LYRICS
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bitch i had to double up the promo
triple up my mojo
me and all my niggas
sippin d’usse out the SOLO
shawty say she hate me
but she posing in my photos
had to leave that shit alone 
and take a flight right out to SoHo
niggas hate you now 
but love it when you getting bags 
now they catchin envy 
cause they couldn’t make it past
it’s okayyyy
now my dreams moving faster 
reaching heights 
and hitting peaks 
ain’t fucking with no NASA
know this shit is fire
ima rare breeded dragon 
magic carpet whippin
i need 3 or 4 Jasmines
nigga why acting? (huh)
nigga why spazzing? (what?)
do my own gymnastics 
get it crackin
then i ash the Runtz
satisfaction 
but these bitches lookin mad as fuck
though it’s cool
ima hit my dance
while it’s adding up

to tell the truth i been laying up
driving to the paint
7 - zip
nigga that’s a skunk
nigga that's a skunk 

sunday morning
birds still chirping
phone still buzzin
guess these hoes still lurkin 
yes i’m slightly faded
and i’m swerving this on purpose 
utilize my talent 
till i’m chillin out in Calabasas
dribble left, double cross 
back like it’s March Madness
started spitting ice
and then they froze 
08 Madden
got em throwing shade
to keep the growth up on my money tree 
shrooms for the team
blowing down on some remedies 

i’m setting a better play
i’m shooting at any range
i’m manifesting a change 

i’m getting better with time
feel better after massage
ain’t worried bout no facade 

i know my life is appealing
i smoke for a different feeling 
i rendezvous with the spinach

i rendezvous with the cheddar
i need me some mozzarella 
i’m cozy with getting feta

444th Quarter - Single

444th Quarter (prod. Sypooda)

Melncholy Sydney - Somebody (ft. Jahdai)

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KEEP BALLIN', PT. 2

The Formula is the story of what happens when discipline becomes momentum, and momentum becomes identity. It’s a London hip hop study in pressure, precision, and the quiet violence of focus — the late nights where the world shrinks to a tunnel and the work becomes the only thing you can hear.

Across twelve tracks, the project follows an artist who cracks the code, outruns himself, listens to the algorithm whisper back, and ultimately breaks the loop he built. It’s drill-adjacent, but inward-looking; confident, but aware of the cost; philosophical, but always grounded in real human hours — kids upstairs, sofa light, missed calls, breath regained.

This isn’t an album about success.
It’s an album about the discipline behind it,
the ghosts it creates,
and the freedom that returns when you finally slow down.

The Formula isn’t something you find.
It’s something you become.

You might also like: 
Not the one: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/not-the-one
Sofa, Kids, Alan Watts: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/sofa-kids-alan-watts
Big Santz (Xmas Special): https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/big-santz-xmas-jungle-special-edition
God mode: https://soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/god-mode 

TOXIC

Tiffany Rose