Animal I Have Become

Just woke up today going my way
Get in my way put you in yo grave
No time to play, my life too great
No time to play, no face no case
Get off your ass boy you a lame
Go get some cash you is not safe
Go buy a strap go cop a drake
Do not come back
Just stay in your lane
Wont tell you twice
Imma set you straight
When i pull out the iron
Cook him like a steak
Product of environment
Never gone change
Life be so tiring 
One day I’ll awake
Keep a small circle
Cause most people flake
I’m not gonna ask
Nah I’m just gonna take
They don’t love me
Love the money i make
That’s fine with me
Give a fuck abt a fake
I rock with the real ones
Stay solid never break
She got lil tits
got a little bit of cake
Don’t bother me
I still love her the same
(I still love her the same)
Y’all be so phony
Just copy and paste
When i get to rappin
I bleed from my veins
Little bit love and a little bit of pain
They don’t wanna feel this
They just in it for the fame
they rappin bout, bitches, money and gangs

Todays the day i forget about the beef
Don’t care what you think
Boy im still gonna preach
He pull up to my shows
Said my Is music weak
Dgnf you just a fan to me
My people be proud of me apparently
If i love you then i call you family
So much going on
Don’t think they understand me
Keep on persevering
Never fall always standing
Smile on my face but I’m not so dandy
Always pull out if i don’t use a plan b
helpin’ me nut my lil shawty so handy
Deep in her cheeks and I’m not talking Sandy
Ex stay mad cuz she fat, like Randy
Stay way from the soda
And stop eating Candy

Glock came with a beam 
Feeling like Tom Clancy
Do what i can
I ain’t tryna live fancy
Spoiled lil bitch
I know he can’t stand me
You is just blind, yah
Really you can’t see
I’m doing me gaf bout what he think
Aim at that boy watch him cry
Watch his heart sink

My Way Prod. confessixn

VaporGod - Diamonds N Roses (Slowed 0.8 And Looped)

cold

wasted away

Lil Yute, Raised from the gutter 
Billin Zoots, raised blazed and he got it from his brothers
now he Kill summer days, dreams of that hummer
Unfazed with no cream, but he spend it like no other 

Lil Yute, Raised from the gutter 
Billin Zoots, raised blazed and he got it from his brothers
now he Kill summer days, dreams of that hummer
 A crate by his side , couple ladies for the summer 

Well

As a yute, late night fucking meddelin
 guided busway quick go peddling  
dash through some trees, to a green withdraws settle in
Meet a lob face geez, yeah, the dealer of that medicine 

Disso from his rents j like Madeline  
Ex belling him up, getting fucking mad again 
stop bugging, I aint cheating stop go panicking 
trek got him out of breath like that dude, what was it Anakin? 

He aint got no force He aint got no source but
He got straight 2 2 gs of that horse
Tranquilliser, a deep demiser, for this sorry state lass and doom idoliser 

Quick reminder, he aint give a fuck about his life either 
hell go from candy flipping, downing all that liquor 
Adding up some blues till he soul is invigored

so go fucking figure

Addict to nicotine since he was a teen 
Already got brown phlegm, when that shit should be fucking green 
Yute begging for that blem, he aint dropping to his knees
Nah hell dash your pack real quick, then run off through some trees 

So 

Run 
Catch that boy he fleeing of the scene 
Robbed by a rabbit of your precious nicotine

So 

Run 
Catch that boy he fleeing of the scene 
Robbed blind by a rabbit of your precious nicotine 

Parkers piece break the whole pack between the team  
Yellow teeth sneaking through a cheesy smile and a gleam 
see Rabbit resided in the cambs, inhabited by posh pricks all in the land and the

Mass champagne socialists 
The last to aid with the pain
But the first to boast their shit 
Now a Hyde Park hooligan, liquor and drugs just fucking ruining this

Lil Yute, Raised from the gutter 
Billin Zoots, raised blazed and he got it from his brothers
now he kill summer days, dreams of that hummer
Still, Unfazed with no cream, but he spend it like no other 

Lil Yute, Raised from the gutter 
Billin Zoots, raised blazed and he got it from his brothers
now he kill summer days, dreams of that hummer
Crate by his side , couple ladies for the summer

ad maiora natus sum

hyde park hooligan

Sick fit, sitting in the park 
Hyde, thick leather, knitten all dark
Black fit with clique, 
cig riz sparks grass
fashion, bun holes n hash marks 

Yutes kit battered air max, trademarks 
Nike knit, stunk oudor of the skunk
Shrunk tick socks, cus a couple kiddies like this get dressed real quick and well 

Hope to find a lovely lady for the summer
Calling cats n groping behinds like some shady fucker plumbers
No lucker for most these thirsty motherfuckers 
No moping for the rabbit cus he found a hot girl bummer

Where ever, well, he goes well she goes
Is it over confidence or maybe just his ego 
Cus she knows that he knows
They balancing on tight ropes, no trust or hope

Even

Night outs to flights out to Europe,
With drinks down, light out , sex till the morning 
He’s way away day dreaming of whoring,
Drinks with a random girl cus he quickly finds shit boring 

Everything sound with the light up of a spliff
A couple few pills and white powder lined up to sniff
The elevation of moods separates the tension
So they can lie upon each other without a mention of how

J went from nothing to something 
His soul started corrupting 
A tol, taking to his fall burnt up from combustion
Snaking his lovers for nothing
Bottle of liquor j something

To numb his pain for a minute 
Or get his head fucked up and spinning  

Put his palms on his misses, abusive bruising permissive
Sick n vicious met with kisses, afraid to speak so listens 
Men named, backed a blade , keep her locked up inside, roaming the streets not ready to swallow his pride

jonesy

Its all one lovee way up an I Marley em
Smoke em up on live, tell my brothers i Carly em
Hardly more like three leathers n a Harley
Jacket, shoes gloves, No warfare Charlie

Cut out the gear, all noise, need Arcadia
feedback on this loop, fuck im off in mania
For I made my maker, wear The doubters Skin upon my face and bare the sins of what im made of yeah

Little left, cut the chat, lip cleft
What’s next, who’s best
Rhyme through my chest,
Say it through lips wrapped round grettes
Yeah I see the labels, do I look scared of death

never thought I make it to be my twenties
pills, powder mixin with fenties
From a young daydreamin of Bentley 
gus n Tracey plenty, Blood n tears up n the rest 

Skunk n cess
While others spunk n mess
fucking wreck
Chase a cheque
Make that bet
go, go Feel it

All 
Kiss that ho
J let go
Feel it 

hyde park
Break that bone
donny claims don’t feel it

Break that bone
i know that he feel it

Its all one lovee way up an I Marley em
Smoke em up on live, tell my brothers i Carly em
Hardly more like three leathers n a Harley
Jacket, shoes gloves, No warfare Charlie

Cut out the gear, all noise, need Arcadia
feedback on this loop, fuck im off in mania
For I made my maker, wear The doubters Skin upon my face and bare the sins of what im made of yeah

oneluv

one luv

Stepping down a Hyde Park alleyway
tracing gaps between broken bottles of Alize
Crushed Stella’s line the sides among
Torn open baggies, see abandoned shoes hung

Off of wires, branching to decrepit houses 
Inhabiting the students or thenewly wed spouses
A couple 20 smths yet to grow up 
Reliving uni life so don’t have to own up

To being out of the time
Act out of line
Few years past they’re prime
On mics by decks tryna rhyme
But can’t scrape a dime
With bookings, the lemons
Sour like limes
Actin aint catching onto signs

Down brude when addiction rises from slumber
Bellin Jude at 2 they stacked wood, n lumber,
Jackin it aint good enough so need a body to sleep
Stroke for a few, get her on her knees, done the deed
man its over

As quick as it started
She blames on her looks, blame it on he’s clattered
Now she putting on her skirt as he’s pulling up the sheets
Now she’s storming out he door, he’s sound asleep 

Swiftly leaves to join back with her mates her
Vibrator looking keen in her drawer for later
They laughing and partin down the middle of the street
 red seas of wine, every night it seems

And each rise of the moon I split from my seams
Same shoes, ripped shirt and them polar jeans
Replay the days like im stuck on a level
Turning up the bezel, cog in the wheel not special 

Try to escape it with liquor and the sex
drinking it the most, stroking it the best
pushing life limits, no cheating the test
Tho despite it seems 100, my head scrambles in mess

Skunk n cess bit of doom fills this head
spark of a spliff, sanity plays it dead
Lot upon my mind it would seem
But I swear this shits fucking empty, nothing to be seen

better off dead
Kill voices in head
dome filled with lead
By 21 like im the best 
I aint passing the test
You not impressed
Well let me kill myself well see if im really feeling bless 

I don’t think that im depressed
Serotonin with each grab of a breast
Zone in with A cheque
But in a moment I aint feeling it the best
More potent, way worse than the best, lest,
 eel there’s a hole in my chest

All the pills and powder aint filling this cavity
Not a crown for a king could satisfy majesty
Maybe for a second but then again its out of reach
no happiness or reality it seems

Groundhog Day, loathing in vegas
Except Im fully sober, don’t think I can make this
im acting complacent in a place that’s adjacent
To hell for me, plead to be run down on the pavement 

Screaming oh lord, jah pls come n save us
Bathe us, like the church, safe fucking haven
devil in my ear telling me to call it quits,
He aint talking Nic, he mean head splits

I can sense there’s a light an end and a tunnel
But feel like lamb to slaughter guided and funnelled
Ive come to a junction but one exits closed off
So take me to the chamber, strip all my clothes off

Pls give me a sign before the end of the tape 
Cus the ropes tied im done for today
And anyway and everyday, let my body lay
Tried all the rest need a escape from this place 

Drink dark and heavy like my mind is at night
Sip the charcoal of rum n coke when my problems arise 
Ping for a 35 will do for the night
Ring for a lady, she might last for the night

Ponder problems pon this rabbits head
Chase liquor, powdy, and pussy in steady
like i won’t live up tomorrow
brown up my liver bury up my sorrow

My Way Prod. confessixn

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