Redshift Ft. Apollo XVIII (prod. by Juju Diamond)

sad looks gazing back as im facing my mirror another day of hidin tears, and it couldnt be clearer that everything ive ever known, for worse or for better's left me hanging out to dry, inspite the rainy weather i regress, and let this pen, take a peice of my soul its funny how these dreams of being free from all my pain go when i wake up, grins fade, my hope goes, and i grow cold i think, stone, where the fuck you go? and i murder that thought with the end of my rope i've tied choke, die hope, blow smoke, cry so, im reminded im alive this aching heart that beats inside is growin silent, ima find a way to fight the perfect storm that brews inside before the waves of self destruction overcome my life n' kill whatever's left inside these lines i write are used find a place to hide a broken mind, a mic an' beat are all i need to to gather up the parts i need to build a place to hold my broken dreams and evil things that seem keen on destroyin me i take a breath, and im blowing it out i need a breather from this stumblin n running around i need a break from all the shit that keeps breaking me down i need a smile but this sadness has frozen my frown cheap beer but numb beats feeling sadness by blowing cig smoke, i've bridged the gap between myself and self destruction night caps, black lungs bothered by the risin sun i feel as though another day is something i cant face and being certain that theres nothing i can do to stop it sucks cuz i've been tryin to put a stop to all my fucking problems running from my thoughts ive found myself on upon a vacant island hidden by a violent sea of conflict that i fear to conquer longing for the will to fight back in spite that, i can not for the life of me, fix whatevers wrong with me and hangin by these lines that i write might be the death of me assuming that i fail to separate myself from misery as im throwing back box wine and pissing out whats left me, im reminsing on a day way back when life had meaning not another dirty morning where im waking up and leaving yeah its sick but i prefer an akward morning over sleeping alone its funny how the people that i knew just called me stone was always rolling on depending where i slept is where i called my home a wood post, some sand bags and sat phones bitching with my sis about the shit my pops is high on or how my moms handling the fact, her boys gone or maybe writing letters to my one although shes moving on i swore the only place that i belonged was in a sad song jotting down the shit that made life the fucking perect storm laughin it off, i take a shot and then i keep on cuz cracking jokes is how this sad clown, keeps his smile on, i never thought that life could be this pathetic but its funny cuz its hard for me to say that i regret it cuz we float on from the curve balls that life throws we move on we keep on, playin our songs, duck left hooks and fight on i never thought that being sad could make me strong but here i stand within the ashes of the shit thats got me moving on .

Story of My Life (prod. by Mixla Production)

No sleep on molly till I hit the pipe and have blue dreams
My heartbeat don't beat right- that beat sucks-so I blow trees
Crossfaded my heartstrings don't strum right
But I proceed to keep playing out my life
Because I only fuck with off-keys
I'd quit rap in a heartbeat if I wasn't feeling knee-deep
In that shit that's got me thinking
Deep depression's out to get me- fuck it
There aint a hook in this beat
There aint a voice inside my broken mind that wants me to sing-
I speak

Plainly put, I write it, rinse and repeat it,
I place my pain inside these lines because I want her to see that
Underneath the fuckin hugging, and kissing is shit I'm keeping
Buried deep beneath the surface that I swore she'd never see
Somehow you did though-
Had the eyes to find the problem was me
Had the ear to hear the shit I spit while gritting my teeth
Had the nose to smell the bullshit on the things I said we'd be
Provided that you stuck around and lemme have you for free
I'm sorry

Plainly put, I wrote some bars for you
Cuz you deserve em
Don't get it twisted- I plan on keeping my distance '
This song is simply addressing the lessons beneath the surface
These verses were written hurting,
Been searching for something different
Thought I found it then I found the fucking problem was me
Made you mine without a problem
While I led you to think
That everything aint what you think
Because I'm ready to leap and undoubtedly committed to my decision
To crown you queen

Drinking Jack right out the bottle
Man, I hate that shit
I'd ask myself, "then why the fuck have I considered
Drinkin it?"
But then again, man what the fucks the point in making sense of this-
I lost my mind around the time depression started creeping in
And since I've left my mind to drift beyond the thought of keeping it
They compliment my shit- Im busy contemplating quitting this
That pain I feel inside returns the  second I begin to spit
This pen has been a friend- this page I scribble on my testament
Invested all my self-esteem with every track I'm fucking with suppose I'm better off with emo rap
Opposed to cut wrist
Sayin "fuck ya'll for the judgment you passed soon as you heard that
Guess ignorance is bliss and I'll be better off with empty rap

I get my rocks off on being lost
Poetic justice provided my name and falling off
defined ironic, get it? Mike Stone hit rock bottom-
Brought a bladder full of wine along so I don't feel nothing
In my world warm wine trumps a cold something
In my fridge I keep these trays lined with nothing
In my mind, Im steady running from the thought
Of getting caught up in this world and becoming a victim of it
Busy running from the fear that I was born to be a grown nothing
Coupled with the pain of depression
I'd paint a picture so vivid of what Im living with
If I could only find the fucking words
That did the justice in explaining my pathetic-ness
It's kinda hard for me to say that Im falling apart
When that implies I was someone from the start ,
So i regress and call it lack of just having a heart
To give a fuck about these things persistantly splitting my scars
Tough love's left it's scar upon my chest
And other people seem to think they always know what's best
But if anybody knows- it's me- how hard depression gets
so with my pen I finally hope to put this aching heart to rest

Test, test.. Is this mic getting the message?
Across to my fellow lost ones- is it effective?
enough to use since I blew half my meager restitution on it
Now I better be heard, be honest, am i on it?
Cause honest, I could really use a break from sipping this box
I think about it- fuck it too late cause I'm already lost
A price to pay to make the rains go away don't wanna paint the world
Another shade of grey.

I'll Just Leave It Here (prod. by Suicidal Illness Productions)

gotta find a way around 
I dont like the sound of that life shit 
wanna skip the part where I work hard
and just live the life that i wanna live 
I wanna run, wanna hide 
wanna seek, wanna find 
wanna threesome 
while they live once and then think twice

Comin' in hot 
kinda hope it’s all the same 
been gone now for not too long 
but then who am I to say?
I went out there, and then back here
with no way to feel the change 
flew over you
and then under her
and then left for outterspace

it started on a bus 
my head down, no looking up
worried I might have just fucked up
as a man stepped on
and stepped to us
it was on
the guns and the bombs
I’d water the lawn,
with the blood of what we were trained to kill,
with a twisted grin, 
and a rifle near
no warning shots- it’s shoot to kill 
you make it back, and then BACK to hell 
oh you're hood rough?
well try helmand in a mine field...
try spooning just to stay warm 
with ur boy, while your girls home
just getting fucked by the same dudes you call cool
and you think my Lord, man, i hope ur real
cuz i feel I've lost control
and i need you, when i kill them, 
for the sake of keeping my soul clean 
and I’m seeing things from no sleep 
cuz demons come when ur feeling weak 
drunk as fuck, stirred mac n’ cheese 
panties hangin’ down round her knees
Waikiki been good to me 
between long stints in that sand sea 
back in forth from a white beach 
to the moon dust where the mines sleep 
my mind just might leave me 
before she will, we’re gonna have to see 
hate kept me warm 
sun’s out with the guns out 
not a metaphor when you’re in a war 
not a fuckboi, but a work horse 
was a hand grenade and the pin’s pulled 
gonna blow first, then later put
this full load through an m4
fast forward…man my voice hoarse 
from memories 
some good friends been taken, and i pain for em
and i pray for them 
and then sin again 
and I look to you to just fill blank 
and then hope to God that I finally find
the right words to show that I’ve found some strength 

coming in hot 
and hope it’s all the same 
been gone now for not too long 
but then who am I to say?
I went out there, and then back here
with no way to feel the change 
flew over you
and then under her
and then left for outterspace

pardon the escape 
had to find a better place 
at the same time no better spot 
than higher than the rain 
still hope it’s all the same
hope I’m not insane
but I look back and I’m worried now 
cause i took her to the brink
junk food on junk food 
bought greens too- called cotton candy 
I found myself some new friends 
since skywalker met king louis 
we dance - fuck it we dance 
took a rain check on my paycheck 
and took the fattest hit of that cherry dog shit 
gone- fuck it Im gone 
what planet we on?
blowing rings of that white keef 
my black lungs just fighting on 
lost- fuck it Im lost 
but a real journey dont need a map 
I've been wandering just to carry on 

coming in hot 
kinda hope it’s all the same 
been gone now for not too long 
but then who am I to say?
I went out there, and then back here
with no way to feel the change 
flew over you
and then under her
and then left for outterspace

Space Marine (prod. by Feelo)

more of that one take shit…
no layers….
one vocal track…
pillow studio….

all the money that i dont got,
all the spots that ill never shop, 
all the cars that I won’t drive,
all of the shit ill never get to buy, 
call me a hater- 
ill call you back at a later time 
before we die 
ill hit u up
and we can count up dimes 
but dont forget to take your total and divide by time
i take the cheaper route 
and higher I climb 
I simply cease to be defined 
in terms of dollars and signs 
so take the lines i just recited too
and place em aside
I got my mind on my money 
but no mind - so never mind
and everything will be fine 
before it’s not -and that’s time 
i've learned to give myself a break 
and just to pay them no mind
but i cant help but laugh a little
watch em wasting their time 
they'll take a minute out for nickels and dimes
and then they talk about the shit that they'll buy
and if they don’t then they lie 
it’s all a front for them to leverage 
what you dont -and they got 
they’ll get you thinking 
that a watch will get you closer to God 
but they don’t talk about the time that they bought 
without thinking
while the weight of their own gold 
got the ship sinking
so ask yourself - what’s the point in the trip?
because apparently to some it’s just the shit they collect 
i never claimed to have an answer 
but i've seen what you get 
when you become a fucking slave to all the dollars and cents
you got it- figured out, right?
and made a little paper-
sacrificed your precious time
in doing others favors 
and made a little extra getting richer off the neighbors
pushing paper in a circle
turning payments into paychecks  
aiming for that higher bracket
just so uncle sam can rape it 
so elated that you’ve made it past the point of making nothing 
you forgot you never made it 
then it’s back to being gracious 
or you made it- then you lost it,
either way- it makes no difference 
he must have lost a lot to get to this 
but he's universe experiencing consciousness 
perhaps a little more than dollar signs and useless shit 
perhaps a little more than overtime the time he's in 
bought the box - not the shit it’s with
but maybe you could be as blind as his wallet is thin
and bottom line, either way we all just play pretend 
and he could never put a price on the time he'll spend

Money & Time (prod. by Beatfella)

weerecks

she thinks what she wants
and i know what i know 
and that’s as informed as we’ll ever be
at least thought so
at least saw so 
when i tip toed
around high hopes 
of being better off 
than being left for dead 
or ending up alone
in her stereo 
lost…
float…
together so high 
so high that we both know
we gotta let go 
just let the fall
decide a landing zone 
think it’s safe to say dont wanna land alone 
vibing hard as we glide along 
and both give away the only piece of us
oh no
shit it’s all good 
if she feels me and I feel her
then we both should 
and we both could  
and we didnt not 
and that's word to fate
from the only spot 
i had to be when i looked at her
and got to see it all 
oh god...
and we carried on because change is constant 
both complicated with the same mindset
both motivated by the same logic 
upset from the outset 
and now flying high over all of it 
she thinks what she wants,
and i know what i know, 
and that’s as informed as we’ll ever be
at least thought so
at least saw so 
when i tip toed
around high hopes 
of being better off 
than being left for dead 
or ending up alone
in her stereo... 
lost…
float…
higher than high 
so high the moon low
we came back around 
we’re making the most 
we orbit globe
looking for love 
remaining alone 
and when the heart wakes
in a different place than a minds' at 
we'll think back
it felt good, now feels bad 
both dip out 
both cut back 
on the back and forth 
that we both share
cuz we cant have 
what we both want 
we both suck, 
we both know it,
we wont regret 
cuz that’s cool, right?
you call me when I grow up
but i won’t long as you cant trust 
or I call you when you've found love
and I've found myself alone 
with a note pad in my rhyme zone 
had a lot to say
but wont mean much 
when the only one that i wanna hear the song's gone
she thinks what she wants,
and i know what i know, 
and that’s as informed as we’ll ever be
at least thought so
at least saw so 
when i tip toed
around high hopes 
of being better off 
than being left for dead 
or ending up alone
in your stereo 
lost…
float…
together so high 
so high that we both know
we gotta let go 
just let the fall
decide a landing zone 
think it’s safe to say dont wanna land alone 
vibing hard as we glide along 
and both give away the final piece of us
oh no...

Lost...Float... (prod. by Scarecrow Beats)

you got my love
got my name on a tray
got the story on play
you got my soul
got the words that i'll say 
when the same world's fucking my day
-okay-
i could keep it to myself right?
stick a plug in my exhaust pipe 
fuck around with a sharp knife
running for the finish line 
hoping that i cut it right

you got my mind 
got the time that i'll waste
with the lines that i place
you trace my thoughts
to the day i said fuck ya'll
and started just flicking u off 
i promise no Gods
or no ethics, it's purely aesthetic
and empty now everything’s gone
with everything robbed
or never being wrong 
i simply cant go back and brush that shit off
it’s meaning for suffering 
and used to find god 
i never found nothing 
but dummies in lines
i prophesize we will get smarter in time 
but dont mistake smarter with better for life
a new model’s needed aint talking no wife
just talking my freedoms a will to take flight 
i never subscribed to a meaning for life 
so subscribe to just chasing that feeling inside 
the good Lord’s gone 
it’s all based on the mind
the subjective nature in all we define 
will lead one to think that they're right 
but the fact is none of us will ever see the light 
the truth is there isn’t one-and slowly i find 
the truth is- embarrassed by sharing my mind 
i'll give you the shell of what one could call life
and then go back to hiding inside of my rhymes 

x2
you got my love
got my name on a tray
got the story on play
you got my soul
got the words that i'll say 
when the same world's fucking my day
-okay-
i could keep it to myself right?
stick a plug in my exhaust pipe 
fuck around with a sharp knife
running for the finish line 
hoping that i make it, 
-right-

I’ve seen a lot 
but got a lot to see 
yet that depends on what the future has in store for me 
but if i die- then let it be 
cause truth be told i got to feel the breeze and sail the sea
I got to fiercely fuck her in the comfort of my sheets 
fearing for our safety as we're serving overseas
I seen the fucking bottom 
and Ive felt the fucking peaks 
popping all that molly as I came inside the crease 
and lord knows
I never knew shit 
but he never knew me
so I best do me 
like a square eats greens
as we watch the world burn 
either way we won’t agree 
we’re just here for minute 
then we’re free 
from the pain
bringing any meaning to your suffering 
the offering is everything for nothing 
you'll run around in circles
getting nothing but the journey 
while convinced that it won’t end when you quit running

you got my love
got my name on a tray
got the story on play
you got my soul
got the words that i'll say 
when the same world's fucking my day
-okay-
i could keep it to myself right?
stick a plug in my exhaust pipe 
or fuck around with a sharp knife
running for the finish line 
hoping that i cut it, 
-right-

You Got (prod. by Juju Diamond)

Lyrics

shit mood, shit attitude
gold’s climbing, was about lose 
I went shorting that 
cause I had to have 
my cake and eat it too
I might Iose $500 and then regroup, 
but on the flip side, I cant lose 
went long back before the bull proved
that bitch woke and my bank boomed 
these big moves might pay off
i dont sell drugs, i aint rick ross
but i'll buy stock then sell stock on the same day and then buy stuff
like a side saddle on a boom stick 
if a dead bitch wanna try something
or a plane ticket to the east coast
so i can hang out with my other brothers
fuck hooks, this is just verse 
I might rap some, but I’ll talk first 
won’t sing much,  prefer reading words
and wont try hard, man i love dirt
head down, dont mind poor
fuck you- you got a land rover 
you dip to work to work 80 hours 
i post up and watch all of morey
flip numbers, dream state, 
fiji water with a nice steak
no kids, feel great, wait i had one it’s named “sleep”
cheap date, freeze frame, fuck that, 
shit stang, back on, full tank, left lane, fuck breaks
priorities ordered, 
i got my cortisol lowered, 
i got my mind on my money, 
i got my ducks in a row 
and we rowing farther and farther 
wont need a cockpit no longer 
I’m on a lake in the water 
i feel a bitter reminder 
I’ve traveled so far 
buy some, sell the top, 
bubble done, 
free lunch, 
I aint found one, 
use a tight stop when i scalp something 
fuck you if i can, son
won’t work for you to seem on one
won’t fund trips for ur grandson 
buy wet shares, and then flip them
own boss, free air, 
my own calls, chose to stay in here 
face the world with my own glare 
I short the top, and like a billionaire
buy shares of my own fear 
double down when my funds clear
my lap top getting hot in here 
and my commission costs are getting higher still 
chump change 
for a quick fill 
life goals wanna stay chill
slop around in my own filth 
and make bank rolls on my own bills
free wind in these white sails

Jus' Short Gold @ $1,300 Feat. Schiff (prod. by Life And Death Productions)

Mixed by Vidal Salcido (Thanks a lot, Brother!)
 

man i hate this rock
lil mammals, lil hair on the top
a lil love, a lil hate
slightly bigger brain
but the worst kind of ape
the problems we face 
we create 
and make no mistake I will make more today 
the difference is I wont remain on that train 
of faking or fronting my way to no grave 
been searching for truth, 
or call it faith 
cuz clearly I’ve lost that some point on my way 
my mission find meaning- not fortune or fame
though hoarding and fucking's the name of this game 
and whatever lie
whatever lie you’ve had to sell yourself
to keep playing in a game that never gave 
a flying fuck about the cards that you were dealt 
now you cant tell 
could this be hell?
what if we were already here would we even know?
try to reconcile 
try to let it go 
and come to grips with everything including 
what you won’t 
I’ll tell you what I won’t
I never never didnt know
I’d rather just confuse you 
with a line i never wrote 
just slurring like my soul
embarrassed and exposed
but once you give a fuck 
you are the freest in the muthafukin room, bitch
just jotting my thoughts- vibing 
I feel some type of way 
but hard to define it
that’s probably why I remain in my room writing 
nights are getting longer been learning to love silence 
but looking for love- and been finding nothing 
consulting all these stories of having and losing something 
got me thinking i was never meant for nothing 
i seen the fucking top but I dont wanna reach the summit 
been sipping on a bottle from the bottom
spitting nothing 
Im probably a problem
but i know you fucking feel it 
I need it more than ever
I’m a junky for the people 
I give you all i got and then i hope that you redeem it
but selling you my soul aint been the plan from the beginning
on the contrary withheld most of what I’m thinking 
now catch me going off and i dont care if you dont feel it 
uncovering the truth behind the bars is what we're doing 
I read it back and think Im going crazy working through it
record it then they tell me - "nah you good you fucking killed it" 
it’s good to know you like it but I’m getting sick of dealing 
in showing you my hand i lose the liberty of bluffing 
and though i cant i never been a fan of rappers fronting
that's probably why i hate em and I hit you all with something 
I’ve hardly said a thing, but know the others saying nothing
and I hardly fucking push and then i cover them in something 
call it real shit
its just a verse, man 
no what i mean is that all i got are just verses man 
with this hand, broke the dam 
since swam
now flowing like the liquid we poor to remain jamming 
just jotting my thoughts 
and i aint a singing man 
but sing it anyway because i can 
i never had lesson 
starting rapping in japan 
recording just for fun
to pass the time is what we’re doing 
I never been a fan or one for seeking restitution 
in telling you I give a fuck 
I hope that one would prove it
and money only worth whatever yellen say we’re doing 
and frankly i could give a fuck about her institution 
i turn it all to gold 
and then i do the same for music 
just jotting down my thoughts 
and like to grove if working through it 
and if i overstep, just understand I didnt do it 
these line are just a side of things 
depending on your choosing 
depending on the day i feel inclined to fucking prove it
and like a said a problem but perhaps if you’ll excuse me 
I find myself bewildered too 
but feel compelled to do it
and never gave a fuck about and ending to my music

Just Jottin' My Thoughts, Vibin' [Vilthy Mix] (prod. by JF Beats)

Better overall quality and mastering thanks to one of ma brothas! Enjoy!


"I needed a cigarette or 2 break to get ma' mind togetha....

I think i’ll float alone 
dont be mistaken 
I’m definitely better on my own
this aint a plea or a pity party 
-a fucking song-
about a man at the point
where he’s learned to mind his own 
business
I aint trippin’
when my dick talks
I dont listen 
since my assets got my ass in a good place
no mistress 
no stress test 
or regress
when I wake up in my own bed 
I feel rested
for the new day to begin again
my mindset’s been
rather be the captain
of my own sinking ship
than an deckhand on the queen marry, bitch 
i guess i'd rather float the ocean than explore your abyss 
man homer nailed it when he warned me bout that siren shit 
but i got my ear buds in
i got my juice n’ gin 
i got my own route set 
i’ll have my own place then 
i got my own vision
and messages in a bottle 
you’ll read em and wanna follow 
but, ill be long gone tomorrow
singing 
yup- I think I'll float alone 
dont be mistaken I’m definitely better on my own 
this aint a plea or a pity party 
the fucking sound 
of breaking free,
let the melody lift me off the ground 
I think I'll float alone 
I think I’ll float alone 
dont be mistaken I’m definitely better on my own 
it aint a plea or a pity party 
a fucking song
about a man at the point where he’s learned to mind his own 
Ive had the wind at my back for about a minute now
Ive had my mind in the clouds with no thoughts of coming down 
i gave no fucks and proved what goes around comes right around 
when right now, i gotta a microphone, 
while he talks to her about leaving town
i gave you my heart and my soul and my speech 
and yet left wondering 
if you remember me 
when time leaves but memories 
heart beats mean slow bleeds 
now love took whats left of me 
i think ill float alone 
don’t be mistaken I’m definitely better on my own 
it aint a plea or a pity party a fucking song
about a man at the point where he’s learned to mind his own
mission 
i aint tripping
when my soul speaks 
i might listen 
write it down, and then record it, 
impartial how they receive it
been mirroring how I’m feeling 
you’re blessed if you never felt this
but freedom has got its perks 
that's a message between my verses
yes
i gave you my heart and my soul and my speech 
and yet left wondering 
why it’s hard to breathe
guess life itself be end of me 
a twist of fate called irony might visit me 
when i soundly sleep 
i think ill float alone 
don’t be mistaken I’m definitely better on my own 
this aint a plea or a pity party a fucking song
about a man at the point where he’s learned to mind his own

Steam from the Kettle

Think I'll Float Alone [Vilthy Mix] (prod. by Tellingbeatzz)

Weire-ix

went floating by
she caught me on the corner of “really" and "wonder why"
in a world so big it seems the universe will try
to shed light on the things
that we’d rather hide 
coincidence or something more
cant help but wonder 
when caught between the rain and the rolling thunder 
and if only for a second i was feeling better 
it went beyond a glance and said i never could forget ya
the pressure- oh the pressure to wish that i never met ya 
heart'll skip a beat but maybe wish it would kill me
love is fucking pain they tell me but glad I held ya 
and that’s was just a dream now only left to remember
and i am not your man but a memory 
in another fucking time you were next to me
it’s funny how a little time changes everything
a little change, little time, ruins everything 
i wish i had a lot of both before the boat sinks
since more of a bad thing’s a good thing 
quite clearly, like heart strings, you play me, 
I play you, on repeat, been dreaming, the same thing 
I think that I’ve lost what it means to stay me
remain free
take it from me- love has been the reason that I sank 
it led me from the shallows, 
tied an anchor to my feet 
love- a four letter word for “been in too deep"
or for “catch and release” 
or for “I can’t breathe”
when you pass me on the street
felt the bottom of the sea 
pressing down on me 
under pressure I cant- but i’ll sing
I cant- but i try to fucking breathe 
went passing by, 
caught me on a wave of “really” and “wonder why”
with the moon so big it seems the universe will try 
to get tides to collide at a certain time
coincidence or something more- can’t help but wonder 
when caught beneath the waves and the rolling thunder 
and if only for a second wasn’t going under 
it went beyond a swim and said I never could forget ya 
the pressure oh the pressure to wish that i never met ya 
heart’ll slowly sink, but maybe wish it would kill me
love is fucking pain they tell us but glad I held ya 
and that’s was just a dream- now only left to remember
and I am not your man but a memory, 
in a another fucking time you were next to me 
funny how a little time ruins everything
a little change little time ruins everything

Steam from the Kettle 

Atlantis [Vilthy Mix] (prod. by Hevy)

woah…
ohhh piece of candy..

woah….
when money flow
I woke this morning with dollars filling my boat
and will i need a bigger net?
i think ya already know
been fishing gold off the bottom for more 
been getting lost in the stops 
it’s a party in here  
but like a pig
smile too big- get slaughtered for yours
you cut a corner and you cut the cord
between the only hopes you ever had at making more
than any other fucking manager you're slaving for
i got my own fucking system that I’m working for
it’s paying me to count my own fucking money tho
it’s kinda funny how this money’s an illusion bro
i broke the mutha fuckin game so i'm back for yours 
but if i ever had an ego then i'll leave it at the door 
when “certainty" will kill you when playing out in that road 
before i learned to stack bread I had to touch the stove 
yeah i was just a young man
losing half my net worth to some cuck with the 401K 
and a pay plan 
for all the debt that he took for the same damn chance 
that’s the bank man 
difference is 
shit - he’s working for a paycheck 
i dont need a fucking boss
I need a basement 
where i can a hit a tight stop, 
money came quick
call my own, 
fuck a middle man
I’m going in 
my laptop is hot a fuck 
yeah- that’s the feeling of money filling my cup
the buzzing sound was the sound of the starting gun 
if the volume turned up, and the music still on
then we'll dance till that music stops
been sclaping nickles
fuck a penny for your thoughts 
i bought the fucking bull 
never let it buck me off
and now I’m getting lost in the sauce 
on the next MACD cross 
when money flow 
I woke this morning with dollars filling my boat
and will i need a bigger net?
i think ya'll already know
been fishing DUST off the bottom for more
been shorting gold off the top- 
it’s getting bloody in here 
but like a bitch- cover too quick - get slaughtered by fear
you cut a corner and you cut the cord 
between the only hopes you ever had at making more 
than any other fucking manager you're working for
i got my own fucking system that I’m pullin' for
it’s paying me to count my own fucking money, tho
it's kinda funny how this money’s an illusion bro
and yeah man it comes and it goes 
the silver lining redefining moving dollars and gold 
bull markets are the author of bears and bears- bulls
off the bottom i will buy before selling and going short  
yo…..
then money don’t 
i called it wrong and i chose to remain short 
or called it right but that timing just aint yours
and took a minute to miss it and payed for it
what a waste of my capital 
shit -my time
never thought that id pay to lose and lose my mind 
never thought id give a piece of my pie 
again to chcukle fuck bank, banking on lies

A Just Verse

When Money Flow (prod. by Feelo)

would right now be the right time?
I know it’s been a fucking minute since my watch died  
I knew I need a little light for these darker nights 
been sick of tripping’ and falling, 
I need my mind right
yeah- I see it all so clear now
this last year's been a fall from a break down 
from 4 or forty - which would you rather fall?
and rock bottom that aint real at all
what i had was mud underneath me
with lower to go 
and love would be my savior? -nah sinking me slow 
I been just a wet match in a dark cave with no where to go 
i wanted warm they served it cold
and there was never road 
man, i felt it on my soles 
feet raw, wondering how farther i can go 
humping for that finish line so i can drop this load
I’ve never given up, even when I’m going low
I’ll write and record it, let a muthafucka know 
that i was never in control, man I was never in control 
whether fast, whether slow
whether flows or gets stuck at a fork in the road 
I'll let you know, I'll let you know
that i was never in control
I just can not know 
just went with my flow 
and I’ve learned to let go
been falling but falling is flying I hope 
if flying is leaping and praying you float
what’s next? 
will he work for the man?
or will he work for a friend?
will he ride for himself?
will he roll to the end?
will he grow like a man?
will he fold like a fan?
that you hold in ur hand 
will he handle that business
or hold out his hands?
was that up to him?
he does what he can
but doing is nothing but folding his hand
folding is waiting to lose in a bit
going all in- better double his chips 
make one, two
better lance his shoes 
double his rent 
better triple his moves 
fucked in the head
but what can he do?
just keep all that bullshit outside of his room?
fuck it- he'll fuck em right back- what’s the use? 
dick's in you, or you fuck back- chose 
bringing a dumpster 
he’s bringing a broom
I’ll Ieave it you to fill in what they’ll do 
you take out his trash
he'll show you his room
you sit on his ace and he’ll play you a tune 
you bring him the sun, 
he'll show you the moon
we sharing a planet where all of it moves 
but what’s next? 
will he work for the man?
or will he work for a friend?
will he ride for himself?
will he roll to the end?
will he grow like a man?
will he fold like a fan?
that you'll hold in ur hand 
Is he destined for greatness or not?
He’s just saying- What’s the plan? 
would right now be the right time?
I know it’s been a fucking minute since my watch died  
I knew I need a little light for these darker nights 
been sick of tripping’ and falling, 
I need my mind right
yeah- I see it all so clear now
this last year's been a fall from a break down 
from 4 or forty -so which would you rather fall?
and rock bottom that aint real at all

Hooks

From Four or Forty (prod. by Tower Beatz)

I woke up on a cloud 
guess ill levitate 
let it ride through the morning rain
feeling great
no job, but the job gig might wait 
gotta a lotta doors open 
but dont wanna take em  
a day comes when the clock just breaks, right?
find a pattern in the meantime, stack mine 
step across like a valley full of land mines 
where I sweat a lot and spent a lota hard time
gold chains made of bullets on a front line
a SLAP round about as much as much as your tint fine
catching bodies that’s some cute shit
count mine
never mind i dont front- I’m a grown man
skating on the thin ice
promised i won’t play nice 
fucked you on the first night
but love will be- yeah love will be 
the only thing i’ll think twice 
especially after midnight
especially after midnight 
when nothing good ever seemed to happen after 
suppose it took a beat of the heart 
to find the meaning, I'll divide it, while I pick it apart 
mix the words with the sounds
calling all of this out 
I found a formula for cleaning my house
simple green, simple grind, never scrubbing me out
i had a meeting with my maker so I’m writing em now 
would he redeem me if i told him that I doubted him now?
I guess the shit that I’ve experienced a part of me somehow
the dust settled but the resolution never came
repeated dreams meant probably I went insane 
try to buck the fucking pattern, make a pattern change
that’s a fool’s game, fool’s gold- alchemy 
and ill admit it, be the first to say talk is cheap 
what’s it take to be the bigger man you asking me?
I'll admit it, 
and repeat that kinda talk is cheap 
whats it ever cost for you
to get the best of me?
and what about us?
a topic that I swore I wouldnt touch? fuck it 
i would understand if both of us weren’t feeling nothing 
on the contrary in reality been falling 
and woulda caught you if I hadn’t fallen faster for ya
gone…
chased me in a fall
you followed me, I’ll take you to the bottom of my heart 
corny as a hallmark card,
shit you had me so messed up
up and up, you set me up so nicely from the start
for a fall
suppose it takes a bounce of the heart 
to find the meaning, I'll divide it, while I pick it apart 
mix the words with the sounds
calling all of this out 
I found the formula for breaking it down 
simple terms
words are numbers and I’m counting you out 
I had a dream i was loved
but I’m waking up now
and had a word for the past 
so I’m putting it down 
I woke up on a cloud 
guess ill levitate 
let it ride through the morning rain
feeling great
no job, but the job gig might wait 
gotta a lotta doors open 
but would rather kick em in

Cloud (prod. by Feelo)

i aint made a hit
but if you'd listen- well that’s great 
i guess I’m saying what I’m saying 
may it never sound the same 
i took your chorus to the brain 
but then i flushed it down the drain 
too much to say
too much to think 
too much to drink
just let me stray
just hear me stray
I never knew format
fuck AABA 
consider me only with words I might say
if judging me solely through rules that I’ll break 
well then it’s safe to say you’ve missed me, your mistake 
im mis-took, squared that with a looped hook 
nah- fuck that i’ll flow through 
this rhyme book spits new school 
i'll change you- thus change rules 
you let them and they’ll break you 
won’t let them
I'll stay true to me, 
ya'll just stay you
and never knew format 
fuck AABB
fuck out my face 
i can’t care what ya'll think
i might just spill some, excuse me
own actions confuse thee
what’s careless when care free? 
has been the theme since ya’ll first heard me
dont mix it with having known me
just steam from the kettle blowing 
three sides to the coin you throwing 
i'll land on my edge and show em
I’m rolling out, never folding 
I’m holding out for my moment 
i’ll double down, make another
7 more and that’s a million 
but money’s just an illusion 
this vehicle that we're using 
to race to the end for what again?
funny thing, how the money makes a shitty man 
so much faster than a gun the hand
why make a scene when he’ll just take it from your pension or you kids again? 
or better yet whats the divey on that REIT again?
i think I’ll gamble cause the yeild i get for saving aint shit 
keeping up with the money that they print is a fool's errand 
borrowing a billion as close to zero they let him 
then stuffs it up his ass, bragging how he made a million 
then spends it fast enough to say honey i think we made it
what a dream
what a game for the home of the free
and fuck the brave let em die for shit that I need 
I wanna see what I wanna see so please mind me 
and take your truth round the corner, man just leave me be
dont hate the player, hate the game
far as i can see, 
It's just board, you can roll 
or you can watch me eat 
the music’s on so i recommend you best not sleep 
a 1 percent, warming up with the world they fleece
your money’s an illusion so stop talking bout it
it comes and goes while they printing more 
shit, we're losing value
invest yourself and deprecate it
then sell that salvage 
you’d put your money to work
instead just work for money 
that bank account was just loaned back out 
to buy some cuck his house 
so chasing cash was a liability in itself

A Jus' Verse 

Jus' Hear Me Stray (prod. by Feelo)

am I supposed to be a better man?
am i supposed to be a better man?
well what’s better by the way?
I'd have you explain it much better
but better just came back to play... 
and i aint here to play games 
nor am i here to complain
i just came for the cheap champagne and the soul food
filling up my plate 
but will i ever be a better man?
well what’s that man like?
if by clipping my phone to my left or my right side 
then i guess i could try, 
does wearing a watch mean i value our time?
is posture important?
if so, i’ll mind mine
if paying my bills really getting me somewhere 
then ill pay em on time  
but there’s yet to be an us 
guess I’m yet to feel too much 
with the glass half full, 
last half flows over, 
I'll hope all said and done
guess I'm yet to find love, 
although i think I might know her, 
with the show half done 
act 1 went well, till the second he left her 
so there’s yet to be an us 
save for ashes and dust 
scattered sticks in the breeze
where the wind set fire 
and the flames grew up 
where things were the way that they were till they weren’t 
promises burned with the lessons we've learned 
all in the name of the one who reminds us why we cant love
when there’s yet to be an us 
so i probably can’t say much 
on the ground where the garden of our love once grew
I'll sing in the mud 
feelings they'll come and they go like the sun 
one full lap where I never saw one
tried it but the darkness doesnt warm me like her light does 
but there’s yet to be an us 
guess I’m yet to feel too much 
with the glass half full, 
last half flows over, 
I'll hope all said and done
guess I'm yet to find love, 
although i think I might know her, 
with the show half done 
act 1 went well, till the second he left her 
am i supposed to be a better man?
well what’s better by the way?
I'd have you explain it much better
but better just came back to play... 
and i aint here to play games 
nor am i here to complain
i just came for the cheap champagne and soul food
filling up my plate 
but will i ever be a better man?
well what’s that man like?
if by clipping my phone to my left or my right side 
then i guess i could try, 
does wearing a watch mean i value our time?
is posture important?
if so, i’ll mind mine
if paying my bills really getting me somewhere 
then ill pay em on time  
but there’s yet to be an us 
guess I’m yet to feel too much 
with the glass half full, 
last half flows over, 
I'll hope all said and done
guess I'm yet to find love, 
although i think I might know her, 
with the show half done 
act 1 went well, till the second he left her

Better (prod. by Jurrivh)

well what we trying do?
was it me or was it you 
I think we never had a clue 
was it something that we said 
cuz we dont know what we dont know 
and that's dangerous 
shout rumsfeld 
said that once
but I hate him still 
are you a neocon?
or better put when you flip on the news 
who's dick you on?
are u that left wing nut job 
or right wing turbo cuck, 
no middle ground, 
both sides have been polarizing
searching for the truth from the opposite sides of nothing, yeah 
kinda funny when it’s true 
well….so what we gonna do 
if we never had a clue 
i think we never had a clue 
was it something that we said
cuz we don’t know what we don’t know
and thats so much 
my only wish i didnt know enough 
to know i dont know 
petty flow,
but stays afloat
navigating on my own
dont rock my boat, again
a heavy load might sink
like my middle name was stone
if you didnt, now you know 
that aint my middle name 
my middle name been 
“I dont give a flying fuck at all”
so michael “i dont give a flying fuck at all” stone 
tell me what you working on 
both sides have been aggravating 
pushing their agendas onto the other side of nothing, yeah 
kinda funny when it’s true 
well…so what we gonna do 
when we never had a clue 
i think we never had a clue 
was it something that we said 
cuz we dont know what we dont know 
and that’s everything 
i think i know what i know 
it’s next to nothing 
something came and went
like the seasons 
they kept changing, 
spinning on my axis 
precession mean change coming

Unkown Unknowns [C-Span Neocon sample] (prod. by Young Taylor)

(Hook By Alex M. Brinkley- Beat by Jurrivh)

Take what you want, want from me
Wait, don't let go
Say how you feel cuz I never ever know 


only good enough to use before was thrown out
barely strong enough to finish- till it went down
love aint nothing but a trip, 
i think ill go now
back to me, myself, and i
back to being alone now 
home was just a word 
i have found 
so where is home now? 
fill my empty spaces with words 
before we break down
they tell me grief is love with nowhere to go
think i know now 
and every time I've slammed on the gas 
i shoulda slowed down 
but what goes around comes back around, 
which explains,
the who, what, where, when, why, and hows
I call this running in place 
couldn’t bring myself to let go
so fell on my face
more I change 
more Im staying the same 
but then again at any second 
we might call it a game 
only problem if that happen 
less of us will remain 
only hope is we aint struggle in vain 


Take what you want, want from me
Wait, don't let go
Say how you feel cuz I never ever know 


trace a thought with a pen and a pad 
eyes read (red?) from the words and memories of our past
i'll consult this empty bottle
while the weight on my back 
been growing too much to hold up
been dead like this jack 
and fucks your map, kids 
lost implies I’m trying to get back 
while in fact, 
dont hold your breath
dont hold your breath 
won’t hold my breath
I call this running in place 
kinda makes it hard to keep going 
if fighting to breathe 
an’ while i dream 
bout what it takes to be a better me
i doubt ill wake up in time to make it reality 
kinda funny how falling feels like you're flying 
funny how running just leaves you tired 
funny how a song can can be born from an awkard silence
it funny how a melody and memory are pretty much the same thing 
funny things, funny dreams, all thats left of me
it’s funny how nothing could get the best of me

 
Take what you want, want from me
Wait, don't let go
Say how you feel cuz I never ever know

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