Lyrics:

Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me

I gave you the world I was working on and you ain’t give a fuck 
You were just playing your games
You cheated and bragged to your boys, at the end of the day I guess all of you boys are the same
Why would you ever think fucking the queen, not with that dick, would end in your favor
Heard that now days you a feen
Sniffing that coke
It’s embedded in your nature
Now
I be doing my own thing
Making my own moves
I got some new men
Tell em to come thru
And they come thru
Doing things that you don’t do
That you won’t do
That you can’t do
Never do
I don’t wan’t you
I don’t need you

Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me

I didn’t mean to be fucking on you
That’s on my flaws
That’s on my fault
My intentions were never to cheat on you
That’s on my jock
Guess you’re my loss
I need you back
But you moved on, that’s wack
And I see y’all, y’all laugh
Beat me, me down, no pack
Me, no laugh, I frown back
Cause I regret what I did way back
When I had you under my arm, that is no cap
All these girls are the same
So I acted the same
We’re both wrong, who’s to blame
We’re both wrong, who’s to blame

Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me
Fucking on me Fucking on me
Why you fucking on me

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

On Me (feat. Yulisa Orozco)

Lyrics:

I was introduce to you by the homie
He said, “This my little shawty this my gold ting”
I saw the face you had, I knew that shit was cap
One look at me, you know you wanted I fuck with a real man
You did for the best, found out that, that boy was fraud
You came to me and told what it was all along
So I went ahead and gave you a ride back to your crib
Yeah I fucked you in the rolla, it was my first whip

Lexi, I’ve been thinking bout our first time
Lexi, haven’t seen you in a long
Lexi, I been wondering, where you at
Lexi, I sent the addy, hope you coming back
Lexi, I’ve been thinking bout our first time
Lexi, haven’t seen you in a long
Lexi, I been wondering, where you at
Lexi, I sent the addy, hope you coming back

I had a girl, you hated her guts
You despise everything that she was
Treated her well, that’s all you would want You ruined my life and went to Arizona
I need you to head back to the valley
Back home you are not in the zone
You act up, you think what you’re not
You want to be exactly what you are not

Lexi, I’ve been thinking bout our first time
Lexi, haven’t seen you in a long
Lexi, I been wondering, where you at
Lexi, I sent the addy, hope you coming back
Lexi, I’ve been thinking bout our first time
Lexi, haven’t seen you in a long
Lexi, I been wondering, where you at
Lexi, I sent the addy, hope you coming back

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Lexi (Prod. Mathew May)

Lyrics:

This some Baby Bae type shit
If you know you know
Ima write like I found the one
Thought I came close a time
Lets go

You get me babe
And I need you babe
You don’t play with emotions and I love that babe
Lil attitude but you’re never crazy
Work for everything that you want even tho I got you, you’re never lazy

You’re so Devine
And you’re all mine
You’re so Devine
How are you all mine

That’s a rare sight see
A majestic queen like you filled with love and it’s all for me
Momma raised you right
You say papa wasn’t there
And if you grow up to look like you’re momma
Baby I wouldn’t care
That’s a blessing like if I sneezed
And you gave it to me
I’d never pressure you, but you cook and clean
Ain’t no bullshit either, ain’t no pasta and sauce
And the loyalty you got makes me want to risk it all

You’re so Devine
And you’re all mine
You’re so Devine
How are you all mine

How would I risk it all
There’s no risk at all
Put this ring on your finger
Diamonds on your wrist, leave your haters in awe
You’re my all
You keep me up and sane, you never let me fall
At my lowest you meet me eye to eye, and that’s all I want

You’re so Devine
And you’re all mine
You’re so Devine
How are you all mine

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Devine (Prod. Mathew May)

Worth It

Dear Paranoia

Logans Interlude

6 ON 6

Sailing

Lyrics:

Baby, y-you smell like peaches
You, bring me back to those, summer beaches
My, my baby, you, smell like peaches
You, bring me back to those, summer beaches

And I 
Just
Want 
You 
To 
Know
How
Much
I
Miss 
You
Baby 
Baby
Aye, bae, you smell like peaches
Reminded of summer beaches
And baby you make my speechless
When you,
Walk out that closet
My God you look like a Goddess
Could never fathom you leaving
Like baby I haven’t thought of it
Cause, 
With you I am not alone
I’m doing what I got to do to stay afloat
But when I look at you
You, bring me back
To, fruitful love
And, youthful laughs

Baby, y-you smell like peaches
You, bring me back to those summer beaches
My baby you, you bring me back
Baby you bring me back

Peaches Voice Memo

Peaches

Enjoy

Lyrics:

I been traveling round the world
I been looking for your love but it’s something they ain’t giving
Nothing but a bunch of soulless clones they ain’t living
Living life without you baby really isn’t living
Sheeran in the background of the parking lot we kissing
Body to body my baby dolly yeah we stripping
Please do not fuck up this moment with all of your quizzing
Baby what’s your mission?

Cause when you could’ve cheated on me girly you stayed solid
How’d you fall in love with me, somehow I’m still the problem
I loaded up the shotty with a slug and then I shot it
Through my heart, I can’t find all of the pieces babe you got em
It’s so hard to cheer up when you feel stuck at the bottom
Assumed I was entitled to your love and then I lost it
Cannot admit I miss you but I need you
Now I’m wondering
Where you’ve gone man

I can hear your tears when they drop over the phone
Get mad at myself 'cause I can't leave you alone
Gossip, that messy shit, that ain't what we doing (worried 'bout a Xanny)
Trapping around the world (would you brag, or would you try to get me?)
Over the phone, dropping tears (tell me now, I know that you be bragging)
I get more vulnerable when I do pills (tell me now, I need you too bad, yeah)
When you drunk, you tell me exactly how you feel (I will wait for you, for you)

Wait For U Challenge

I made this album in my Kobe Year, learned a lot this year. time for the new year. thank you all for listening.

On Me

LND I'm Not A God

LND Nowadays

LND My Side

LND Gaslight

LND I'll Tell You When You're Over Me

LND Way Out

Lyrics:

And it’s violent out here baby need a vest
You know 
Who you text
I know 
You ain’t changing how you’re moving, we the best
I know
You ain’t tripping, calling me an ass, yelling I know it all, when I know that you have some shit that you know
You know you’re sexy and you know it
You know you’re sexy and you know it

Yeah you sexy
Yeah you sexy
Yeah you sexy
And you know it

So bad, and I see no bad
Got me taking 3 steps back
Then I look around see
The whole world looking at me
But I don’t want them to stare
If you ain’t right by my side
With my hand all in your hair
And your head all in my thigh, and I (I can’t)

Can’t walk around thinking that you’re all mine
Standing waiting ‘round for the love no time now
Heart burns cold c’mon you say it all the time
There’s no backing out, get your ass in line now
I don’t know how you can feel so good after saying all that
Tell me what drove you to start saying all that
Girl you better take it back cause we ain’t saying all that

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Know It

Lyrics:
Like baby, I done went around the world like 80
Times,  I’m searching for my girl, my baby dolly
I can’t find you, but I know you’re there I’ll find you
I’ll get over every obstacle, cause baby
You’re so pretty
I love the way you get me
I miss you, you have to miss me
There is no way you don’t miss me
I’m doing what I have to do
To get your heart back home to me
I can keep it safe from everyone
I’ll go to war with the world for you

Like baby, I been thinking bout our first time
Baby, I haven’t seen you in a long time
Baby, I been wondering, where are you at, cause
Baby, I sent the addy, hope you’re coming back

Baby yeah you’re one of a kind
You’re the only girl I’ve ever met to change my state of mind
Babe I don’t wanna give you back, I hate what it’s like when you’re gone
I don’t need to stack em up, It’s already known you’re the one
You’re my diamond
Spin you round’ you’re timeless
Show me how you love babe  
I’ll ace all my assignments
I’ve been riding solo
Searching for your love babe
And when I find you, Ima take that pretty finger, pop out a box and throw a ring on you (Ring on you) (Ring on you)

Like baby, I been thinking bout our first time
Baby, I haven’t seen you in a long time
Baby, I been wondering, where are you at, cause
Baby, I sent the addy, hope you’re coming back

Baby, where are you
Baby, where are you

Like baby, I been thinking bout our first time
Baby, I haven’t seen you in a long time
Baby, I been wondering, where are you at, cause
Baby, I sent the addy, hope you’re coming back

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Baby Where Are You

This song is from the perspective of the school ramp my teachers would make sit on for 6 hours a day
From the detention slips I got everyday
From the weed that numbed my issues

Lyrics:

Made out of metal so I am hard
But also its thin sheets so I am not
Im just here to help these kids into the future
They stepping all over me but it’s better than being a bleacher
I was made very long ago
I’ve seen so many generations come and go
But, there was a point in my life that really strikes me wrong
How come my friend would be sent to sit outside all alone
Lets go right ahead and call him bull
All up in the class talk, laugh, make jokes and act a fool
Teachers wouldn’t put up and get so mad
Sent the little boy outside, made him so sad
I would watch him sit there and play with his hands
Try and keep em warm stick em in the pockets in his pants
I wish I can go back and talk to the kid
Tell him to cheer up, call the teacher a bitch.
I Swear to god I saw that little boy cry
Tear drops dried as he went to wipe his eyes
Did anyone give a fuck he didn’t have a jacket
That shit hit the boy harder than Serena could with a racket
I swear I’m the only thing that tried to keep him warm
I knew he felt it cause when it happened his face was out the norm
He would go one to hate every teacher he ever met
Talk and interrupt any chance that he would fucking get
Around this time the boy and I had grown together
We kicked it all throughout the year no matter the season or weather 
Sometimes I felt like he enjoyed kicking it with me
Now the boy was happy to leave the class and felt so free

When he was stuck on the ramp so creative uh
Boy turned out so innovative uh
Im so sorry for what they did
So sorry that you were just a kid

Black letters pink drips I’m a pink slip
Led to big sweaters watch this boy write with a sleek tip
I was just here there to teach these children
All about discipline
What to do and where and when
Im here for equality and keeping it fair
But why was I always givin to this boy all throughout the years
Had to bring him off the ramp and inside to write standards
He flip the paper upside down and write them backwards
He was only one sent into class everyday
While he was inside all the other kids went and played
How dare you go and take a Childs childhood away
How dare you go and take a Childs childhood away
It was really starting to get on my nerves
Tired of witnessing sadness sitting quietly and observe
So me and my brothers came up with a plan
We would throw ourselves away never to be seen again
And to our amazement the shit worked out
The little boy popped a smirk fuck the pout
And as much as I wanna say that we saved the boy
Damage was done and only skipping class and rapping would bring him joy

When he was captured by the pink slip so creative uh
Boy turned out so innovative uh
Im so sorry for what they did
So sorry that you were just a kid

Im so green
Im not lean
I help you think
I patch the wonds when you feel like your starting to bleed
I remember when the gods would give me water to drink
And for some reason they loved it when I started to stink
I had the best care takers in the world, yeah
Plucked me out the ground, treated me like a pearl, yeah
I never will forget the unconditional love that they would give
Wrap me up in a blanket and then give me a kiss 
Let me paint the picture Post Malone on a stool
Looked over at this kid attitude like a bull
My owner looked over at him and said real nice
You gotta hit this it’s better than tasting sugar and spice
The kid hesitated but I would remember what he would say
Alright fuck it its my 18th birthday
Im grown now I’m a man he said
But little did I know he would start to use me to suppress what was going on in his head
What was goin on in his head

Demons
Darkness
Coldness
Hate

Reasons
Varnish
Focus
Fate

I wish
I can
Go back
And

Show him
What is 
Love
Again

All lyrics don't fit. Too many characters.

Written by: Samuel Laveaga

A Grassy Pink Ramp

Lyrics:

i got some habits
i got bad habits
This shit is madness
This shit is madness
i got some habits
i got bad habits
This shit is madness

We got some habits
We got bad habits
This shit is madness
This shit is madness
We got some habits
We got bad habits
This shit is madness


Sometimes when I’m feeling stressed
Eat all the food in the fridge and I leave nothing left
Whenever my girl seems to get, set off the rails
She curl up her hand and she bites off her nails
Found out I eat to much meat that is red
It causes cancer, I’m making my bed
But even when it is my time to die
I’d prolly be late and be wondering why
I was napping or getting high
Thinking so negative
Awkward goodbyes
Sleeping so late
Putting to much food all up on my plate
But that is alright
But this is alright
That is alright
Wanna know why
Cause 

I got some habits
I got bad habits
This shit is madness
This shit is madness
i got some habits
i got bad habits
This shit is madness

We got some habits
We got bad habits
This shit is madness
This shit is madness
We got some habits
We got bad habits
This shit is madness

I might chew with my mouth open if the food good
If I been sober for too long I might forget to pass the wood
baby girl don’t be mad
That is so bad
X2

But
Who am I to talk
Who am i
(Repeated)

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Bad Habits

Lyrics:
Ok
How the fuck am I suppose to run world
How the fuck I always find myself tripping on a girl
My mom, she don’t even wanna meet em anymore
She said if she ain’t my wife then don’t bring her to the door
And what’s crazy is my pops on the same shit
He told me son now listen I ain’t tryna meet another bitch 
It’s like every week I meet another Lisa or Ann 
Alexa, Gaby, Tay, Nat, Chel and Marianne
It’s nice to know that my son killing pussy
Nice to know that my son is a dog catching pussy
Im just playing, he ain’t say that shit
He’d prolly smack me cross the mouth if he heard me say that shit

But really, anxiety has been creeping
Catching feeling for females that I really shouldn’t be keeping
But what can I say, when it comes to feet I be sweeping
Even though I know I should be home catching up on the sleeping
Bitches getting mad cause I ain’t wifing em up
I got a hunch up in my back that I’m about to blow up
So how fucking dumb would it be instead of chasing the dream
Money I could be spending packs and plugins would be used at sea
I cant walk through the park getting high
Talking bout fights you had with you exs’ and how you barely just getting by
I need a team of hitters no quitters
The need for the group to succeed out of the league if under their skin they getting bitter
Ina different state of mind that you can’t comp
Only kind to people with the push to make it to the top
Only kind to females who be giving wet top
You wasting time on bullshit and drama well then you can get drop

Listen, its not in my heart to get you mad
Listen, I’m not tryna teach right from wrong like I’m your dad
Listen, it’s not in my job to give you everything you want to keep you from being sad
I can give a fuck bout feelings you thought I had

Aye its okay tho
I’m just a youngin who thrives off haters when they say no
Fucking with a shawty who was obsessed with potato
Ain’t work out I might go fuck my old bitch in Diego
Producing the music I make, yeah it’s crazy
Not just producing but every spect of the track, yeah it’s crazy
Use to steal every beat that I was on
EQ the producer tag out and thought yeah I was on

Now the moves I make are way different
Took some trauma but now the way I move is way different

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Listen (Prod. Sam)

This is a collections of songs I made over a span of a week. Sometimes you just have obstacles in life that you have to get through. Everything will always get better. It just takes time. I guess my heart just needs time.

Love Songs (Prod. Matthew May)

Lyrics:

I promise I don’t try to be cruel
It’s just all my emotions that are caused by you
When you stop, hitting me up and letting me know where you’ve went
And when I check back on our text, I see you’ve left me on read
It’s a cycle between us that doesn’t ever seem to end
So then I look into us both and wonder if we should end
It just keeps happening again and again
At times I wanna grab the 9 and aim the muzzle at my head
That was a metaphor or what cha ma call it
Cause I was never good in school can’t believe I did college
But even then yeah I still suck
My favorite subject with my thick stomach is still lunch
I look around at those who are just like me
But the difference is, they passing with all B’s
And I’m just barely getting by with my silly D’s
I sit and ask myself all the time will I get a degree
Are they worth more than I
Cause they can say pi 
number after number as it starts to intensify
I’m the type 314 simplify
I simply try to simplify all the problems in my life
Over exaggerate, all that don’t relate.
So scared of death, I think about it day.
Scared I won’t relieve the stress caused by cotton and linen
I’m driven by everything I have written
Is it a given they will relate
To everything that I say
Am I in my own world every single fucking day
Am I in my own world every single day 
Am I in my own world, yeah
I’m broke, broke as fuck I mean it
I mean I got a momma and pops who love me to death
But why do continue to feel this continuous stress
Because a record label hasn’t called or sent me a text

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Pi (Prod. ONE)

Lyrics:
Im the best when it comes to this rap shit
Im so sexy with it, I swear to you that it’s emasculate
Hate to break it to you but with me there is no comparison
Honestly its embarrassing
You don’t see I’m the rarest and
Some of y’all can’t put your pride to the side
Sorry but a few of y’all so ugly you should hide
And I’m not even talking about your face and shit
Im speaking of the demons you let invade and shit
Invasive shit
Have you lost your common sense
Like you got covid you might lose your taste in shit
I can’t believe I got people with no moves telling me what they think I should do
Its kinda rude
Its kinda foolish
That the douches praise
My coolness but I guess it’s
Kind of cool that you think you can do what can I do
You just wanna be the first to talk some shit
But, I ain’t never seen you get up on a mic and shit
When you speak to me all I hear is gabba gabba goo
At times I wonder who the fuck is this bitch talking too
Don’t you know I’m papi
Don’t you know I’m daddy
Don’t you know I got bitches waiting up in the lobby
Don’t you know I’m cocky
Don’t you know I’m flossy
Don’t you know I like skinny bitches and sometimes fatties
I’m diverse I got verses that you fight too 
I’m diverse I got verses that you get hype too
I even got some verses that if you’re horny that you can pipe too
And if I was a piece of cake yeah I bet you would bite too

I’m the best, like the captain and shit
I’m making waves that they riding, like I’m running the ship
Yeah I hear all the shit that they starting to speak
Im the jock in room you a bitch you a geek
You ain’t tough you a actor, you be reading the script
You get caught up in the cuffs you’ll be reading a script
Beat your ass 1 on 1 like a bitch make you strip
You keep it real nah you weak yeah you break like a chip
Ohh if you ain’t working hard
I ain’t want you next to me cause we working hard
Can’t have people who ain’t wanna win be round me
I ain’t playing for a game I need a check or 3
Oh you check me? Uh uh I check thee
The only thing you check is z’s while you sleep
I check list and check checks and wait and see
She check me then we go and move some sheets

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

I'm The Best (Prod. ONE)

Lyrics:
Keeping your head under water
Praying to Heavenly Father
Now don’t you wish you was otter
Doing this shit you ain’t thought of
Bitch I will never get caught sup


You cannot fuck with the kid who be doing this all on his own
Doing it all on my own
Bitch I am right in the zone
Grab her by pussy and eat her like she is a cone


Got your girl on the pole
Got my dick in her nose
Now she suck for the O
Thought she change, hell no
Same hoe from before


I just met new bitch and she think that she bad
I need my money back
Why do she talk back when we fuck she calling me dad

Her sister call me papi
Give me sloppy toppy in the lobby
Fucking on her wappy
She got drippy droppy need a moppy


I swear to god I am thick but I sweep all these hoes by their toes
They got fake ass friends they foes
Bitch I am the goals


Fuck her in the sock
Sock her in the feels
Player in the fields
She beg me to stop, bitch I never yield


Look at god then she look at me like I’m a sign
Baby you ain’t mine
I fuck bitches cause I’m kind
Pussy smell like pine


Living like notorious
Smoking up a forrest
IDK her B-Day
But I think she is a Taurus 


I swear to god I’m in order like the stars
I ain’t folding
If blood ain’t hop the border
All these sounds I wouldn’t hoarders


Solid bitch in fortitude
Mad you ain’t important dude
You want legal action
Ha
Bitch you can’t afford to sue


We really in this spot 
Cooking in the pot
Temperature is hot
Eat me, taste me, ooo tater tot


Hair like curly fry
She don’t need to try
She sucking me dry
She fuck her bf for life now they bi

Ride me like a tricycle 
I manage my financials
I got my eyes focused on the prize, can’t call me monocle

Written By: Samuel Laveaga, Aaron

Monocle (Feat. Myles Hood) [Prod. Sam]

Lyrics:

I don’t touch my dick when I piss
If I gotta eat some ham then I’m eating it with Swiss
When I’m on the hub yeah you bet the category sis, yeah
I ain’t got no miss, yeah, I ain’t doing kiss, yeah

Im tired of pussy boys who come all in my lane
I swear to god I might go ahead and I’ll cum all in your dane
I be high as fuck all alone cause I be smoking on that Jane, yeah
Lifted like a crane, yeah, I ain’t sniffing cane, yeah

Yeah she bad as fuck but I ain’t never see her wear a mask
Bitch I don’t want the covid please is that way too much to ask
People getting way to sick so just go do your task, yeah
Brain cells, what you lack, yeah, I ain’t sharing flask, yeah

When I’m taking showers head and shoulders in my hair
I can’t deal with flaky itching, type of shit I cannot bare
You hella mad cause I got hella locks but I don’t really care, yeah
Life ain’t really fair, yeah, not sure you weren’t aware, yeah

Crazy how the losers always got so much to say
Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down, today isn’t your day
I move around I’m on the hunt I am the predator you prey, yeah
Malleable, you clay, yeah, that is not okay, yeah

I don’t touch my dick when I piss
If I gotta eat some ham then I’m eating it with Swiss
When I’m on the hub yeah you bet the category sis, yeah
I ain’t got no miss, yeah, I ain’t doing kiss, yeah

I don’t touch my dick when I piss
If I gotta eat some ham then I’m eating it with Swiss
When I’m on the hub yeah you bet the category sis, yeah
I ain’t got no miss, yeah, I ain’t doing kiss, yeah

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

I Don't Touch My Dick When I Piss (Prod. ONE)

Lyrics:

I just landed in Vegas this shit is mad crazy
I need to stack up some ladies who do not want babies
Drove the 15 going 20 over 80
Moving so fast I gotta pull over stop and smell the daisy’s
I grabbed my life by the leash and I fucking sent it
I took all the rules out of the book and i fucking bent it
This a new voice in me I’m fucking independent
I need a fat fucking chain with a fucking pendent
I just moved up out the crib that was fathers house
I just rolled another spliff you bet I’m passing out
I just wrote another hit and ill be cashing out
I just smashed another bitch, ain’t my wife I gotta pass her now
Randy in the kitchen cooking up and making dishes
Barely set up the stu’ I’m cooking and serving disses
Any pussy step up to the mic is fucking finished
Ate my plate of pasta and ceaser salad, it was delicious
Packing up to leave the nest, my momma cried
She said that I’m her baby, honestly I almost cried
I gotta do this for the fam ima make you proud
Pops, gotta do this for myself ima make you proud

I just found out I got homies that’s fake dog 
I know everything that happens you fake dog
Can’t believe that you would hit my girl dog
I haven’t even been gone for a day dog
I just found out I got homies that’s fake dog 
I know everything that happens you fake dog
Can’t believe that you would hit my girl dog
I haven’t even been gone for a day dog

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Las Vegas

Lyrics:

I laugh at these hoes, I whistle at bitches 
This shit is amazing, this shit exquisite
My balls in your mouth, and my dick on yo chin
Upside down on the bed and it giving me vision
You freaky in bed, you paying yo debt
You owe me yo life, I don’t owe you respect
You calling me father, covered in bugette
I am the kid, you is a jit

I literally just fucked you, now it’s fuck you
Causing drama within my circle, what I expect from you
Off my dick onto another, reactions you wanna see
Prolly still got my cum dripping out your pussy, damn
Sometimes you gotta lie just to hit
Switched it up, I was honest, and I still got to hit
Took me a week and bed that was properly made
Fucking you, like pornos I would watch in elementary grade
It’s okay, I know that you miss me
I know you only sucking dick to show how much that you miss me
I promise you that ain’t the way to get back at my heart
You only showing and proving that I was right from the start
I guess it might be hard for you to understand, comprehend
I don’t want your amends 
I want diamonds and bands
Property and land
I want the AMG badge on a G-class Benz, yea
Not for me, for my momma of course
She really loves SUVs driving tall but she short
She the queen in my heart
I got her genes in my heart
Fuck with her, you’ll talk to nine, and you will bleed by heart, yea

I gotta lot of shit that I gotta do
A lotta shows, a lotta of shoes
A lotta hoes and a lotta boos
A lotta clean plates I gotta fill with food
I gotta lot of shit that I gotta do
A lotta shows, a lotta of shoes
A lotta hoes, a lotta boos
A lotta clean plates I gotta fill with food

That’s on god

As best, they picking me and you are picking yourself
That shit is killing me, how do you keep on kidding yourself
I can quit this rap shit, and still have more talent than you
I can fake this rap shit, and still be realer than you

That’s on god

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

AMG Badge

Lyrics:

I just wanna go take me back
Back to a place where I can be
I just wanna go take me back
Back when I would cry when I would bleed
I just wanna go take me back
Back to a place where I can be
I just wanna go take me back
Back when I would cry when I would bleed

I can’t trust these girls
I can’t trust these guys
I might sell my soul
I might go and die
I can’t do that, no nah
I have to live for momma
I have to live for brothers
I have to live for papa
I feel so lost and so stuck all the time
I feel so caught up in all the sad times
I’m working so hard for all of my dreams 
I work so hard and I’m buying more drinks
I’m having lack of my sleep every night
I drive too fast, way past seventy nine
Yelling to loud why do I get so mad
I put these walls up because of my past

I just wanna go take me back
Back to a place where I can be
I just wanna go take me back
Back when I would cry when I would bleed
I just wanna go take me back
Back to a place where I can be
I just wanna go take me back
Back when I would cry when I would bleed

I remember playing out in the field
Getting hurt, that shit would hit me in the feels
I miss back when I would cry 
Bout simple shit that I knew would heal itself over time
Now the pain I feel is way way different
Now the Jane I smoke is way way different
Now the crane I am is way way lifted
Now the shame I have is from being ignant
I can’t believe that I did all I did and I’m stuck here in awe I’m stuck here in shock
Like how did I not see the coming, from all of the lying and all of the cheating
And all of the cap
From who I was with to where I was at
I think that it might be to late for me to ask you for a chance ask for you back, damn

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Take Me Back

Lyrics:

Bitch I’m locked in
Bitch you locked up
I’m on lock down
Bitch you not tuff
You talk big stuff
But you don’t act
You a big act
Get your bitch snatched
She a easy fish
I don’t need bait
On her wish list
I got big weight
I like big J
I do not play
Do this everyday
Do this everyday
You got a lot on your mind
But you got nothing to say
You need a lot of refines
You could get kissed with the K
Bitch you cannot get away
Bitch you cannot get away
Bitch you cannot get away
Bitch you cannot get away
I got a whip that I paid for
My bitch she do what I say so
I got the sauce it ain’t Prego
Money is real it ain’t playdough
She love the cum on her face tho
She is the type you don’t take home
Know how to shake all her cake tho
Know how to shake all her cake tho
I love when I hit from the back
Loving the marks on her ass
I love when I’m fucking her raw
And she be fucking me back
I know she doing her kegels
Pussy so tight ain’t legal
Shoving my key in her keyhole
I cum like the sun, no beetles
We make film, no regal
I eat good, no keto
I’m on point, no needle
Shit on you, no seagull
I take flight, no eagle
My shit hurt, no lethal
Burns like third degree tho
You ain’t heard from me tho
You ain’t heard from me tho
I might leak your DMs 
I need big per diem
I do what I’m dreaming
Why you mad big steaming
Cause I glisten gleaming
And you low you dimming
You got real big demon
I got real big angels
She got real good angel
My balls hang they dangle
She lick them to Frank O

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Locked In

Lyrics:

We are not the same
I am me
You are you bitch
I got a few thousand hours racked up what bout you bitch
I been doing this shit every fucking day
There isn’t an excuse to why I shouldn’t do this every fucking day
Born in LA, making a pit stop in Vegas, then next comes Atlanta
Oh I swear to god I am the greatest
At what I do
And I do it all
Run through a fucking wall
I’ll never fucking fall
I make a song or 4 day
Who else you know that do that shit
I surprise myself, how the fuck I do this shit
Then I remember, God made me and I made me and that’s how we do this shit
Oh lord
Oh lord
Here they come 
Three kings on a beat
This the one
Talking shit but they’ll never be this
Talking shit but they’ll never be this
My bag of diversity bursting the bubble of expectations
Nothing is ever expected, every drop I do is amazing
It’s the glaze and the base of every fundamental factor that goes into this shit
I pray for the day for someone to write a verse or hook about me in disrespectful manner
Matter a fact please do it cause it’s been a minute since I checked someones jaw
Dislocated forever leave your stupid fuck face in awe
You stupid mother fucker
You ain’t fucking with me
You can’t fuck with me

Written By: Samuel Laveaga

Three Kings (Myles Hood & Joe Snapped)

Three Kings (feat. Myles Hood & Joe Snapped)

I love you, thank you, I have the upmost gratitude towards you, I mean that directly from my heart.

Laveaga

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