotta do these tings the meanest?
Black girl serving looks, she thinks she's Venus or Serena 

Oops, I'm throwing Oops 
She wanna Crash, she Bandicoot 
Pass her to the crew 
Now all her t-shirts say Waycool
If she press my line, I hit her back with just an "Oops"
If I lose a ting, I double back and then recoup

Hoops for my bitches, I'm hooping on niggas 
I'm throwing oops to my. niggas. 
No oops if I get it
No...accidents 
Already had her, I pass the bitch off 
She look like money but you know I had to withdraw 
Better be watching your jaw 
When you come out talking 'bout squad
Man what is the matter with y'all?

Oops, Oops
Oos and aws
They keep losing hearts 
Ain't using ours 
Life's a movie
I just shoot the part
With shooting stars 
Seen the good, the bad, the ugly 
In them Uber cars 
More than "Oos" and "Aws"

Oops

Apple Music

Oops (Prod. Chris Rose)

Runnin' (prod. Alastair Alston)

No Hearts In My Recent Emojis

No Better (prod. Kyle Wildfern)

art by: https://www.instagram.com/ricvrdo.g/

Lowest I’ve ever been, can see a lot from here 
Cry for me baby, I don’t got more tears 
I don’t got more tears 

Lowest I’ve ever been, can see a lot from here 
Cry for me baby, I don’t got more tears 
Every time they fall, I know it’s not sincere 
Have you lost your fears, where you’ve gone since here?
You brought sins here 
Whatever God you fear can’t save you
What would it take to pray to a Jésus or angels?
My mind is tangled, I know It takes two 
No take twos

Lowest I’ve ever been, can see a lot from here 
Cry for me baby, I don’t got more tears 
More tears
Yeah

Lowest I’ve ever been, can see a lot
You been on my mind, can’t keep you off
Tryna find these words still keeps me lost, lost
In a world that spins to keep me nauseous 

Me and myself, we ain’t talking, 
It’s toxic 
I gather all the love just to toss it 
I’m tossing and turning on top of a monster 
With evil on my conscious, remains in the closet
But I loved you regardless 

Send you my regards 
Pretending that I’m gone 
Then drive into the darkness
Darkness

Lowest I’ve ever been, can see a lot from here 
Cry for me baby, I don’t got more tears 
I don’t got more tears

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