DIE TRYING (Drake - Remix)

[Verse 1]
I've been this way since I was like 15,
I believe I was popping collars like it's smooth 16.
But now it's f*** all, I'm just tryna coup my dreams,
Not pop pills, yeah, watch this f***ing coupe I'm in.

And this pride is the devil on my shoulder,
Watching Benjamins, bet I would make it as a soldier.
Watched my brother die, he crashed the whip as he got older,
That's my anxiety, but God gave me some closure.

[Verse 2]
Yeah, popping pills would take the life outta you,
And after school, I found out that my fing brother was loot.
That was by brethren, I might fall in line just like my best friend,
That ain't a fing option, I'ma go and count my blessings, for real.

For real, must I remind you, a six and a fourth?
And they was moving bricks outside the family court.
Now in Balenciagas, I ain't never f*** with the force (Air Force Ones).

Here comes this guy, with some pennies and dimes,
He said, "Sell this brick for me, and I'll show you this life."
And I keep looking back like this decision was mine,
But after that, I probably realized I'd be fine.

[Chorus]
And this pride is the devil on my shoulder,
Watching Benjamins, bet I would make it as a soldier.
Watched my brother die, he crashed the whip as he got older,
That's my anxiety, but God gave me some closure.

SOLDIER

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Ordinary

Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Yeah, Pop out the baddest hoes. 
Yeah, pop out the baddest (bitch)
Bit like this shit gone cold, you got the saddest (kick)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, kickstand on my wrist gon do much
My bitch start tearing my cartier, this 2 tone walk like 2 guns
Hold my bag, yeah hold my sweater, I gotta kill that rumour
Get to it, i bought this shit, went to it 
Lets to do, hood on the way, went through it
Yeah, Pop out the baddest hoes. 
Pop out the baddest bitch
Hold on my shit like 2 on go

[Verse 2] NO/A
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[Chorus]
Yeah, Pop out the baddest hoes. 
Yeah, pop out the baddest (bitch)
Bit like this shit gone cold, you got the saddest (kick)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, kickstand on my wrist gon do much
My bitch start tearing my cartier, this 2 tone walk like 2 guns
Hold my bag, yeah hold my sweater, I gotta kill that rumour
Get to it, i bought this shit, went to it 
Lets to do, hood on the way, went through it
Yeah

CARTIER (prodbyrl)

How Much I Feel (UNFINISHED)

A cover of in my opinion, @d4vddd's best song.

What are you waiting for (D4VD Cover)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'd have to let go while I'm two less steps away
From losing my mind, hoping you'll hear me say

[Chorus]
That I would stride a thousand miles
Just for you to see my heart again
Lighting candles in this open house
I'll believe it when my heart's in strands

So can you keep up when there's broken lights in there?
Censor—for my heart, it goes to mend
I can't walk through where the pockets shine
Even though that means it's you and I

[Verse]
Let me tell you 'bout this girl I know
She was in a phase with all the alcohol
So she could barely stand
I guess that's better than being all alone

Let me tell you 'bout this time I fought
It introduced me to this life I got
Oh, I can barely mend
My mind is full of evidence

[Chorus]
That I would stride a thousand miles
Just for you to see my heart again
Lighting candles in this open house
I'll believe it when my heart's in strands

So please just come my way home
I can barely think out straight
So please just mind my mental
I'll be home another day

Can you keep up.

[Chorus]
Bitch, I pop this X — it's a bad one
Rick's on every side, because my jeans blank
When I hit this shit, I got like ten of ’em
Coupe, this brain high, I got tens that I can't run from

[Verse 1]
When I put this shit on FNC, I do it one take
Bad as fuck, she in my GLE and I can take it down
When I pop this shit, I got all, ’cause I'm like Blueface
Hundred dollar bills inside my pockets, I can't slow it down

What you say to me? I'ma beat it down
Hundred bands up high, ’cause I let it drown
What you say to me? I'ma need it now

[Verse 2]
Got this same shit, got the same clout
Got the same tuck, ’cause my paint dry
Spell his name low, ’cause he ain't fly
He can't say nun', he got that one eye
Yeah, got that same shit I put on every sight

Got the same shit, ’cause I don't bring a nine
Pop this X still, ’cause I done way too high
My main bitch tilt, ’cause I done took two lines
Think it's lights out, ’cause I don't look alive

[Chorus]
Bitch, I pop this X — it's a bad one
Rick's on every side, because my jeans blank
When I hit this shit, I got like ten of ’em
Coupe, this brain high, I got tens that I can't run from

CANT RUN (prod. Astro x Shazy)

[Chorus]
(BITCH)
I got this shit MVP, we swag
She 'tryna fuck, give me a bag
Uh yeah, loudest swiss turn into cash.
Uh yeah, party on, still in the tag, uh yeah

[Verse 1]
Count my bread
Count my bread up, I stack it like it's chess
Give me head, all I think about is meds
Yeah, bring me loot inside my fucking bed (yeah, yeah)
Cut his brain up like who got lane (yeah, yeah)
Bring the store to my fucking hands (yeah, yeah)
Can't even go outside, got too many fans (yeah, yeah)
With these gadgets on my fucking neck (yeah, yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Pushing P, Push it
Push Delete, Push It
Cut this Reef, Push it
Push It, Yeah, BITCH

[Chorus]
I got this shit MVP, we swag
She 'tryna fuck, give me a bag
Uh yeah, loudest swiss turn into cash.
Uh yeah, party on, still in the tag, uh yeah

CANT RUN (prod. Astro x Shazy)

MBF

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