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Dope Raps

LIGHTSOFF [prod. by marcusraudel]

Degenerate

(PROD. MARCUS RAUDEL)
(MIXED. WES ON ACID)

can’t lie i be missing on a bitch
money went missing guess i hit another lick
malibu crusin with her tongue on my lip
don’t lie baby cuz i know what it is
got me beat, broken, and bent(x4) 

can’t lie i be missing on a bitch
money went missing guess i hit another lick
malibu crusin with her tongue on my lip
don’t lie baby cuz i know what it is

got me beat broken and bent
the count came short so baby what’s next
shoot me in my chest got a bulletproof vest
still ask god why I walk on red
rather be wine then the blood i spilt 
rather be crying then to have me killed
double up gang on a hundred dollar bill
rather have fame then to hear me vent 
(girl)
can’t you just live
built up thoughts got 20 in storage
i just cane can’t spend time thinking bout you
taking care of 2 new bitches can’t afford it
do or die thug on bitch can’t call it
smack a foo silly on the court ben Wallace
i jumped off too when i saw you falling 
talking bout you can’t recall it
talking about we got a problem
like homie
wtf you do for god
i lay toe tags with the devil
turn up count off gotta get settled
keep yo mouth closed when you talking to mi perro
sucka ass foo cant live
i aint trip on god 
bout a hoe or a bitch
i fucked with you hoe but that was way back then
east side thuggin foo i bang off rip
lv full of the boss up bitch
i been down bad but i never took a seat
i keep my head high and my dickies on crease
you talking bout him but boi thats me
bricked up chillin with a hoe so geeked
you talking bout him but boi thats me
bricked up chillin with a hoe so geeked

can’t lie i be missing on a bitch
money went missing guess i hit another lick
malibu crusin with her tongue on my lip
don’t lie baby cuz i know what it is
got me beat, broken, and bent(x4) 

can’t lie i be missing on a bitch
money went missing guess i hit another lick
malibu crusin with her tongue on my lip
don’t lie baby cuz i know what it is
BENT

im on call with this hoe
she hit my phone ima go
her man just left the crib
i put on true religion sweats
going 90 on the 15
drinking henny out the bottle 
now i’m gone she gone miss me
ways dirty but my bitch clean
fuck you mean ima hit d
my best friend onna kill streak (x3)

Beat, Broken & Bent

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by urs truly 🖖🏿

REACH (A-OK) prod. by marcusraudel

I be pimp’d up reppin LV yall foos just wear it on belts

(PROD. MARCUS RAUDEL)

CARD$

08 Business Is Still Boomin

(so my lifestyle fuck y’all)
vegas baby I’ma sinner
(so my lifestyle fuck y’all) 

vegas baby I’ma sinner
vegas baby don’t trust me
vegas baby that’s a red flag
diablo es couple toe tags

repppin cry later then smile in my face
that fake ass shit had to get out the way
saw first hand when the game went cold
boyfriend pimpin and (half way hoes)

vegas baby I’ma sinner
vegas baby don’t trust me
vegas baby that’s a red flag
diablo es couple toe tags

linked y’all plugs even front yall dubs 
new coke heads outta line for a bump
cashmere sweater, my sleeve soaking
never trust a bitch my dawg switched 
left me heartbroken

i can’t blame cousin (I can’t even focus)
just some vegas children
take but dont give nun (my blood boil)
y’all know yall dead wrong
go dance to my old songs (when I diss you)
lost my grandpa foo
care less that I lost y’all (It’s like the devil wrote it)
just some vegas sinner 
from the city dawg (cuz you choose’d up)
I’ma vegas baby
(so my lifestyle fuck yall)

SINNER

shane 

Been so obsessed w vogue 
I need the stage 
misread and ran away 
No 2nd plan
a dissident to ceiling fan tho 
finna big up ya mans 
don’t ditto 
never learned to take compliments 
won’t advise compartmenting 
but don’t only want one basket  
black Calvin’s 
n these size 32s, I’m not sagging 
I’m tryna get so rich that I’ll need two caskets 
bury me then give my mom a fraction 
I’m relaxed but not surprised when they attack
brought the drac, then hit ‘em back to back 

the fronting was a style, I can’t lie 
I did it for a while 
don’t pour me a drink I’m still a child 
u worried bout pronouns but you too caught up in vowels 
I owe you courtesy 
you should take some E for a smile 
been breaching thru crowds 
eventually you ain’t gotta browse 
you know what’s out there 
And you know I’m here 
this gon sound weird but if the engine stop, you can still steer 
I’m over them comparisons 
I don’t have any peers

Margiela all gender Pendleton denim 
my wishlist like a vendetta against kids lacking the pressure
this for you if you miss the effort   
baby call me just to sweat me 
I bought her nylon sweaters 
can you stand the rain, whatever
we on a pace that make my age look wiser 
my baby face dysmorphic and a bad timer 
been broke so long the money can’t find him 
please hook me w the foos that’s cash lining 
I want the Beamer but I’ll take the pathfinder 
one shoutout and see me chart climbing 
picked the soul apart to get a new footing 
start rhyming, stop lying 
Gun shots, parts flying, j dilla, don’t cry 
Lately I been up all night then sleep by sunrise 
I wish I could care about the outcome, but I need dollar signs 

new alignment, the whip not foreign just back from out of town 
new crimes, bank still poor, but see the horizon 
is he sure? 
or is he a pilot who started with way more?
could maybe find it 
bump the new lines, it take you for a tour 
taking mines 
the dailies was blurring 
still had to shoot the shot 
And stay on course 
you knew he had passion 
but need payments to find it 

feel like days running from me 
case in point
I ain’t choose the night I didn’t have choice
money talks
I look like borderline when that invoice hit
let’s take a walk
Will I make it? 
Why even ask? I hate when people spoil the plot



micah

I caught the whole canon 
Every Easter egg 
Every plot that they abandoned 
I Crash landed 
Empty handed 
My teeth slanted 
Stranded 
A thousand miles from where it was handed 
Smile kid ur on candids 
Paint a picture
Tile floor with the file cabinets 
A thousand wavs on a Sandisk 
Antics
Hand and fist 
Crazy cash deposit still couldn’t pack it in 
That’s a twist 
 Timmy turner lost my emotions over a bad wish 
Look what I do for a bad bitch 
She kno She had me at splits 
That boy a Masochist 
Loud look like amethyst 
Ash a spliff on the abacus

will i make it? (w shane & micah)

Marcus Raudel