Who The F__k Are You” questions the fakes, the snakes, and the ones who speak without living their truth.

Judge me if you want… you don’t know the story.

More coming soon. Stay watching.

Who The F__k Are You

🎵 Title: “Smoked Out for Life”
(Prod. by DJ Prolific on the 1’s & 2’s)

HOOK:
"This is smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(ninja we just don't give a fuck),
this smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(call it what you want S.O.M is the click bitch)"


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VERSE 1:
Ninja I’m posted in the fog, Marysville born sinner,
Ain’t no cappin’ in my rap, just a boss gettin’ bigger,
Henny in the cup, loud smoke in the mirror,
If you whisper my name, better say it clearer.
I’m that West Coast flame with the 530 code,
Mafioso mentality, everything gold,
Ain’t no label can own what I bleed on a mic,
This independent grind been my war every night.
Run the game like the feds watchin’ my page,
Every verse sound like revenge on a cage,
Fuck fame, I’m addicted to control and respect,
That’s why every record drop hit like a tech.

HOOK:
"This is smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(ninja we just don't give a fuck),
this smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(call it what you want S.O.M is the click bitch)"


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VERSE 2:
Ninja I’m ruthless, with Prolific on the cuts,
Every track like a drive-by, no ifs or buts,
Mac Mendo in the back rollin’ pressure in a blunt,
Mia got the heater, she’ll press it if you stunt.
Problem Child in my brain talkin’ ‘bout war,
Sayin’ “Kilo, let’s take what they owe and more.”
So I walk in like a Don, chain swingin’ like a threat,
No apologies, this the mafia set.
We ain’t beggin’ for a seat, bitch, we built the throne,
Independent empire, every brick is my own.
West Coast legacy, I’m the echo of the pain,
S.O.M. in my veins, money runnin’ through the brain.

HOOK:
"This is smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(ninja we just don't give a fuck),
this smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(call it what you want S.O.M is the click bitch)"


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VERSE 3:
Ain’t no peace when you play with the team,
It’s the mafia dream, turned reality scheme,
From a SoundCloud drop to a global move,
Every city we hit, they respect the groove.
We done came from them nights with no lights or luck,
To a Benz full of smoke yellin’ “we up!”
Fuck the fake shit, we made this lane,
Now they copy every phrase, but can’t match the pain.
I’m that underground profit, digital dealer,
S.O.M prophet, label killer.
They talk legacy, we livin’ proof,
This the West reborn under bulletproof truth.

HOOK (OUTRO):
"This is smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(ninja we just don't give a fuck),
this smoked out for life, this mafia music's my life,
(call it what you want S.O.M is the click bitch)"


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Mafia Music 4 Life

come thru the hottub

PROD: JIVE

Mastered by Pink Slip

shoutout carly, zane, and con.

stream on spotify

Landon Sears- Backwoods & Lipstick

the second project from artist happytree, made in due time. 

mixed & mastered by Jake Burdick                                                    https://soundcloud.com/jakersmusic

written by happytree
coverart by jonsmith 
photo by instagram.com/sxrreal

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2017

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In Due Time

S.O.S. (prod. late late)

S.O.S. (prod. Late Late)

Rain

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Faded

(Hook)
I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs
Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second 
Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach had me fiending for success, i spark the doja when i cope 

(Verse 1)
Enter the game me and my music are one and the same 
My mind is to blame, i’m fucking insane, i’m tryna get paid off of sharing my pain
You niggas is paid off, you fiending for fame
If you on my radar, I’m spilling your brain
I’m prolly gone take off, i’m headed for space or another dimension, i guess what imm saying is
I’m fly as hell nigga but
 i stay grounded
Don’t make a move you niggas is surrounded
You look astounded, you get the [] that’s how it sounded 
Look what i found, i gotta be honest, i ain’t know i had all these flows in pocket
I’m hoping this money gone fit in my pocket
I don’t got it yet, but i’m kind of a prophet (profit)

(Hook) 
I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs
Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second 
Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success, i spark the doja when i cope 

Verse 2)
Back again i’m back to win it all
Comprehend how not to get involved
My mind is gifted and slightly twisted, i still ain’t got a job 
Still i mind my business
i got to spit this, my rhymes’ the illest,
You wife wan’ hit this, but now she dismissed 
You falling sick, i guess i’m the sickness
Ain’t got no wish list, cept that you witness

(Hook) x3
I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs
Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second 
Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success, i spark the doja when i cope

"by the dozen" (Prod. by Cyht)(Lyrics In Description)

Black Lung (Prod. by Capi)

Blue Hypnotic

wasn't tryna party but it's much too late!

-Written and Performed by 30
-Produced by River Beats
-Mastered by Dacota
-Artwork by Ryan Young

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MARSHALLMIC
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