Huge shoutout to all my patient supporters! I am back with a new tape. Here is the first single produced by ChxseBank. 

Lyrics
back from the grave
they couldnt feel me yall, they couldnt kill me off, im still the realest yall
back from the grave
they couldnt seal me off, im in the building yall, and imma kill you all 

i disappeared and game got worse
im a bitter motherfucker cause the lames got first
i aint in for the fame shit its changed yall work
you been in a couple years, spit the same old verse
and your chains got dirt, but the dirt on your soul worse
you did for the dollars didnt need to be coherced
theres a problem when you putting the dough first
the money runs out much quicker than yo thirst
i seen OGs stack up the proceeds
and trip about the shit they used to hate on the low key
the most street went suburban and cozy
couldnt see they own show unless they sit in the nosebleeds
no peace, im at war now
they wouldnt let me in i had to kick the door down
im taking hearts with me i done had mine torn out
came back from the grave for some more now

back from the grave
they couldnt feel me yall, they couldnt kill me off, im still the realest yall
back from the grave
they couldnt seal me off, im in the building yall, and imma kill you all 

ghostwriters getting tired nowadays
song credits going on like a mile on the page
get your hot line blinging, built a style just for drake
throw a couple bands at em while they pile up the bank
and it just all them OVO boys
the best kept secret if you know you know boy
its benny blanco on remote control with no
way you can trace leave it open door
but it aint just about the lazy emcees
its the fake motherfuckers that been crazy to me
used to check em at the door, now the flagerancy 
real motherfuckers would of put the flame to they feet
aint no pacs, aint no bigs, aint no ems left
gotta check the publicist before you hit press
do awards shows rapping in a big dress
im too real for this fame thats a big flex

back from the grave
they couldnt feel me yall, they couldnt kill me off, im still the realest yall
back from the grave
they couldnt seal me off, im in the building yall, and imma kill you all

Back From The Grave (Prod. By Chxse Bank)

Fake

Lyrics
What up fool?
I pull up with that real I am the truth
Ask around the cloud, theyll tell you who
All my people know that I'm the juice
I'm the juice
Tell em I dont want no fucking truce
Go to war with people yall salute 
All my people know that I'm the juice
I'm the juice


Real shit poppin! I dont do fake shit
Im always ducking from stress and the hate like Im living my life in the matrix
Im feeling anxious, get me a blanket
Get me a bitch with a booty that's angus
Came from the darkest of dark on the moon
I hit the zoom flew down on a spaceship
Where all the hoes? I come in peace bitch
Grew up I listened to street shit
Life had me stuck in the deep end
The choice is like this, its sink swim
Drop, shoot to the top
Fuck all the ops, fuck all the stops
We made it work, we made it pop
We got the juice, the cream of the crop

Stop with the phony thugs, phony killers and
Stop with the phony love, phony sentiments
Stop with the phony thugs, phony killers and
Stop with the phony love, phony sentiments

What up fool?
I pull up with that real I am the truth
Ask around the cloud, theyll tell you who
All my people know that I'm the juice
I'm the juice
Tell em I dont want no fucking truce
Go to war with people yall salute 
All my people know that I'm the juice
I'm the juice

Im the cool kid got my juice box
Fresh to death in my blue socks
I got a blue mind, I got a few knocks
I got head start and hit loose rocks
I got a new bop, yall crank the shit
Bank the flows, I cant sang the bitch
What your angle is, I cant take the risk
Talk to me, you speak English?
I speak OG, for the OGs
I got a cobra clutch, my flow Kobe
Coat so clean, my dope so green
You want the perfect rapper, then clone me
Oh, wait up! Tell em why the haters
Gather round the clock, face redder than tomatoes
Probably cause the way I chop it up they afraid of
Tell em that Ive had enough, we gon get the fakers

Stop with the phony thugs, phony killers and
Stop with the phony love, phony sentiments
Stop with the phony thugs, phony killers and
Stop with the phony love, phony sentiments

Juice

Leap Of Faith

Sunrays don't shine so bright when your dark days cover up your soul cloudy

Sunrays

Welcome to my universe,
I been here for all my life it's all I knew at first
Welcome to my universe,
I don't know where else to go when only you emerge

Welcome To My Universe

Text me how you feeling...don't call though..

Nobody Panic!

Rebumping In My Lumina

Here is the fourth track off my new tape Slumber Party. From here on out there will be a new track every Sunday til the mixtape is fully released.

This weeks track features the homie https://soundcloud.com/toccimc 

Go follow the him and the guys over at OTJ (https://soundcloud.com/offthejump)

Produced by DVRX x Nish

You gon need that Bleu Cheese.

Bleu Cheese (Ft. Tocci) [Prod by DVRX x Nish]

Here is the fifth track off my new tape Slumber Party. From here on out there will be a new track every Sunday til the mixtape is fully released.

This weeks track features the super talented lyricist https://soundcloud.com/hheadhaunter from https://soundcloud.com/offthejump.

Production from my man https://soundcloud.com/lasoa

We gon' watch it all burn together.

Burn Together (ft. Headhaunter) [Prod by Lasoa]

Announcing a new project in collaboration with Knight Ali (https://soundcloud.com/knightali)
 
Knight Ali is an insanely talented sample based producer from Australia. Check out his page! 

I'll try to stay weekly with releases on Sunday still til we finish this tape. So keep checking back! 

This first track is titled Ashes. 

Lyrics
addictions im grasping
smoking blunts til they ashes
and thats just the half 
my homies drop acid, 
riding my wave, and yall like some plastic
all in my way, dirty ive mastered
switching my flow up, and changing my accents
now i just show up, and spit what im packing
i aint got time, i aint got time, i aint got love
i try to sit out, i used to just fit in, i stopped it at fitteds, cause that shit look dumb
I aint the one, we bout as distant as moon and the sun
but still you invading my space, all in my face, miles away from the man that I thought I'd become
grip on my lungs, just gotta breathe it in
I get anxiety, I gotta even it
out, when I get down, hop on the phone hit connects and out
all my doubt, falling around, and my pride I been swallowing down
follow the sound, I wont let you down, Ill pick you up put you back on the ground

Ashes (Prod. by Knight Ali)

Another track from the Mowgli x https://soundcloud.com/knightali tape
This weeks track is Party&Bullshit featuring a dope Biggie sample for the hook. 
Follow for new releases every Sunday! 

Lyrics
i could write words about you, and try to sing em my best
just to impress
I know you not that type but I still got to get in yo head
not in your bed, 
well in due time 
but in pursuit time im loving your steps
forgetting my stress
you the relief that I need, 
baby you got the key to my chest
you dont ever unlock this
you just keep me held down under your lips lovers hostage
I couldnt break free 
I done paid every locksmith
locked in til you stop this
but all she wanna do is go and party every weekend
late nights always sleep in
even in the evening
like the first time swimming in the deep end
sinking like cement, drinking

ms never paying drank
ms always saying what she thank
got a thing for a fella like me
til she see what I got up in the motherfucking bank
talking high class strut with a low class love
everything name brand all of her stuff
Chanel pastel got a Gucci clutch held
an she only do lines in the back of the club
ooo she so smooth like fresh gelato
but we different folks we got different problems
see im more tomato, and shes more tomato
we dont do pop crystal, sip cheap moscato
I get lost, trynta keep up with the differences
everything we doing is so tentative
aint a bit of emphasis
acting with some impetuous
she told me to relax and give into it

ohhhh they so disrespectful
wont leave you long at the club in that dress boo
your cold shoulder strong all that talk dont impress you
you turning down drinks if it dont interest you
thats cold
I love when they sweet but they still got the heart to say no
Dont leave me broke
I went through hell just to get to your door, open it more

Party&Bullshit (Prod by Knight Ali)

Another track from the Mowgli x @knightali tape

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Follow for new releases every Sunday!

Lyrics
Im vitriolic
I spit that meloncholic 
melodic flow wrangler 
i stay kickin knowledge
I got a stack of books
thats filled up with all my polish
I been working round the clock
my social life been abolished
what you talking bout, I aint got time to learn to mix
put some effort in your craft, man quit whining like a bitch
I been on this since 06, this aint overnighting hits
I spent summers in my room, I spent weekends tweaking clips
And now that I got this, and I sit in the cockpit
with my hand on the switches, and the speaker are knocking
everybody wanna feature all the sudden im poppin
even tho I used to never now Im doing em often
for the pub, for the recognition
for the love, for the record this is
my drug, im trynta change the sound but its hard as hell when you pessimistic
I know not who I thought I was (thought I was)
I rolled with some cotton lungs (caught a buzz)
aint been the same since
my fam smoking that same shit
grew up around poverty 
and told momma I would be famous
I know she proud of me either way
but I dont do this my momma pride
I dont do this for the hottest rides
I dont do this just cause Im the guy
I do this for me an if I didnt I'd be going crazy
speakers loud as fuck I got a swisher sweet Im blowing baby
so shut the fuck up if you aint come to chill
im colder than globe before the ozone was killed

Stay Cool (Prod by Knight Ali)

Another track from the Mowgli x @knightali tape

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Follow me for new releases every Sunday!

Fuck a fake friend.

Lyrics
never know who you meet up on the road right
everybody change up life hella rogue like
im coming down off some things hitting low flight
clothesline hit me knock me down to the floor right
picking myself up and dusting the fit
im hot as an oven the kids say its lit
im up in the house and you cannot evict
im holding it down heart as cold as the 6
blowing my spliff
baked as potatoes im loaded and crisp
I aint the type to say no to your chick
I used to be noble but no one else is, im having my pick
I dont got trust for these hoes, I dont got trust for my bros off that liqour
I dont got trust for myself, I dont need help, I aint mad  at you all Im indifferent
exploding with distance 
i dont need you around me no more

Real Friends, Fake Friends, Who know the difference
Snakeskin, Shapeshift, Control your image
Everybody wanna kick it with you when you winnin
But they quick to disappear when you isnt
I can spot a fake friend, I dont trust a lot of folk
nah, nah, bruh you gotta go
I dont associate with the type to take the bottom road
even if that means Im on my own

Fake Friends ft. Ed Green (Prod by Knight Ali)

Introducing a new project produced by the dark and twisted sounds of https://soundcloud.com/kastrosplace. This will be the first track of a small EP we are putting together. Get ready, this is some heavy shit.

Keep coming back for new releases every Sunday.

Lyrics
all my homies smoking hocus pocus thinkin that it help em
sipping ace of spades,  they just trynta play the cards you dealt em
all my bitches leaving quicker than I get the chance to tell em
my brothers felons, yea i grew up smoking what they selling
my cerebellum, overloaded with the smoke
motor function disappear, i think i need to blow some more
load a dose, spinning like the blades on a motorboat
fade to my older hoes, i pray for the holy ghost

Hook sampled from Father's "Spoil You Rotten"

i dont really wanna do it to em but i gotta go and get it if I really wanna see some change
and i been at the bottom so long with a bomb so strong man it make me wanna beat my brain
up against this wall, i done gave my all, what you really wanna feed my pain?
it aint enough that I bleed my shame, over 808 drums while the beat just bang
kastro, i got mad flow
lean with the stars im astro
i chop it up with that fast slow
flat broke with no cash flows
so upscale folks wont have Mo
middle finger up when I rap hoe
i got no time, i got no love, i got no room for you assholes

Hocus Pocus (Prod by KA$TRO)

The second single from the Mowgli x KA$TRO project. This is a bit more of a dark and melancholy track. Come catch a vibe. 

NEW RELEASES EVERY SUNDAY ON MY PAGE!

Go follow https://soundcloud.com/kastrosplace

Lyrics
I dont wanna be the rock that holds you down, when all you wanna do is break free
And I dont wanna love someone, when all it make me do is hate me
but I hate myself for bringing you in, I shouldve seen what I cant see
all the signs that I did not read, now I left her swimming in a sea of grief
an I got myself to blame
and I got my peace, and you got your grief, and I got mine dealt the same
i been hurt too, i been crushed too
it dont ease the pain, she scream fuck you
and thats fair to me, but I care indeed
I couldve smashed and dashed I didnt touch you
never got to love although the lust grew

fuck you fuck you
i never loved you loved you
all of them nights meant nothing
all them fights, no loving
I dont trust you trust you
I barely want you want you 
I put my trust in no one 
I stay by my lonesome 

I dont wanna keep breaking hearts, I dont wanna force another tear on them cheeks
but I dont wanna be another man just to let you down,  even tho it seem like they all leave
even tho it dont mean, not a god damn thing, Imma hope my best that you find your dream
an although things seem, like a blurred up scene, you gon find your way, you gon find your wings
without me around 
when sorrows drown
any image of me
has now become ugly (she cant love me)
I doubt shes now
thinking out loud
prolly dont even miss me
trynta make her forget me

Stay By My Lonesome (Prod by KA$TRO)

One more single from the KA$TRO x Mowgli tape! This weeks tracks feature's the super dope https://soundcloud.com/atwoodotj from https://soundcloud.com/offthejump. We getting jiggy over here, join the party!

NEW RELEASES EVERY SUNDAY ON MY PAGE!

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Follow https://soundcloud.com/atwoodotj
Follow https://soundcloud.com/offthejump

I woke up feeling jiggy, Will Smith kicking
Bitch I aint got alot but im real good living
got some cheddar in the bank, and some real good spinach
Shit cant nobody stop me boy im still gon finish

woke up with my cheddar, no holes no swissing
Look I been living good, I fucked 14 women
smoking smoking when I got it, good dro good spinach
man if this was in 04, then my phone got minutes
or my beeper steady beeping in the 90s with my denim
boy I'm fresher than the prince, and im flyer than a pigeon
I go back in any era you can find me with some women
in the sixties with the hippies, smoking doobies blowing kisses
im that dapper fresh cracker with swagger
20's I'm macking on flappers
she back it up I attack it
tap that Gene Kelly click clacking
back in the old school, kicking that new shit
the stuff that them old heads is saying aint music
that sick like the flu spit, that slept on they snoozing
i been sinking battleships bitch i spit with some loose lips
grew up on television I sleep with it on 
and when I get up in the morning I wake up to this song


Atwood
I woke up feelin jiggy
Smoke up, eat my veggies
Hol up, bitch get ready
I told them dudes they ain't ready
One chick is reppin Giuseppe 
The other's in a spaghetti strap
One just got a pedi
The other's sitting inside my lap
All in my zone when i be kickin with mo
He brought a ounce of the dope
I got the heat for the smoke
We got the beat from young $TRO
I'm tryna get it and go
I'm really chopping like i run it
Tryna make it to the function. Yuh

What the fuck you talking bout
I don't box em out
I knock em out
And now they down
I spit that shit yeah i got a potty mouth
I'm click clackin like i got the polish out
I'm from the dirty south you got a gaudy style
I hit the j like yeah bitch we ballin now
They lovin how i flip shit upside down
Funny I'm ahead when i block em. POW
Rollin thru the street with the same old same old
Funny how peeps gonna hate on hate on
Bitch u a wreck but i got state farm
He aint eatin and i aint gotta prey for him
Comin in hot with that ol' lil wopty
Send them hoes home hit the bed and fall asleep
Even in my dreams boy i keep on flossing
Feeling godly
Shining they aint gon stop me like

Will Smith ft. Atwood (Prod by KA$TRO)

Beat produced by https://soundcloud.com/officialforeignbeats

Lyrics
roll me up some sticky get my liqour got my mind right
passing on my phone and all them hoes up on my timeline
tripping on petty shit and blowing out my high im
feeling like i did way back in 1995 ah
1995 ah
back fore i was burnt on this world just sitting bright eyed
tripping on petty shit and blowing out my high im
feeling like i did way back in 1995 ah

big smoke sippin,liqour rolling up and hit it
I dont fuck with juggalos but yo tonight im feeling wicked
you can cut me watch me lick it, whippets hit the dome then crickets
I dont remember shit all I know is I'm the sickest
slick as snot, thats probably why my ex bitches trippin
slipping on some petty issues man i swear its neverending
i dont hold any resentment, its just now i stick to pimping
i aint trynta love again, this women break your heart and image
living in the bottom of bottle got that liqour running heavy through my liver its a problem lately
but i say it aint a problem maybe, i been in denial wont stop it baby
stop and wait, gotta make a move cant contemplate
cant really tell who fond of me, severing the love til the bonds will break ay ay

sipping what I got left
trippin on some pumpkin spice she say that im a hot mess
checking on my phone every hour but i miss it tho
1995 felt alive shit was different so 

i remember back 95 it was the jungle book on tv
i had no bills i had no job i had no problems life easy
i rock tape decks before cds, on some playset if yall need me
now im growed up and exposure to this world changed how i see these
pros, cons, waying out my odds
i was overthinking everything correcting all the flaws
seen corrections under bars, on my family on the sauce
locked down cant break free from the chains gathering moss
frost, nah ice wont help my cold heart
no wife no kids my soul lost
i light my spliff and doze off
what you want that for, run that O
i been in the game I could son yall bros
i can stop on a dime i can gun that flow
how i rock double time and it come back slow

okay sipping what I got left
trippin on some pumpkin spice she say that im a hot mess
checking on my phone every hour but i miss it tho
1995 felt alive shit was different so

1995 (Prod by Foreign)

Featuring https://soundcloud.com/chiefwicked , make sure ya'll go follow him!

Beat produced by https://soundcloud.com/officialforeignbeats
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shit I could of told you
all these wins all these ends all my friends could of told you man its so true
i swear this shit is old news
trynta keep up with the trends staying in you can let that shit control you
I just let the flow move, what you want a cold dude?
mami say she like it when i throw groove 
im a get them hoes loose,
i aint just another scrub
i been doing this since i was young

im first place, swimming through the rio water
dirty when i jumped up in it, boy i aint no prima donna
sipping drink in tijuana, im in favelas with some fellas
selling shit that put you up for like forever
i been staying hands free, swear its getting harder tho
everybody hungry we all want the starter coat
started broke pardon me im trynta get this product sold
them or me, you or I, take your pick I gotta tho
scrapping the scrapiest for the least little prize
a bunch thieves in the night, will take your piece of the pie
they quick to fill you up with words better read through the lines
I dont feel em when they talking they dont speak with a spine
A bunch of slithering snakes, I swear the grass is filled
and all these hoes, they leave them poor bastards killed
I sit back and laugh while the caskets build
I know the game too well yall aint half as real

Chief Wicked
Yea its old news
in the studio im messing with the pro tools
i dont really fuck with niggas like an old jew
got these niggas shaking like i make the fucking floor move
bitch i thought i told you, balling like its 02
me and mowgli shaq and kobe buckets on your whole crew
make you niggas barbeque chicken with the post moves
pocket full of greens im in the kitchen cooking soul food
if you aint heard about me i aint doing what im supposed to
spitting blizzards on a nigga im a cold dude
cop the grill bottom 60 keep the flow cool
sitting pretty lakeside like my old school
white people fucking with me like im boat shoes
might keep a couple with me for the show tunes
 that was so rude, promise imma blow soon
but thats old news
hit em with kamehameha send they bodies way up bitch im goku

Old News Ft. Blvck Svm (Prod by Foreign)

Real jazzy vibe to this one.
New project on the way with my main man https://soundcloud.com/knightali 
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Lyrics
I been in and out my feelings telling people that its complicated (when it aint complicated)
I was born with all this love but lately i just feel so obligated (intoxicated cant stop me lately)
what would I do without tho, what would I do without you tho
I dont wanna find out, I dont wanna find out

space rider, do or die minded
i been on the road or at least trynta find it
light splash from the ceiling im blinded
eyelids closed, i aint seeing through the silence
gretchen wilsons filled up in the audience
all they need bacardi and this motherfucking party lit
 im just trynta make a lil cash like a saudi prince
all the dollars, all the yen, all the euros, i done spent
out in France muttering to women bonjour
nails in my back swear the girl was a condor
damn these people always want some dollars tho
I just throw em out until they feel like they got all of those
started broke, had a starter coat still
momma worked hard on them thift store deals
and im just trynta build
i spent all my youth hanging out in left field

What Would I Do (Prod by Knight Ali)

A fun track https://soundcloud.com/knightali and I put together with some real summer vibes on it. So crack open a coconut, pour some liqour in it and enjoy "Summer Groove"!

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i stay up late night even tho i gotta be to work in the AM
awake for a job that i really dont like, but shit young fella gettin paid when the day end
and there aint no debate when i conversate i could take any prize any pool any pay in
with that out the way lemme get to what im saying, lets get to grooving lets get to swaying
i rock rhythm and bass like a salsa, roll with a peach on me shes a talker
she from the south so she say Talsa, when we up in Tulsa man this shit is awful
shoot i dont give a hoot when im with her
i just play it cool like the river, smooth with the get up
jose up in the cup half drunk yea im feeling kinda lit up
shit im buzzed i bet the bees be jealous
i got them cheesy bars i got them easy sellers
old head but im still up in the beat rebelling
try to keep up with me i bet your knee be swelling
get dooownnnnn, ride that wave and
dont make shit so complicated
i been trynta find my way in
cant stop wont stop imma take it

groove that body
groove that body
groove that body
show me how move that thang (ayyy)
groove that body
groove that body
groove that body
show me how shake that ass (woah)

when it come to the flows im a natural
im the buzz im the hype, who you have to know
im getting plastered bro, we at the after show
im getting love all the time like the mattress yo
i got a spring in the walk and i talk too smooth
an i sing in the dark while they bark at moons
imma young dude spitting dumb cool i got one rule 
that you all gon groove
put your hands up, let em bounce let it rock
i be in the house, man you couldnt find the block
i dont want a boat, boy im shooting for a yacht
block shots on the goats, bitch im something like an ox
but this is for the groupies, this is for the hoochies
this is for the bitches that dont ever seem to suit me
shake it for me show me lemme see you you get groovy
oh you bad and boujee, lets get you out your two piece (woahh)  

one more time, put your hands up high
im on this vibe dont you fuck with my mood
an if you feel inclined, you can sing my rhymes
or you can dance just as long as you groove

Summer Groove (Prod by Knight Ali)

Back with another track from https://soundcloud.com/knightali and I's latest project.

Produced and mixed by https://soundcloud.com/knightali
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Lyrics

Think about it, dont think about it too long tho
Think about it, dont think about it too long tho
I been at the front door knocking wont you let me in?
I been at the front door knocking wont you let me in?
But no

riding with my windows lowered driving at a creep
got the homies from the other side they stay up on the east
an i see some senoritas play it smoother then a fleece
she a kelly ripa cutie with the boujeest of speech
i was into it, influenced by the hips
she was getting to it, put something differnt in the spliff
drop my old lows off she my new high
got me like oo my, sugar sweet as two pies
flew by like the chicken coop
spit the juice, came back 
kick the tunes, laid back
chilli soup sipper spit the the flame on them lame cats
bitch i got my aim back
sharpshooter brett hart dressed in plain black
clothes ill expose with these hip hop flows
who really bring it, stringing syllables i spit that dope
but if you drink around it, try to block it out and never think about it
find yourself just sinking down, bathing at the drinking fountain
overthinking, analytical
let it it go out the window and give in to what were meant to do

i roll up, with some stuff that we can roll up 
i aint trynta fuck im just trynta get to know ya
but hold up she say with that wrinkled up nose look
my blackbook is deep and you the only one i phone up
so pick up, lets get drunk on liqour
lets forget the shit that got us feeling like we bitter
we get up like sit ups to live up to image
i give up and just when i do that you stick up
you the thorn that i need in my side 
you the warm that i need in my life
didnt even see the warnings or signs 
momma warned me of these thieves in the night

Think About It (Prod by Knight Ali)

The last single from Knight Ali and I's new project.

Hook written and performed by https://soundcloud.com/basedjuanempire

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/knightali

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Lyrics

early morning wipe the funk up up off the face
i done fell asleep with fresh all over me im out my place
no love for hate, i wake up and start the day 
feeling like im just another motherfucker on his way
with my stereo high blast riding with dows up
blowed up, cooler than the vent i got you froze up
so cut the music high, let me kick composures
im poppin up, hotter than some shit up out the toaster
emotion never get the best of me, pester me
problems in way  open sesame
moving right thru em got the keys like khaled
i breeze any challenge my steeze is the islands
uh uh uh exhale on these ex dames
i can kick and flip it spin it like im in the X games
i be moving quick man i dont pick my next lane
i just get a text bleep bleep and we set mane

wipe off morning funk up off my face
grinding on the chase, dont you know theres nothing to this race (x4)

but listen to me kick it tho, i be on that neymar
90s baby i remember pizza joints at Kmart
chomp on the loose yea i broke the fucking chain off
james bond, i be odd jobbing get your aim on
hey, got my diddy kong race right
red balloon im shooting on em, i was up at daylight
never had the stage fright, i been on my way right
why they sleeping on me still like you gon catch the late flight
red eye, return of the jedi
never feeling low im always blowed i got my head high
living in the clouds, staying stratospheric
all the shit you talking low key i dont really even hear it
man im on autopilot i dont even gotta steer it
man im just doing me dont give a fuck about your feelings
i be moving quick man i dont pick my next lane
i just get a text bleep bleep and we set mane

Morning Phonk Ft Juan (Prod by Knight Ali)

The first track off my new tape Fool Me Twice. This new project and this song in particular are infused with guitars and rock sounds.

Produce by https://soundcloud.com/prodbyvessels

Lyrics

All I see in the mirror is some broken glass
I been trying hard to forget my past

I guess I was scared what I wouldn't amount to
I just didn't care, never wanted to doubt you
Now I'm cutting up the ties
I been running from the lies
I don't wanna be scared of you
I don't wanna take care of you no more

I'm a wreck lately, I'm a mess baby
I been in and out of my own devices
I'm trapped inside of my head lately
I owe you this apology
You won't take that, you won't follow me
I don't blame you, it don't bother me
I can't change you, or give you all of me
You don't get me, you don't trust me
You just like the way that I talk to you 
But low key you probably won't love me
So I'm empty, I need drugs please
I fill the void, to try to kill the boy
That I said wouldn't don't tempt me

I guess I was scared what I wouldn't amount to
I just didn't care, never wanted to doubt you
Now I'm cutting up the ties
I been running from the lies
I don't wanna be scared of you
I don't wanna take care of you no more

All I see in the mirror is some broken glass
I been trying hard to forget my past

Broken Mirror (Prod By Vessels)

Another single off the upcoming tape Fool Me Twice.  I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor.

Produced by the man https://soundcloud.com/canisxxmajor

Lyrics

I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone
Smoke killa, a tad groovy, yea, on point Mr Bob Cousy 
Bad bitches they all boujee, yea,  top shooter Mr Bob Cousy

Lowkey I dont really trust me, so how the fuck can I trust you?
I aint upset, you getting obtuse, see I love me, and I just want you
Summon up the gusto to deal with emotions
Cause love is cut throat I feel then I'm frozen
Sending my goodbyes sealed with some roses
Spine like a snake or some eels in the ocean
Swimming with the sharks you aint even got your fins yet
Big dog getting deeper than the trench yea
You gon get the bends, an you'll probably lose your sense
and the feelings in your limbs, you aint ready for my skin yet
Touching up the looks but the soul left shapeless
I aint brand new I can show a little patience
Got the hook but the bait pretty basic
Slave to the matrix, save me the graces

Shooting my feelings, man its nothing but net
I start to dig in my brain and find its full of regret
See I don't want the greatness, no, no, I just want respect
Man I been grooving all night, feel like I don't need to rest

I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone
Smoke killa, a tad groovy, yea, on point Mr Bob Cousy 
Bad bitches they all boujee, yea,  top shooter Mr Bob Cousy

A shooter, a shooter, I'm moving it on em smoother
I caught it up in the corner and buried it like Bermuda
Strike quicker than barracudas, I'm spitting the air is humid
indifferent to what you doing, sometimes I don't feel so human

Shooting my feelings, man its nothing but net
I start to dig in my brain and find its full of regret
See I don't want the greatness, no, no, I just want respect
Man I been grooving all night, feel like I don't need to rest

Smoke killa, a tad groovy, yea, on point Mr Bob Cousy 
Bad bitches they all boujee, yea,  top shooter Mr Bob Cousy
I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone
I was trynta fly like I never hit the floor
I was trynta get my 5 but they only giving 4
I got problems on my mind catch me riding all alone
Get this feeling all the time then I get up in my zone

Bob Cousy (Prod By Canis Major)

Produced by Khail (https://soundcloud.com/xxxkhail)

Lyrics

she say she always thinking bout me, say this feel like more than fate
but we stay up in different cities, we stay up in different states
this feeling is electric baby, distance do not mean a thing
cause we stay up in different cities, we stay up in different states

show me where you from I'll walk the mileage on my sneakers girl
you everything I want and everything I ever needed girl
I'm fucked up on these feelings got me thinking need to see the world
you 7 states away and I don't think that I can leave it here

I been walking down the road, hitchhiking with my soul
I been trynta find my path man I been looking for my home
scattered brain at the though of you, screams barely audible
yo daddy gotta be a feisty man by his daughters mood
I'm still caught up trynta find my steps
outta shape trynta find my breath
outta state is the one I'm with
I been up for days I ain't done just yet
forget your prior grievances, you know just who you leaving with
from different states we see this shit, so different cut the pretenses

she say she always thinking bout me, say this feel like more than fate
but we stay up in different cities, we stay up in different states
this feeling is electric baby, distance do not mean a thing
cause we stay up in different cities, we stay up in different states

show me where you from I'll walk the mileage on my sneakers girl
you everything I want and everything I ever needed girl
I'm fucked up on these feelings got me thinking need to see the world
you 7 states away and I don't think that I can leave it here

had to GPS you to find a route and I took the first road and rolled with that
got no ties ahead, in my mind I'm set, I got nothing left that can hold me back
whats your zodiac? this is in the stars
ain't the closing track, this is just the start
cannot hit the pause, cannot hit the off
we forever on, I admit my wrongs
you the realest, you ain't trynta peck at the flaws I exposed up to those that I thought that I trusted
then I found out most them were busted, crushed in hopes all the blows all the punches
it's all love when they meet yo ass, but then they quick to flip and wanna beat yo ass
you know deceitful past, got a laundry list of reasons I should never wanna reach you back
so I moved on, I been too gone, I got new love, I got new songs
I got too used to you too long, now I'm moving on got my shoes on

she say she always thinking bout me, say this feel like more than fate
but we stay up in different cities, we stay up in different states
this feeling is electric baby, distance do not mean a thing
cause we stay up in different cities, we stay up in different states

show me where you from I'll walk the mileage on my sneakers girl
you everything I want and everything I ever needed girl
I'm fucked up on these feelings got me thinking need to see the world
you 7 states away and I don't think that I can leave it here

Different Cities (Prod By Khail)

Lyrics

Fire got me burning down to ashes
I guess that's why they said don't play with matches

I can get so low down, I can get so freezing
You can pick me up now, you give me a reason
I been feeling thrown out, you just what I needed
You can pick me up now, you give me a reason

I'm on fire for you
Burning up like gasoline
Let the flames take half of me
I'll burn til nothing remains

Fire got me burning down to ashes
I guess that's why they said don't play with matches
But you worth, all the hurt, every scar, every burn
I felt lost on this earth, now I'm burning with some passion
Celebrated my missing pieces I know I never really said it right
Toss and turn in my memories I smoke myself into the bed at night
My head ain't right, I said I might
But you got other issues don't ya?
Dead inside, gon an let it fly
You don't know what your missing do ya?
I been soaked in gasoline, kerosene or whatever baby
I don't need no therapy light me up no they'll never save me
I been feeling better lately, I don't need your medication
Ebbs and flows I ride em both and we can ride together baby

I can get so low down, I can get so freezing
You can pick me up now, you give me a reason
I been feeling thrown out, you just what I needed
You can pick me up now, you give me a reason

I'm on fire for you
Burning up like gasoline
Let the flames take half of me
I'll burn til nothing remains

Fire got me burning down to ashes
I guess that's why they said don't play with matches

A Reason (Prod By Vessels)

This is the title track for the the new mix tape I've been putting together. This project is a follow up to my tape from last year titled, "It's Not You, It's Me"


Lyrics

I hate you, I love you, I love to hate you

Fool me once, shame on you I got myself addicted to ya
Fool me twice, shame on me I probably shouldn't miss ya
But a fool is what I feel like when I'm with ya
I'd be foolish just to wipe it off forget ya

Fuck your indecision and your cold stares
I cannot forgive this, going nowhere
I'm so cold, leave me bare
Cause truth be told, I'd rather be alone then with someone that don't care

It take guts don't it, to admit when I like you
Even tho it threw a wrench in everything the pipe loose
I just want the real, I don't like being lied to
Typecast niceguy, you don't know the fight boo
Haiku, wouldn't be enough for me
To get it all out start to feel like I can breath
Weight up off my chest, but my heart is feeling weak
Throw me to the wolves, man she left me in the street
But I can't blame you, can I?
And I can't change what I feel inside
I don't want the pain but I can't lie
Keep on coming back give it one more try
Even tho I know it ain't worth a damn
Even tho I show I'm worth the plans
You just wanna blow it all in one chance
I ain't fitna throw you no more romance

Fool me once, shame on you I got myself addicted to ya
Fool me twice, shame on me I probably shouldn't miss ya
But a fool is what I feel like when I'm with ya
I'd be foolish just to wipe it off forget ya

Fuck your indecision and your cold stares
I cannot forgive this, going nowhere
I'm so cold, leave me bare
Cause truth be told, I'd rather be alone then with someone that don't care

Fool Me Twice (Prod By Kuroime)

Lyrics

I won't let you, I won't let you, I won't let you take me out
Sidetracked by your beauty, felt like you could save me now
All you ever, all you ever really did was break me down
I don't want you, I don't need you, I feel like I hate you now
Oooo, I hate you now, I feel like I hate you now
Fuck your feelings, fuck your friendship, fuck my head up weigh me down
I hate you now, hate you now, I feel like I hate you now
I used to have these feelings, seems like all that shit don't phase me now

I forgot about your good ways
I forgot about your smile too
Picking at me trying to fine tune
When the bitch ain't even like you
What the fuck should I do?
Play that shit back in my head and then edit it
Can't take the parts that make this feel like dead ends 
I walk down the street like a loon without medicine
Know I'll regret the shit, yet I'm still meddling
Fuck me, I deserve what I get
Playing with the fire put the burns on my wrist
What I learn? Nothing, making turns with the bitch
Til she hit me with the burn, in the urn where I sit
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I can't trust anyone, seems I fucked it up
This ain't love, this aint't lust, this is Chumps-R-Us
I play the games too long, then I bust my luck
It's unhealthy, I'm in love with the toxins
Drugs in my body get a rush ain't no stopping 
Boxed in the feelings, so tough til they blossom
Lost in the sauce, take stuff til I'm nauseous
Ooo babygirl got me feeling spiteful
Prideful, I don't fuck around with the sly folk
Lies on my mind all the time it aint right, no
Sins everyday make em run from the Bible

I won't let you, I won't let you, I won't let you take me out
Sidetracked by your beauty, felt like you could save me now
All you ever, all you ever really did was break me down
I don't want you, I don't need you, I feel like I hate you now
Oooo, I hate you now, I feel like I hate you now
Fuck your feelings, fuck your friendship, fuck my head up weigh me down
I hate you now, hate you now, I feel like I hate you now
I used to have these feelings, seems like all that shit don't phase me now

Hate You Now (Prod by Sid White)

Produced by the homie  https://soundcloud.com/bigL

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I got love for my homies, I got blood for my foes
I just fuck with these women, I dont trust any hoes
I got drank that im sippin, get my buzz on and smoke
I got plugs with the skunk, I get my drugs for the low

hold up,, i do not fuck with you thats just the truth
I be riding solo up in the whip aint nobody gon sit in my passenger shoes
they beeping me ooo, im keeping my cool
I stay with my day ones I known them since school
Smoking and chopping it up with the homies I dont got no time for rachets or fools
Half in the pool, down at the bottom
Im sippin my sorrows, Im drowning my problems
my vision is twisted my nerves I done shot em
I roll up another to calm em, I got it
Im under control, or Im under its spell
I dont know the difference no more and I don't give a fuck that I can't even tell

I got love for my homies, I got blood for my foes
I just fuck with these women, I dont trust any hoes
I got drank that im sippin, get my buzz on and smoke
I got plugs with the skunk, I get my drugs for the low

Bottom dweller sipping dregs from the barrel
tattered rags on my body I dont pay for apparel
and I stay underground, safe from the arrows
sit and wait for my chance put the blade to the heir of
the throne, off with the dome
crown up for grabs bitch i take what I want
I aint the one, came from the swamp
Mississippi river gripping your song
catch me in the city sitting on a couple clouds
going broke but the ballers in the building double down
cup of crown, cup of ice, couple dimes, shut the lights
got my slimes on the right, all the time load the pipe
im a cut throat, roll up in the spot smell like blunt smoke
skunk dope, i be in the groove like a drum roll
huh, huh, what you really want tho?
got me in my feelings, yea you got me feeling drunk so

I got love for my homies, I got blood for my foes
I just fuck with these women, I dont trust any hoes
I got drank that im sippin, get my buzz on and smoke
I got plugs with the skunk, I get my drugs for the low

Drugs For The Low (Prod By Tec)

https://open.spotify.com/album/7IH1Mx8V47hTcce3el8qpa

45, glock 45 aimed
At my brain, put the pop to the star bang
Octane through the roof this that hot flame
Top tier spitter, put the chopper through your box frame
Im from the rocks I aint never had a lot mane
Might slip and drop I aint never gonna stop mane
Its not sane, bitch im crazy with the pop game
Came up in it broke, now im leaving with some knots man
Hey, who got them Z’s on the low?
Hey hey, flip it then its free for the smoke
Wait wait, what you mean you aint keen on the dope
Im a motherfucking fiend, smoke the B to the roach
Im a dog, never had a leash im the neighborhood
Going through the alleys late at night an man it cant be good
Im just trynta grind and get myself a new Mercedes wood
Grain up on the dash , on my feet is alligator look

Im a menace, fight until finish
Imma slap the fucking coach if he try to cut my minutes
Call me dennis, grab a couple boards and give the business
Shit I’m Solid as a rock, boy this skill just don’t diminish
Shit im gone on the loose kid
You can find me smoking strong in the booth bitch
I aint really got no peace for your mind hoe
Fuck around up in the sheets get your mind blown
I can make that pussy drip when I go, sit on the pole
I cant take that lip from you tho, get off the phone
She be talking slick on the low, shits getting old
Im about to dip on this ho, bitch let me go

Glock 45

Produced by Delariva

Featuring the homie https://soundcloud.com/cloudmacx , make sure you all go follow him!

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she took me to paradise (yea)
an if i had my choice id never come back to this normal life
she took me to paradise (yea)
felt like i was floating through heavens like i learned to fly
para, para, paradiiiseee
leaving all my troubles and my worries left behind
para, para, paradiiiseee
I could stay forever never let me out your sight

paradise is what you make it (ight)
picture perfect if you paint it (right)
started young now im the anchient type
take your time, i took an eight of mine
safe to say im not the same since
nothing now can really change this
edge of life we live dangerous
my paradise filled with strangers
im gone, coasting through the alleys late at night for real
im trynta find someone to get me out this life and feel
i felt like i aint felt that
lost up in my mix and i dont think ill get myself back

I feel like im levitating, when you all up on me
I aint coming down unless you take it take it from me
I been stuck and dirty, down and places you don’t know
Ill go anywhere you want to anywhere you wanna go

CLOUD MAC
you know she got me by the lips
the way she shake and move her hips
you see this rollie on my wrist
but i aint got no time for this

just tell me what to fucking do
i think my face is turing blue
just text me if you coming through
then maybe i can make a move

this girl, she turns up in just her pyjamas,
she bumping nirvana
she looking for drama
she copping her guap and her commas
she moving the crop but no farmer
she serving two terms like her name is obama

she icing me out, futurama
the way that shes shaking is making me want her
she shine like a star lets just call her madonna
she drop to her knees and she blow like a bomber

she popping the pills
this girl is my world
she give me a few
i take em’ with juice

she cutting them deals
she making me feel
don’t come in my room
we got nothing to lose

Paradise Ft. Cloud Mac (Prod By Delariva)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/marcomako13

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they cant have my soul they cannot take it from me
they cant have my soul i keep em waiting on me
they cant have my soul they wanna take it from me
they cant have my soul cant have my soul cant have my soul

i feel like im slipping
everyday man i just keep falling
i feel like i got nothing left in my tank
i feel exhausted ready for offers

they cant save my soul no more
they cant save my soul no more
they cant save my soul no more
nooooo

i been through some trials
i been through some troubles
i been feeling down
i feel like i got nothing
pressure building all around
swallowed by the oven
when theres nothing left for ground
you fall into the clutches (feel it crushing)

they cant have my soul they cannot take it from me
they cant have my soul i keep em waiting on me
they cant have my soul they wanna take it from me
they cant have my soul cant have my soul cant have my soul

hail mary, pray to god i see some dotted lines
problem is that i aint good at recognizing problem signs
outta sight, outta mind, i repent apologize
i done went through hell and back with demons i had idolized 
i survived i know people round me that aint make it tho
all this party pills and dranking really start to take its toll
the safest road dont take you where you want it it take a major low
to bring you to the mountain top where only other angels roam
i feel like my soul trynta reach it
climbed from my hole from the low from the deep end
i can see the glow see the light see the peak and
now that im close all these ghosts started speaking
dealin with the devil trynta cope with all my demons
on the surface i look calm but in my head im really screaming
i done bottled up my feelings, i done swallowed all my meaning
feeling hollow in my heart, ive forgotten the way i need it

Save My Soul (Prod By Marco Mako)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/canisxxmajor , one of my favorite producers. He is working with some top shelf talent!

Featuring https://soundcloud.com/whyandotte , Make sure ya'll go check out his music! Dude is murdering songs.

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I got fits from Paris and my bitch bad
I got forty carats on my wrists yea (bling bling)
aquaberry diamonds straight from riff raff
look you know what to do to really live that
I been broke all my life bad
And now you coming low with the price tag
Think ill sell out for some clothes and a ice pack
I aint giving up my soul for no light cash

Top dollar, superstar, shot caller
Suave products, Gucci shit Popped collar
Don Dada, Off the leash Rottweiler
Its not nada, no bitch this shits hot lava
Trunk thumping aint no bass in my whip tho
I could go for days on this tank let it drip slow
Bitch no, you don’t get my story take the cliff notes
Players can’t have women that be fucking up they mental
10-4, yeah hoe, Mafia that triple six
Bitch my mind is hypnotized, I think at least a little bit
Feeling it, I don’t know my name or where the ceiling went
I just know that I’m the coldest, dopest and the realest bitch
Oo weee, hope you want that bruce lee
Kicking my two feet, til my fucking shoes bleed
You can tell em do you, im just gonna do me
I got what your bitch want, I got what your dude need

DOTTE
back then didnt want me
now im ice cold
alaskan nice type woe
alabaster soft type flow
like water sonning all you suckas
like fathers
brighten up ya day
like folgers
waking up to this cup
woah you might trade it for a blunt
oh where im going i dont know
what im wearing i bet gold
how im feeling i bet low
seamstress so sew sew
mas o menos still i stand ten toes
flat foot black boy
shoot shoot jack boy
i dont know shit
all i know is i dont know shit
you might have the sauce but
i got i got i got potions
life is scripted
good for you cause you an actor
you play your part though
small role like kevin hart though
been this way since the start though
mining iron in varrock
probably think im embarrased
those times im gonna cherish
so you better come correct
with a check and respect
for my team and my fam
i just hope you understand

Aquaberry Diamonds Ft. Whyandotte (Prod By Canis Major)

Back after a short hiatus! Ya'll gon bring me back to my old self.

Lyrics
hot, i spit that stove burner top, im hot as oily woks
tell em to stop, i do this shit round the clock,  i got more bars than the block
and i can chop, flip up the rhythm with knots, midwestern flow on a lock
what you got crops? yea we got fields of the grains, homie dont step on the plots
dripping with thots, ohh them girls looking juicy, thick in thighs and the booty
aint got no time for the movies, do we? but we can netflix and chill with a doobie
if aint you aint boujee, i got that oo weee, lets take it back to your crib and get groovy
im in the mood B, look i stay cool as a coozie, bitch wipe me down like my name lil boosie

yall gon bring back to my old self
checking out and checking in like im in a hotel
i dont let em see the sweat blood is ice cold yea
this is for my dogs yea this one for my warriors, oh ya
we dont let up, we dont let up
we gon get em, we gon get em
they gon feel us, they gon feel us
we the realest, we the realest

im in a zone, im here to flex
all on my own, im doing reps
turn up the heat, turn up the stress
im here to work, im here to sweat
this aint for yall, this is for me
im trynta make this shit hard to compete
out of my way, they out of my reach
im trynta move to a whole nother league
woah, space pilot riding on the ship
i been woke, they been trynta put me back to sleep again
losing hope, i got faith that nothing really come of nothing in the end
so my problems all pretend, i aint stressing imma win

yall gon bring back to my old self
checking out and checking in like im in a hotel
i dont let em see the sweat blood is ice cold yea
this is for my dogs yea this one for my warriors, oh ya
we dont let up, we dont let up
we gon get em, we gon get em
they gon feel us, they gon feel us
we the realest, we the realest

tell em chill, i aint with none of that beefing i aint with none of that yapping
i make it happen, this aint no instagram caption, you at the crib in the bathroom
im in the grasses, plotting my actions, i got that fire that burn em to ashes
hold up a minute they tell me they with it then talk on my back when im sleep on the mattress
im catching zzz's, you catching L's
you fitna see, how different it feels
i make em sneeze, im sick with the skill
i dont do cheap, ill stick with the real
get you a fleece, my homie and chill
bitch im beast, i came for my meal
im fitna eat, whatever i kill
i got to be, the spitter they fear

Old Self (Prod by KenKen Killt It)

Lyrics
turn me up and let me out this place for a grip
i escape from my pain yea i drank and get lit
let it smoke let it roll let it go while i sit
aint no fours in my drank 24s what i sip
i got, i got no shame 
i got, i got no shame
i dont give a fuck i sip my cup and do my own thing
i got, i got no shame 
i got, i got no shame
you dont know my luck, i been through stuff i cant control mane

i aint really try to throw shade
but i dont know your name
been through it with a lot of these hoes
ice cold feel the novacane
old flow for the golden age
sold out for the coldest flame
i dont even pay attention no more
its either wack or its all the same
i know plenty people that could body these rappers
putting better records out studio half as 
nice as the slightest sight to them actors
fight for the light while the big money snatch it
flashes, thats what you get, thats just a peek
we still at war never taking defeat 
we gonna break up these problems in peace
dont take to radio, straight to the peeps
hey,  i crack the code
wait, wait, they do not know
ye, yea, trapped in the smoke
i got my habits subtracting me slow
back on the road, cruising my whip
dont fuck with the 12s, i fuck with the 6ix
back in the studio stuck in the mix
this is my therapy this how i live

turn me up and let me out this place for a grip
i escape from my pain yea i drank and get lit
let it smoke let it roll let it go while i sit
aint no fours in my drank 24s what i sip
i got, i got no shame 
i got, i got no shame
i dont give a fuck i sip my cup and do my own thing
i got, i got no shame 
i got, i got no shame
you dont know my luck, i been through stuff i cant control mane

No Shame

Finally back with a new track featuring the homie Hrtbrk, come vibe with us. Misery loves company after all. 

Go check out
https://soundcloud.com/iamhrtbrk
https://soundcloud.com/bulletrapmusic

Is it me? Something I don't see
Why dont you come around?
Misery loves company
Lets just bring each other down

i got no love
cold blood, a cobra
strike twice, they choke up
got no lungs
hold up
give no fucks, bout no one
i done changed, and growed up
a soldier
i been riding with some baggage on me lately
wont believe its real unless its tatted on you baby
i like picking roses, stab into me daily
momma tried to warn me but im bad at living safely
ya ya ya ignoring what they imploring
exploring looking for trouble 
its boring without it snoring
i been caught up in, i been living how i see fit
proving people right that told me i wouldnt be shit

Hrtbrk
misery loves company yah, i keep all my skeletons they open me up
misery loves company yah, i keep all my skeletons they open me up

I dont want noone here escaping
tell me wheres the people i got pity parties waiting
fill up this room, turn the shots up lets drown in it
look around, watch the walls, while you hit the ground spinning
waiting on arrivals from all your happy faces
this is more than your average celebration
this is watching all the masks getting taken
off with the misery exposed with the hatred

Misery Loves Company ft Hrtbrk (Prod by Tundra Beats)

Prod by Hayshun

let the ice drip, flooded when its high tide
let the ice drip, money over time right
let the ice drip, burning on the west side
let the ice drip, let the ice drip
let the ice drip, flooded all the time now
let the ice drip, running trynta climb out
let the ice drip, we been trynta find ground
let the ice drip, we done let the ice drip

let the seas rise
overflowing over everything a deep tide
i remember when the shit was barely feet high
now i feeling creeping up above knees right, from the east side
this aint no beach vibe
this some shark up on the water trynta eat time
feel em chomping at the bit to get to each bite
tsunami wave to the grave from the seaside, this shit is street wide
i dont trust the new epa, cut the regulations off the chain
we gon throw smoke like snoop and dre, got a box thats hot that wont cool for days
i dont think we gon see the day, where we go to far it aint far away
all in all id say yall are safe, but your babies babies might start to bake
hot as hell we get no reply, got a problem now thats as old as time
last time we was living through it cold as ice, this time we can melt if we go outside
i know i enjoyed myself i enjoyed my health i enjoyed while they sold your time
but its hard to grip how they roll the dice, and its hard to quit this your only life
burn, burn, burn, keep it spinning baby
came in on a fireball and thats how this shit finish aint it
demonstrated we dont give a fuck how much we kill our places
we dont see no problems we just see this shit for entertainment

let the ice drip, flooded when its high tide
let the ice drip, money over time right
let the ice drip, burning on the west side
let the ice drip, let the ice drip
let the ice drip, flooded all the time now
let the ice drip, running trynta climb out
let the ice drip, we been trynta find ground
let the ice drip, we done let the ice drip

Ice Drip

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/keyanobeats

Surfing channels, I'm up surfing channels (Ayy)
Surfing channels, I'm up surfing channels (Ayy)
Surfing channels, I'm up surfing channels (Ayy)

My momma gone, work them bars late
Got some cartoons, cure my dark days
My poppa gone, work the yard late
Got some cartoons, cure my dark days

Doug Funnie, catch me in them khakis
Only fuck with baddies, spot em out like Patty
I been on that whoa, Skeeter geeking on them addies
Body like a stick figure, still she got a fatty
Cartoon bitches oooo
Art school bitches oooo
Feel like I'm at sea, trynta harpoon bitches
Cut me off some static
All I knew was addicts
Poppa was a rolling stone, the closet filled with cabbage
I grew up with some smokey clothes, couldn't get the scent up out my linens
So I started fucking with em, sometimes life will give you lemons
Got the lemonade mixing with my juice, got the swisher too
Sucked up in the clouds, riding planes with a missing roof

My momma gone, work them bars late
Got some cartoons, cure my dark days
My poppa gone, work the yard late
Got some cartoons, cure my dark days

Move it football headed hoe
Helga strength, Ill let it go
Big bop, beeper be prepared to meet the reaper
So you catfishing catdogs got me off the leash I'm on
I'm feeling like a greaser I could ether anything you want
I told em
I don't do shit for clout
I just let the game sit and talk for itself if you listen than you really can't miss the sound
I spit profound, don't split no rounds
My bar is set at your wishes pal
Don't chicken out, my missile bound
Drop ship on your sister 
Wow!
Thats a low blow, I'm a low totem sitter
Go getta, it's no wonder they so bitter
My flow bigger
I get hot with no stove bitch I'm the cold killa
I represent broke living

My momma gone, work them bars late
Got some cartoons, cure my dark days
My poppa gone, work the yard late
Got some cartoons, cure my dark days

Cartoons

I been living in these broken dreams baby

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