K'ALLEY Actually

Money Drug Sex 2

Mixtape showing BigTime's range and artistry. A treat fresh out the oven.

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Half you n**** watching  
So you know I gotta go up top  
N**** think they raptors  
Til this TRX extinct the block  
I watched n**** that I love betray me  
Turned me to beast  
Momma told me, "Son, you gotta be patient  
God gon' set you free."  
I brought n**** close  
But that’s my fault 'cause they was never real  
We was down as f***  
Shooting my shots 'til I acquired skill  
Worst thing about it all is when it changed  
On us, they doubled back  
Like we work at Publix  
In the deli  
Back cutting slack  
But for real  
I was in that backstreets  
Running through my work  
I don’t gotta hop in spitters  
Cause this rap s*** catching vert  
On my granny  
I was never one to step on n**** toes  
Don’t forget that it was me who gave  
You local n**** hope  

This revolution won't be televised
This revolution won't be televised
This revolution won't be televised
This revolution won't be televised

Tables turning  
N**** seeing motion  
We just starting up  
Tables turned  
This brand new push to start  
My b**** can’t park it up  
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 cuttas in the driveway  
Now these h*** they know us  
Like we connected back on MySpace  

Everything this year is personal  
This shit real surgical  
When I’m in that Cully smoking gas  
I’m on my turtle flow  
Young n**** out that jungle, I embraced 'em  
So they know the cause  
That’s why when I pop, we got chops, don’t need no bodyguard  
Smackers with me  
I might have your b**** spill all your tea and break some crackers with me  
I just seen an opp  
He froze in place  
Like, "Come get active with me."  
Leaving all my shows  
The foreigns tight  
So please don’t back into me  
Rolling up my window  
Cause this car smell like it’s trappers with me

This revolution won't be televised
This revolution won't be televised
This revolution won't be televised
This revolution won't be televised

Tables turning  
N**** seeing motion  
We just starting up  
Tables turned  
This brand new push to start  
My b**** can’t park it up  
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 cuttas in the driveway  
Now these h*** they know us  
Like we connected back on MySpace

WAR AT NIGHT

RULES!

Foot 2 Dirt

False Perception

94Fatso - 50k Ft. Quin NFN

I’m in contact like a spray tan
POV’s we throwing 1 in clubs
Caught my Ray-Bans
I’m serious nigga
I’m hard at hearing
Still ran down my dreams
I was 19 brought my dogs to Cali
And then I watched em switch
I was glad I ain’t bring you hating ass
When I bought my wrist
I was glad them niggas bailed out on me
When it was time to hit
Heavy breathing
Late night talks with God
I still fight demons
When I drop
Them niggas sit and listen
It’s sum like public speaking

Been in storms without my coat
Been in water that sink boat
Maybach truck on float
She like Wall I never seen a goat

I’m the one that’s chose
Cause Lord He knows my bro still trapping boos
Now Lou Vuitton mix match with Gucci fabric
We was boosting clothes

Grinding til I can’t
Grinding til I’m Lambo Urus
Yeah
Grinding til I pass out on the wheel
Cause she want purses
Yeah
If I wanted you niggas gone
I been woulda sent them hearses
Yeah
Ion gotta flex online cause in due time
I’m out here swerving
Yeah

And that’s a promise nigga
If it’s up I’m riding baby Drakes
Like I’m Adonis nigga
If it’s up I’m going overkill
I’m going over spill
Niggas tryna diss on social media
When they know the real

Word for word on stage
And sold arenas dawg
I can’t back and forth with niggas
Posted in the bleachers dawg
I don’t need no church house
On a Sunday to get preaching dawg
If you reaching dawg
And it’s on site
You know I’m squeezing nigga

Flip your ass like this shit acrobatics
If it’s up you know you see my bitch
She in that bitch 4Matic
Brand new Cuban link with VV stones
I know I’m shining nigga
When we left the spot
It’s straight Suburbans
Feel like I’m Biden nigga

BTO on my headstone
Riding with my brother
Til he flat even if he dead wrong
I can’t go out sad
Can’t go out bad
I keep my cutta with me
Now we penthouse 50 miles up
Got shit that’s under to me

When I’m out I barely crack a smile
That’s why ion got no friends
I hit you and it’s been a while
I hope you don’t get bent
Know I him feel like a dying breed
I got a need for speed
I’m down bleed for what I told my brothers
I’ll never break the creed
Gang

SPRAY TAN

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Lindo - is a well known rapper and public figure residing in Port Saint Lucie FL. His eccentric personality attracted the liking of many before he even laid his first track. It wasn't until after Lindo received millions of views on his personal Youtube that he made his first song. After creating his first song, Lindo has become dedicated to becoming a rapper. Lindo's creative and melodic approach gained the liking of hundreds of thousands of listeners. His music can be heard in the background to many video edits created by his fans. Make sure to follow his Soundcloud for more great original music.

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