PRINCE.
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relapse (feat. yun jayy)

brokie (feat. yun jayy)

firearm

beauty is yours.
wanted to experiment with new sounds for you all to hear.
specials thanks to all producers who helped with this projects creation. 
thank you all for waiting.
i love you all so very much.

made with love, by melodyfiend <3

credits
melodyfiend - vocals, mixing and mastering
qwerty, jay, tx, duwop - instrumentations
jssr - partial homage/inspiration for track 6's chorus

voice (jay)

feel nun (jay)

hunnids (t + duwop)

lick (qwerty)

calls (qwerty)

prod jork

lyrics
i cant fw lame hos
like im sosa i go bang ho
yea im w ur bitch
n she give me dumb throat
run up we gon dump bro
yea i jus hit a lick on yo whole gang
and this bitch she runnin back but i cant change
got that kel-tec on me n it got range
and i got aim
got that choppa on my hip hit u broad day
i could never lack bitch yea i keep them macs n ks
yea countin up them chips yea im countin pape
id be lyin if i said that i had missed u
i cant fw nobody i got issues
yea the trap hot
yea them packs hot
push that trackhawk
get ur mans gone
hop up n i go
u is not my bro
move it onna low
im like what they on

lick 2

prod glumboy

lyrics
she say that she love me thats a lie
we cant go back now but well i tried
this gas got me paranoid yea im fried
yea im posted w my gang w my guys
that boy steady talkin crazy what he talkin bout
gotta focus onnat bread gotta count it out
yeah new pack method got that new route
i got the racks on me
he want a feat he payin the fee
taurus on me it got a beam
i got uc on my tee
yea u get fried if i run up
yea pussy boy u hidin keep that gun up
bullets goin thru the barrel like a tunnel
yea
tec-9 make u float
i hadda jugg him yea he cope
yea i pull up w soldiers

prod qwerty aizeksync

lyrics
yea i cannot fw these lames ong
i cannot fw no cops ong
yea hollow rounds hit his top
i jus curve these broads
that boy slid now hes gone
gen 5 it got a mod
i fell in love w her body
yea these boys steady copy
imma jus cop me a rari
yea im off that wock
i cannot feel on my legs
i hadda get me a glock
i jus be poppin they heads

broad feat uno

prod jay
luxurious soon

lyrics
i was posted inna trap w that glock 40
yea i cant fw them they too phony phony
arp on hip and i tote it tote it
imma freestyle ts ian wrote it wrote it
i think that were complicated
i count racks up on the daily yea i fuckin make it
i think that im slackin lately
but really think im goin up
uh ruger 57 yea he outta luck
she wanna be w me ian cuffin nun
innat trackhawk and im steady lane cuttin

phony

prod tem

lyrics
he not up like me
keep that gun on me
stick up in my jeans
push to start no keys
i put wock up in my cup fill this shit w mud
i like cannot fw broke boys yea they count no huns
brand new glock its two tone
yo girl im gon goon on 😭
ion rock no pumas
i only rock them new rocks
like on god i cant wear that shit
i be posted in some prada told her take my flicks
i fell in love with the mac10
walk w a drac thru the back turn em to past tense
i jus moan on beats and count the paper up
i be sippin mud out this double cup
yea dumbass boy wont hit shit
with that arp
i put holes in shirts like a (n)ine tee
im like what bitch
yea you want me 
i jus smoke that pack hit em damn trees
yea i count up
count that money
yea he cant count it up he not melodyfiend

prod silo

lyrics
yea im going up you cant stop me
i jus made ur rent off a hobby
yea im posted in the trap keep that glocky
hadda focus on that bread change the topic
yeah i do what i want
i jus get that bread and im dipping out
yea i keep that stick lets see what he bout
yea n she lovin me she put it in her mouth
hollon yeah
im in the nfl this pack made touchdown
ride around w glocks yea he goin down
i jus take a p*rc im mad asf cuz i cant get what i want
dont forget im the prince i get what i want 
i get fly as fuck get clothes i want
yea im too pretty get girls i want
ha im like i won
i stay posted w that stick im gon blam sum
i tell crazy stories like im the grandson
i get pape he got none
i got racks i got tons

i get what i want

prod xangang

lyrics
yeah my glock it got a ruler
smoke that pack yeah im too high
im on go go go
yeah this bitch she like "you mine"
chase that bag ion got time
outside w my troops
i might tint the coupe
keep that ruger thats my tool
ion rock no 22 no no no
i might pass out off that wock
i buy sticks and he ain got guns
p*rcy got me dumb as fuck
glock 9 put you in some crutches
i tote sticks he ain rushing
my shoota walk down n you done
and yo girl she wanna have sex
walk in saks i pop them tags
and this draco hit his head
and that boy gone now
i pull up puff that gas im like woosah
i pull up inna uh huh
pulled out the racks she like "oh yeah"
lil bitch ion know yah

woosah

qwerty 2

prod jadon

lyrics
smokin on that gas yea its strong asf
count the racks up inna benz u cant be like us
yea u fuckin w the gang u get turned to dust
and the mac it came w clips it gon hit u up
yea this girl hit my phone im like "bitch shut up"
that boy wanna test me im like "try ur luck"
throw these racks out to the gang yea we goin up
yea im sippin too much codeine i cant kick the cup
the mf drank thats in my cup
u said u love them guns well bitch youll kiss a slug
in france im eating slugs
in a scat u on the bus
undercover jeans got the jacket w the fur
my girl she my chauffeur
im like whats the word
like rino i fly w the birds
put them fits on like im turd
shotty to ur face like kurt
bitch im ballin out like curry
you get buried
yea my cup is filled with mud shit get murky
she wantin melodyfiend yea she lurkin
on my page n shit
yea she asian
in that trackhawk bitch im racin
got the k's in it
tote them black and tan sticks we not racist
yea im smokin loud pack yea im faded
freebrill out that cage paid his bail n shit

bail

geeked

crit

fraud (feat. caliyon)

lawn (feat. caliyon)

so long

prod qwerty

lyrics
they was talkin down we brought em sticks out
feds be on my ass i got a different route
like im remi bands im a fuckin soja
yea this opp pack strong i finna roll one
and these boys they act like hoes think they know us
and these racks they cant fold up
stick got a cold hunnid
if u tryna roll on me
fur on me like a calico
qwerty movin packs shi comin in from mexico
glock-19 pop ur ass jus like a can of coke
yea im countin up these racks but im steady fiending for some more
that boy he talkin down like get ur racks up
yeah that boy he talkin down he better back up
this draco got kickback
goodfellas u can get whacked
count like 20 up in the trap
got that glock its compact
yea ran off w ur pack
u not him and thats a fact
im in neimans poppin tags
finna pop out in all black
2 shots thats a wrap
finna pull up inna scat
take his ass off the map
smokin gas it got me faded
30 round mags
hit u in ur shit bitch
bitch im ridin round w a full clip
cuttin all the bullshit
mac-10 get u gone quick

calico

star

walk

move on

prod i forgot atm

lyrics
i knew she was the one
hollow points hot like sun
i jus be juggin they funds
i jus be countin them hunds up
yeah bae dont leave me
bae do not leave me
i be steady takin drugs i cant see shit
yea and we not cool like that cant get no feat shit
in that trackhawk and i speed it
i cannot fw no lames no
i count the cheese queso
i got sticks halo
run em down let ks blow
she wanna do it like bang bros
hittin from all angles
im blowin up main goal
dont come round me u lame bro
i might go hop in that wraith hoe
ysl ride w a draco
she cant be my main hoe
real vamp got fangs hoe
new stick it got range
new bitch she my main
she pretty look at her face
she bad do what i say
catch an opp catchin a fade
run his ass broad day
tote the uzi like an exchange
off a perc cant think
g19 go bang
asian hoe she my bae
extended rulers clips hang
chop bullets hit his face

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