"HEADRUSH"

Big dope got me feelin like I’m Deebo on stilts
All white whip, lookin like a kilo on wheels
White bitch off the keto, got me grinnin ear to ear 
Sly sliding down Pico, deep throat, she a ostrich
Her neck longer than a 5K
Barely made it home & now I’m crawlin up the driveway
Couple wolves ain’t never seen Wall Street
Somethin in the wall, hear the dark spirits call me 
My existence got you livid, & it’s worse because 
I’m rappin bout the shit I’m livin that you never did, I get it
I just had a 4-course with the orcas
I was slidin state to state & wasn’t in a tour bus
I pray I never see the day my feet & the floor touch
Won’t slip on banana peels like these Curious Georges
I can’t give out the recipe, none of this shit is store-bought
You actin like you new to life & I done lived 4 ‘um

Red rum, 10 blunts, get a headrush
Put a couple Bens up, I could pull a Benz up
Message sent, but I never said none
Nothin is forever but Imma live forever 

That Exxon exotic & I got it
Never felt the Benjamin when it fell outta my pocket
2-tone soul, same color scheme as the Yin Yang
Con mi ese de este de LA
He sip yak, flip packs, twist thrax
Don’t ever let a rim get scratched, knockin Tre 6 in a 6 Tre
Ain’t slept at my address since I was sellin mid, 11th grade
Throwin up the W & rollin up them Better Dayz
Yellin fuck pigs like Pac would
Right hand a ghost, so let’s not get on the wrong foot
Right hand to God, you can get chalked & not know
Mondo low, down, dirty & he talk good
Only got static with the man in the mirror
It’s a man in the middle, then he get chopped
Don’t giggle, I ain’t Chris Rock, in the spot
Backpacks on like the shit hip-hop, but it is not 

Red rum, 10 blunts, get a headrush
Put a couple Bens up, I could pull a Benz up
Message sent, but I never said none
Nothin is forever but Imma live forever

"HEADRUSH"

STREAM

HEADRUSH

PARADISE

Be on swivel for the delivery
(Roger that)
 All my conversations got commas in them
Call me confidential, I’m crawling away
(From any consequence)
Brain on the racks, not these thots, gossip or followers
You talkin thrax, you might catch
(A follow back)
What would they be without all my energy?
I like pussy, but I do not like
No motherfucking copycats 
I gotta wash these dollars, where the laundromat?

Heavy the head that wear this crown
Pounds heavy, shit, I’ll carry em, ain’t never glaring down
Petal house to Beverly gala, switching my whereabouts
Everybody staring at me like I’m finna air it out
I pull the mask down
Another mask under it
Them bloodhounds back out
Laugh ‘cause they can’t muzzle us
I took the trash out
Them dirty bands coming in
The man in the mirror trying not to let the past fuck with him

I put this shit off for the longest
I slipped up, got lost in the moment
But just for a moment
I must see shit, touch it & hold it
I just trust hoes far as I can throw them
My eyes just rolled back, slowed the motion
I let go, I’m not who control this

Wait
Nobody ever set me out a plate, I had to take shit
Away
Something feeling really out of place, break shit on the table, erase this
Pain
Nobody ever set me out a plate, I had to take shit
Nobody ever set me out a plate, I had to 

I put this shit off for the longest
I slipped up got lost in the moment
But just for a moment
I must see shit, touch it & hold it
I just trust hoes far as I can throw them
My eyes just rolled back, slowed the motion
I let go, I’m not who control this

Wait
Away 
Pain
Away
Wait

"WET FLOOR!"

STREAM EVERYWHERE

WET FLOOR!

(RIP 16 & MUSHROOM MITCH)

This vehicle clean, on the outside
This bitch only evil, on the inside

I been fried, thinking how am I here but Mitch died?
Cried the day that Dylan did, sometimes I wish we switched lives
Was shaving fins off the sides of the fish like it’s 
A fish fry, my bitch get zip-tied
If I get in some bullshit, sell the whip for ten-five
Put four free zips in a figure-four, got four figures out it
(Hey, kids, be just like this guy!) I wake up everyday, take a piss & get high
They fall face-first, yeah, I slip, but get by
Plug in the woods, quarter-ton, long blicks & big knives (agh)

This vehicle clean, on the outside
And this bitch only evil, on the inside

I’m inclined to keep it on an incline
Was outside with the 8ths, now inside a thick 9 is where my dick slide
Think with my gut, bitch, speak from my soul
Seeds blooming, trees grow, Moon reap what he sow
My face stuck to this wood like Christmas wreaths on the door
OG, clothes reek from the load
Oh, geez, oh, well, can’t walk through hell with cold feet
Fuck a cell, I don’t talk on cells, I don’t speak
Seashells by my feet
Never had to eat a shell
Thank God daily I ain’t a shell of the old me
My black book full of rottweilers
My Backwood full of Scott Steiner
Forgot my lighter, homie got a white one, I’m alright, dog
These pussies hatin, but my backyard look a lot nicer

Playing with fire, blades on the tires
Twin bitches chopping rice, think they Jason & Myers
Mondo drop the window & he let his left arm hang
Neighborhood wave at their favorite supplier

paranoira

WISH WE SWITCHED LIVES

Right hand hold somethin,’ left hand doesn’t know what
It’s probably a couple racks in the wall, behind the poster
Right hand hold somethin,’ left hand doesn’t know what
It’s probably a couple racks in the wall, behind the poster

Biscotti fumes got me skipping over the moon
I’m in a Dickie’s suit pinching Gorilla QP’s in your living room
I been a goon
Roof went Houdini, went & concealed the ceiling
Red light on hittin’ at the crib ‘cause bitches boost
(I still beat) I’m beatin’ biscuits out the district
Smokin’ killer Zkittlez, skull sizzle on a skillet
Her skull goin’ schizo, swear she got a killer skillset
My denim is imprinted with Benjamin’s little shit grin (agh) Fuck humble, fuck modest Tryna run through the grotto & puff jungles, fuck models
Blow my lungs out, blunt stuffed with gun powder
Thumb $100,000, get my dick sucked in plush houses (agh) The motor of European descent
Motorola, 2014 with the gremlins
I killed the pussy, I refuse to grieve or repent
Bitches sleep with the enemy, when they speak I listen (yeah) I fucked the Earth & I barebacked it
Moon used the pitch-black backdrop for an air mattress (woo)
Don’t care about self-care, just bought a care package
Grabbing on my hair, think gravity just threw the stairs at me

Right hand hold somethin,’ left hand doesn’t know what
It’s probably a couple racks in the wall, behind the poster
Right hand hold somethin,’ left hand doesn’t know what
It’s probably a couple racks in the wall, behind the poster

"IN THE WALL, BEHIND THE POSTER"

IN THE WALL, BEHIND THE POSTER

You either be about it or you read about it 
(Extra, extra! Read all about it!) He hit sweet licks & people sour
Ring finger like the only one without a ring around it
Really, really ‘bout shit for real, I don’t even think to Tweet about it
So when I do sleep, I sleep the soundest (ugh)
x2

She soaking like a sink or swimming hole
Moon do that bitch like the sun does snow
Smoking sticky while she suck my soul
Seeing other motherfuckers suffer slow
Another somethin’ sold, sack sommersault
I would swallow slugs ‘fore a slut gets shown love
The source a secret, I just shrug & sulk
Never sunk the ship, this shit is skull & bones (agh)
It was no food in the house, still had sandwich bags
I’m sliding through Mojave desert hoping that this load don’t break the camel’s back
Half the shit was straight, how imma manage that?
Shake ‘em down, let him know my money got a man attached
He was quick to forget ’til he slipped & he fell & his head hit cement (agh)
Shirt ain’t got a collar, but I keep shit mafia
3.6 wood stuffed, blow like tommy guns
I can’t talk until the laundry done
Can’t fuck with you, lil’ birdie told me something
Old school, my youngest custy 41
‘cuz these fucking children never drive the limite & they shaking when they get pulled over once (agh)
The system built to beat us up
Beat it at least once 
I pray he get from A-Z, 1008 g’s a ki
1000 dollars make a g, but don’t make a g
I could make 1000 dollars, next day nothing, 
Feeling like the same day to me
Don’t bring 1000 dollars ‘round me, ain’t shit sweet
Still

You either be about it or you read about it 
(Extra, extra! Read all about it!) He hit sweet licks & people sour
Ring finger like the only one without a ring around it
Really, really ‘bout shit for real, I don’t even think to Tweet about it
So when I do sleep, I sleep the soundest (ugh)
x2

"RINGLESS FINGER"

RINGLESS FINGER

(Ha)
You the only one inside the box when you dropping out the box
And you the only one inside the box on the day that coffin drop, damn
Think about it
That mean I came alone, I’m finna leave alone
I got tripped with sticks, got beat with stones
Death is of the tongue so I’ve been speaking low
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
 It’s a icy world, it want me erased, but I’m the same boy that mama raised for it
(On God)
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Got a money demon on my shoulder sayin’ “I double dare you, send them motherfuckers airborne”
(Where?)
 This new bitch trippin’ like she lickin’ a white square
But she know of a place that I can triple the price at
Bitin’ my fingernails while I sit on a flight there
The feds like Freddy, they’ve been giving me nightmares
Only fearing them & God
Hoping God keep them on an empty trail
I ain’t tryna listen to my celly’s tales
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
(I got)
 Way, way too many cell phones, it’s looking like I sell phones or worse
What do you do for work? 
(Uhh)
What’s a smooth way to say I’ve been hittin' curbs with the work?
Shit, I learned from the dirt
The Earth is my turf, when you count that first 10, it’s for sure a rebirth
Had to go sleep & wake up again just to know it’s real
Fill the fronto full of Holyfield and grab whatever potion near so I can shake the ‘noia feel
Don’t know if it’s just the weed or if they coming for me
But if it wasn’t just me, that’s a good enough reason to be sittin’ up in luxury this motherfucking uncomfortably
(Ahh) 

Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?
Para-para-noia, paranoia, what you scared for?

NUDE

prod. Mondo the Moonrock

OPEN.
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mixed & mastered by Believe
artwork by Jake Reeves

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Still Spinning [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

Disappear (ft. Anthony Jones) [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

1000 (ft. Uncle Juju) [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

Veil [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

Vice Versa [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

"ALL IN MY HEAD" OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO:
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prod. Mondo the Moonrock

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All In My Head (ft. Bat Boy Bankie)

Pure [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

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Lust [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

Overcoat [prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

(prod. spike malice)

She ain’t anywhere close to my radar
Fuck an A&R, my partner in here with an AR
Andale, andale, mami EI
For the fiat I stuff the trunk of the Fiat
Sock Knot Shawty ever since I was a knee-high
I’m in the Bronx, 2 to the chest like Jeter
Don’t wanna use Paypal, Cashapp or Greendot
Middle fingers up to the C.I.A.
Aye
Cross AI like AI
The hoodie up, hand to hand swappin in the day time 
Them boys off of Peachtree thought the shit was sweet, got the Cherry Pie took & I heard it through the grapevine,
Don’t say my name like Destiny’s Child
Tree high
The first pull fire, pull it back, gotta rewind
My old bitch stayed down the street from the Green Line
The big dog’s room ain’t safe for a feline
Bark quiet but the bite hit
Bitin my ear like she Tyson, I like it
It’s not the 90’s I don’t cypher
Heard the gas in, tell the pits go ciphen
Lost 5 bands, didn’t make it a crisis
Took 5 tabs & it had me enlightened 
I’m slippin back deep in the dark when my high slip
I’m out in Catalina, they said no man was an island,
Duckin under gutters when they hoverin above me
Was jugglin the musty couldn’t fit it all in the truck,
Her husband is a buster scrubbin doin nothin 
So my only single assumption’s that I’m thinkin that Imma fuck
I planted my feet in your region & dipped both my hands into every single basket
I’m feelin like the pastor
Don’t get catfished & meet a masked man
Her head purgatory but them walls is Atlantis
Took a call to action
Palms on the bands, other hand in the air, yeah I swear to Andrew Jackson
20/20 vision through these lenses til them prisms started hittin
I was sittin in detention with a pencil to the paper & some mids up in my denim, I was itchin just to get it
Had it by the script wasn’t no Fentanyl up in em, it’s a miracle I’m livin 
Did it long enough to see the villain starin in the mirror
Facts

Sock Knot Shawty

SOCK KNOT SHAWTY

[prod. Mondo the Moonrock]

"SHIMMY" (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO): youtu.be/LEL8gLDFUvI

Fish, fish

Look over shoulders of overlords
O’s like it’s Baltimore
I never speak a bitch’s name, treat her like she Voldemort
Why he talkin W’s? I don’t think he know the score
He don’t got no capital, then why he wanna go to war?
Slide me the cat, I make the mattress glide
I’m on my Project Pat, static, we have to ride 
If you got the nuts to pull it, better lock eyes with me
I keep a fuckboy shooken from the afterlife
Pimp slap rappers with my dominant hand
Use eye contact when you talk to a man
The moon rise as I watch from the sand
The knots on me, so she suck it through the zipper, I ain’t droppin' my pants 
I’m on the cordless like, can you afford this?
What’s a shortage like, man is it torture? 
Is it more to life than livin' normal?
I think so, I don’t really mix well with people

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don’t got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I’m parked in the rain
Like, “please don’t let 12 roll on me” 
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don’t got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I’m parked in the rain
Like, “please don’t let 12 roll on me”

I’m in the ATL now, I might just fuck a Hawk’s wife
Raw white, pinky dip in, drop it in her jawline
All right, dissolved sight
Still I see the green lights
First you see the sheep flock, then you see the fee rise
Break a, break a bitch, breakin laws, breakin seals
Hoes tryna trap me, I don’t even got a label deal
Still gettin chills every time I see a 
All that makeup & she still gettin' facefucked
I walked in through the back, they never caught me in the act 
Lone wolf, I never wander in a pack
I dropped it on a bag then dropped it off & got it back
Ain’t your dog, that’s an officer
Don’t think it’s sweet because you never saw him with a badge
Knock 4 times, give a code word
10-West, let the roof tilt while I soul search
Eastside, I got what you want, I’m at the Kroger
Italian fabric splattered with that California odor 

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don’t got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I’m parked in the rain
Like, “please don’t let 12 roll on me” 
Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ye
I don’t got a job but the clock get me paid
Had to talk to God while I’m parked in the rain
Like, “please don’t let 12 roll on me”

8 BALL

SHIMMY

"3 TO THE HEAD" (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO): youtu.be/WbH9XqCFZqM

2 fish, fish fish
Fish
Bone 

I just took 3 to the head 
I just took 3 to the head 

All white fit like Christ’s likeness
Off-white sniff sittin' in a nice dish
Eyes move like the feet of a unicyclist
Part-time never really paid like crime did
2 red-tinted orbs buried in my eyelids
Big drive, sometimes whip autopilot
Psychic, Moon predict when the tide slide in
Silence, is golden, I’m worth my weight times 6
Tuggin' strings like bow of a violin
A few old friends I now view only as broke & childish
& if you want smoke I’m the fireman
I’m the chosen one, I made my way outta my old environment
Monster from the swamp, not stallin' up
Parcels of the funk, knots fallin' (Ah)
I’m lurkin' & searchin' for the 25th hour
Hours bring money & the money bring power

I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 
I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 
I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 
I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 

Why would I fear you if you bleed too
Gotta jump through rings & hoops, you wanna eat food
There go the heat be cool
Mondo a livin', breathin' piece of art & the street is the easel 
’06 Weezy, all I need is Evisus
Breeze through, let her neck stretch like an emu
Crumblin' a O, nothin' tuggin' at my cold heart
Cold hard hunnits in a bow from the O jars
I know the buzzards, I know loan sharks
They think my soul dark, I couldn’t pull my own card
I was in the OH, peakin' like the Ozarks
In my presence might wait forever to see the show start
(Why’s that, Moon?)
Because I’m not actin'
Got a whole lot of problems that a doc' can’t fix
Got it in a drought, then the cost crawl drastic
You motherfuckers wearin' fogged glasses, you don’t see shit

I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 
I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 
I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah) 
I just took 3 to the head (aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah, aye yay yeah)

3 TO THE HEAD

On a one-way, I don’t see shit one way
See the sun fade ‘fore I ever take a lunch break
Your words worthless, walk straight & I trust fate
Got gunk in a Dutch full of skunk & a stuck face

Talking bout “I seen him, he got ice on!”
Well just like him, you a cupcake
Touch faces for a month straight
Never complacent, never come late
I’m right on time, my vital signs are lined up right right now, the light gon' shine
You might go blind (Blaow)
Moon, I don’t live my life online
Write my life down, no typos, the maestro
Numbers on my mind, two repeating, 5-0
Blinds closed, not outside with the blindfold
Blow a whole 7 to the sky, ho (Eyes closed)
I run it up with the puppeteers 
(Puppet, puppet, run it, run it)
Yeah
Don’t ask for the drop 'cuz I wasn’t there
I been trainin' my mind for a couple years
I could swat 2 flies with 1 hand
The fuck are these new guys? Don’t trust them 
Sit low & I scoot by & clutch bands
I’m servin' in secret like Trump’s men
Never rush, tell a slut wait
Live in SoCal but the farmers cut it upstate
Lil Gucci in the cut & the cup stained
Said one day I'm a end up on the front page 

On a one-way, I don’t see shit one way
See the sun fade ‘fore I ever take a lunch break
Your words worthless, walk straight & I trust fate
Got gunk in a Dutch full of skunk & a stuck face
On a one-way, I don’t see shit one way
See the sun fade ‘fore I ever take a lunch break
Your words worthless, walk straight & I trust fate
Got gunk in a Dutch full of skunk & a stuck face

Grill glistening, whip is showin' teeth
I stay impressin' the older me
I put a lil' dough in my pillow
The only way imma go to sleep
Goons lookin' grim while they grin with the brim low
How many ends can I get in a fiscal?
Your link got no gas like he rollin' around every day in a Tesla
I can see curveballs, I can smell setups
This ain’t my life bruh, you playin' 
I wave goodbye to my brain, walkin' through the hallway, eyes slide in the paintings
If they pull me over I’m a foot soldier, bitch
Ain’t in wolf’s clothing, I’m a wolf with the lamb’s wool pulled over him 
You know Moon, the older him was known to pinch like a Doberman
I cleanse my soul when the dope get twisted, the zeroes & O’s what I focus in on
Never speak ‘less the doors closed
I been speakin' in Morse code
Medusa who you see on my torso
I lost all belief in you poor souls 

On a one-way, I don’t see shit one way
See the sun fade ‘fore I ever take a lunch break
Your words worthless, walk straight & I trust fate
Got gunk in a Dutch full of skunk & a stuck face

Think of this, shoot that ball
& you may win more than you bargained for

ONE WAY

Smoke flyin' out the roof
The man gained the whole world, how he still got nothin' left to lose

I speak in tongues
She been sendin' signals, I ain’t peep it once
I don’t wanna see the sun
I took it at midnight, leave at 1 
Took 3 more now I’m 4 deep like the Beatles was, had to even up
Came separate but we leave as one 
Evil gon' do what evil does
I’m prepared for when the reaper come
(Come on, let's go, pussy)
Sword sharpened with a swiveled head
I ain’t really happy, but I’m not deflated, guess I’m just content
See me & their eyes filled with dread while my head twisted like my bitch’s dreads
Told her I ain’t trying to hear it, you ain’t trying to top me, light a cigarette, then
Made 'em eat their words, how the fuck we still finna split the check?
Say it with your chest, Ion’t do subliminal or indirects
Will I do what it takes to complete the mission? (Yes)
Spent some months up in my head, real shit, that shit I wouldn’t recommend
It go real deep like the bottom of the lake
Know I’m headed forward, do it really matter when I’m walkin' off the plank?
Angel wings on my shoulder blades
Angel on my shoulder, told her go away
Hope I make it there before they close the gate
Who or what am I supposed to save?
It’s been fuck the world & I’m annoyed with Lois Lane

Smoke flyin' out the roof
The man gained the whole world, how he still got nothin' left to lose
The man gained the whole world, how he still got nothin' left to lose
Smoke flyin' out the roof
The man gained the whole world, how he still got nothin' left to lose
The man gained the whole world, how he still got nothin' left to lose

(lighter flicks)
I’m still at the table
Regardless of what the hand was
That was dealt to me
Been having weird ass dreams
Worst case scenario type shit
Now is that 'cuz, it’s like, like a premonition? 
Like
You know what I’m sayin', like I’m seeing what’s about to happen?
Or am I dreaming about that shit because that’s the shit that’s been on my mind?
People keep gettin' friendlier, bruh
I don’t know how to react to it
Like where were you actually at?
Hahaha
Where were you at?
I been keeping tabs

ROOF

ROOF [prod. sun a'marri]

I thought I told you, I live by my own rules
Trunk filthy so I’m friendly at the tollbooth
I thought I told you, Moony movin' old school
So talkin' reckless on the phone what I won’t do 
I thought I told you, I live by my own rules
Trunk filthy so I’m friendly at the tollbooth
I thought I told you, Moony movin' old school
So talkin' reckless on the phone what I won’t do

I live by a code that no longer exist
Bows strong as my wrist
Old scars from my friendships
Loose cannon, could go off with the quickness
But I’m still composed, I’m like Mozart in this bitch
Plug in the Bay like the '49ers, 51 my area
I walk on wires 'cuz these weirdos probably wearin' one 
I put caviar on the tray, I’m like a caterer
Most flagrant, most hated, ain’t really a debate or nun'
So-called holy ones say it’s gone be a day when Satan come
That’s how I can tell that you not alert
Off the talkin' shit, you gettin' on my nerves
I’m plottin' hard trying to get around the stop & search
Bitch nails in my back, might draw blood but she not a nurse
I’m walkin' awkward, I got knots up in my pockets
Turn the faucet let the water run, while we talk about all we done
Don’t know when the fuck the last time I said sorry was
My dollars up so they lookin' shocked like McCauley Culkin
Shit-eatin' smug grin, standing by the cauldron 
& my soda spiked like a volleybal
Think I’m fallin' in love, 'cuz she down to fuck with an audience 

I thought I told you, I live by my own rules
Trunk filthy so I’m friendly at the tollbooth
I thought I told you, Moony movin' old school
So talkin' reckless on the phone what I won’t do 
I thought I told you, I live by my own rules
Trunk filthy so I’m friendly at the tollbooth
I thought I told you, Moony movin' old school
So talkin' reckless on the phone what I won’t do

TRUNK FILTHY

feat. @kanegrocerys

(MONDO)
Neck swivel 360 like an owl’s does
Wake up, pants covered in residue from the chowder
Kindness is a weakness & that’s why I never smile much
I’m at Magic eatin' salmon like a mobster
I was geekin' on some garbage with the gargoyles
Got shit but I want more
I been lurkin' on the Franks, think I’m a burden to the Virgin Mary
Seats Italian leather & my Dutches full of mercenary 
Package on me, I’m cloaked in black like Assasin’s Creed
Know some people roll around with entire family’s salaries
I been cuffin' Mary, the only bitch ever there for me
It’s kush smoke in 25% of the air I breathe
Her father would have a heart attack if he saw his daughter
So pure, you probably think I’m the one that done crossed the water
On a cheese quest, rollin' G’s is a reflex
Phone buzz like a bee’s nest, blow one then I eject 

Shepard speak & the lambs all silent
On thin ice, I skate with a wide grin
They better put a clock where my shrine is
Ask why I’m dim, 'cuz the light might blind them 
Mirror mirror, I don’t fear the spirits 
Dirty in me, now I hear 'em clearer
Don’t need peers, they just interference 
All the dealers, those were really my heroes

(KANE GROCERYS)
OG
Geekin' all week & tweakin'
Goin' 80 gettin' greazy
From the mud, niggas already 'sno we been some thugs
Rob the plug, get in blood, get the job done
I been juugin' hard these niggas need to juug harder
Nigga I play this shit smarter
I’m a shark up in the water, don’t get drowned
Tryna be in style
You ain’t puttin' in work, so lil' nigga you a clown 
You ain’t puttin' in work, so lil' nigga you a clown
(You a clown)

(MONDO)
When it hit you, feel how Pacquiao's fist feel
Sit still, lips sealed, eyes slit in case a bitch steal
She sniff hills of Rick (James)
Turn the livin' room to the “Tip Drill” video, real spill this livin' shit is a slick film
The eyes is on me so cool & calm be my ambience
Smoke hittin' my body like Capone lettin the Tommy off
Overshot my limit, I’m slippin' doin' the zombie walk
Feet touchin' the moon in the same spot that they found me on 

Shepard speak & the lambs all silent
On thin ice, I skate with a wide grin
They better put a clock where my shrine is
Ask why I’m dim, 'cuz the light might blind them 
Mirror mirror, I don’t fear the spirits 
Dirty in me, now I hear 'em clearer
Don’t need peers, they just interference 
All the dealers, those were really my heroes

LAMBS ALL SILENT

LAMBS ALL SILENT (ft. KANE GROCERYS)

Yuh

Ion’t talk
Thrax soundin' like a drum circle
Plot unfurlin', I don't trust, you a fuck person
Tickets upsurgin', never loafin', know the crumbs lurkin' 
Blunt burnin', show you how to come up on a sum that’s unheard of 
Show you how to come up on a sum that’s unheard of 
Lungs hurtin
Thrax soundin' like a drum circle
Plot unfurlin', I don't trust, you a fuck person
Tickets upsurgin', never loafin', know the crumbs lurkin' 
Blunt burnin', show you how to come up on a sum that’s unheard of 

I’m with some felons who don’t really got a Twitter presence
My head gone, missed the exit
The love of your life eatin' dick for breakfast 
I been plantin' seeds, I been trimmin' hedges 
I was still hittin' $650 for 56 back when “56 Nights” dropped
I do my thing in the broad daylight, you do your’s on Safari & Firefox
Shit, Ion’t talk
Crook with a crooked smile, and a J in the middle like Michael Fox
Right where I belong
Why are they so shook, I’m just being me, didn’t mean to frighten ya’ll (Ooh)
I’m glad they hate it
I treat the package like a dragon cage, it get handled safe
Got the frag grenade in the Backwood, my kids in her mouth, she spit 'em out, emancipate 'em 
Take each middle finger, wave 'em at the neighbors
Side door slammin' flagrant
You got a bag & your ass elated 
Think shit sweet 'til you clash with David
Man in the mirror who I report to
Remember long nights with a short fuse
Throwin' half O’s like it’s horseshoes 
Speakin' sideways on me, watch a storm brew
(Did I not warn you?)

Ion’t talk
Thrax soundin' like a drum circle
Plot unfurlin', I don't trust, you a fuck person
Tickets upsurgin', never loafin', know the crumbs lurkin' 
Blunt burnin', show you how to come up on a sum that’s unheard of 
Show you how to come up on a sum that’s unheard of 
Lungs hurtin
Thrax soundin' like a drum circle
Plot unfurlin', I don't trust, you a fuck person
Tickets upsurgin', never loafin', know the crumbs lurkin' 
Blunt burnin', show you how to come up on a sum that’s unheard of

ION'T TALK

"PIGEON-TOED" (OFFICAL MUSIC VIDEO): https://youtu.be/qhmJVCu-UqA

Aye
Aye

Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don’t sell no molly, why she talking X & O’s?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone 
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don’t sell no molly, why she talking X & O’s?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone

Inhalin' snow, flesh exposed, & she down to sell her soul
She just wanna be on Melrose, think she Marilyn Monroe
I got the globe & the dope, & I’m carryin' the load
Feelings somewhere far, far away, they buried in a hole
Parked cars turn to ferris wheels, Jerry in her nose
I’m takin Rice, think my chakras out of alignment
I need the results to outweigh any of the time spent
She would die to be with me, & that’s why her aura lifeless
It look like an exit sign when I open my eyelids
I don’t like flickin' up with people I do crimes with 
Back up on my nonsense, bitch, I ain’t a nice guy
& that’s why I finish first, selfish when the pipe slide
Met her on the timeline, hit the real life swipe
Dry-eyed tyrant, pile of dollars why would I cry?
A tisket, a tasket
Pills in a basket
Don’t feel no, attachment
We filmin' what happens 

Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don’t sell no molly, why she talking X & O’s?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone 
Caught the beak from a birdhead, had me pigeon-toed (Ah)
Made her do some things that her husband will never know
I don’t sell no molly, why she talking X & O’s?
You let bitches have your ear, mine stuck to the telephone

PIGEON-TOED

Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome
Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run
They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em
Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us

Roaches in the tray
Roaches get sprayed with the Round-up
Gas what I got an ounce of
Guess what, I could truly give 2 fucks what you thought of me
That Oscar the Grouch what I slouch from
Trying to dress like I graduated Yale on outta town runs
Pulled a cluck move for the chicken & he got plucked
Shawty want a 8 ball, tell her call Waka,
She know that I got her 'cuz I know that she a shopper
She stay out in Powder Springs, she sprung up off the powder
Bustin' chores for me but no allowance, don’t allow it
Them thousands come with power, dig a hole & throw 'em downwards (Ah)
They set another trap I wouldn’t fall for
French bitch DM’ing me, all that I know is "bonjour"
Hoppin' into car doors, no shows, I’m on tour
Grabbin' gas mask by the handful 'til my palms sore

Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome
Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run
They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em
Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us

I got bags like I’m askin', "paper or plastic?"
Paper from the plastic, I make shit happen
Hit plays in the back of a place that I can’t name
They poke the tiger’s cage & then they wait for reactions
Dark shades, hat to the front 'cuz I’m ruthless (Eazy)
At this point, truly just do shit for amusement
All black, 3 AM, like I’m boostin'
How it’s just weed but it hit me like the Houston? You was
Never with me, I was sweatin on that 
Had the regulars plus extra Schedule 1 etceteras 
Got the bathroom neck from shawty across the aisle
I’m lyin, then may God strike me with lightning & cross me out
(right now.. well?)
Bitch I’m still here, I will smoke
How you muthfuckas sold your soul but you still broke?
Lil homie puttin' 6 points on the clock
That’s a couple field goals, if you real then you know the lingo

Not a human being, spirit, he can see the outcome
Walk tall, fuckboys let their mouth run
They gone hate you whether you do it with or without 'em
Fire white make the whole house jump
Call me Mr. Loud Lungs
Only count up, never fuck the count up
Praying that the pounds come
Keep that ho shit a couple miles from around us

LOUD LUNGS

Yeah it was the, uh, 8 Ball
Oh, that means I lose, doesn’t it?
Yeah
Haha

Corner pocket 
Corner pocket
Corner pocket
Corner pocket

I think, if I remember right
Through the whole game, you had to watch the 8 Ball, if you
As you were playing, & if you banged that 8 Ball & it fell into the thing, the game was over

Cuz everybody gone be.. is dumb
Everybody else is stupid to me bruh
& that’s how I really think about muhfuckas man, muhfuckas is dumb

CORNER POCKET

(prod. Mondo the Moonrock)

RIVERKINN:
Split my mind
In two this time
I used it so
Unwisely 

MONDO:
Got offended, probably shoulda never really got involved
All 7's like I'm Makaveli
Presence in a very close resemblance to a god
Got a fetish for the feta, fed up,
Fetchin extra on my way to get the mop, I don't like to talk
Rollin up a lawn in a log, logged off, this real life, dawg

RIVERKINN:
You better get the fuck off of me 

MONDO:
You probably wouldn't wanna swap your eyes with me
I promise it's a lot to see
I been bob & weavin' in-between 2 worlds
My eyes slitted, who gone take the Audi keys? (yeah)
Big dope, blow a lotta weed
Standin on top of polished mahogany
Who I got with me? I'm contemplating
Is it 3 Charlie's Angels or is Satan's spawn with me? (50/50, roll the dice)
Got my shit glued, still missin screws, don't get shit confused
I just hit a flip for 2 before I hit the booth in someone's livin room
Dog hoes can't ever tuck the truth, they got their muzzles loose
I'm dolie thumbin through a hunnit blues I guess that's what it's comin to
(It's a ice age)
In my iris & pectoral
(It's a heat wave)
In the back room, so the door closed
I put it on God & God put me on
Slidin down the boule' on a pussy crawl
Bag on its' bully how it push me off the edge, dawg

RIVERKINN:
You better get the fuck off me 
Get the fuck 
Get the fuck
Get the fuck
Get the fuck off

MONDO:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Run through freak hoes, pipe, get wreckless
Mushrooms, weed, coke, I'm Heath Ledger
Fuck you, feelings gone, eyelids a desert

MONDO THE MOONROCK

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