Stranger (feat. A Hype)

If you're gonna come at me, come at me correct and knuck if you buck!

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Knuck (Mr. Gr4y Crime Mob DNB Edit)

FREELANCE (Doechii x Fred again & PlaqueBoyMax)

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Lyrics
Choppa sound like rex it be roaring If u wanna come around u get hit up in the head now we take yo bread now we take yo kit yeah we take yo shit on the fuckin run posted w the gang but i aint havin fun posted at the c spot yeah we run it posted at the sea spot im w angela posted at the c spot im w angela kayla ellen gizmo nah fuck them others white up in her nose it look like she was sniffing on some udders posted w my gang cant fw u cant fw others boutta crash like skydoesminecraft yeah i love dat budder yeah im bout that guala yeah im bout that munna i love dirty hunnids i love dirty cups i love fuck it up we gon fuck it up yeah we pulling up w the fuckin crush yeah we popping out huh we took yo shit yeah we took yo kit lil bitch do the dick lil bitch di the dash yeah we on the dash tksb hittin fast ridin down talbot lookin for hash oh u want sum? Hit my line bitch up on my dick cuz she know im fine bitches onnmy dick cuz they know im that guy bitches on my dick cuz they know i be fly 
Woke up smoke that pack every morning get up off my line i aint horny
I just want that guap want that money i fot this big glock sound like roarin i got dis bitch huh huh sound like roarin
We be kickin shit j like rory smokin on that pack every morning get up off my line i aint horny run up all the racks run dat money i just want them racks want them hunnids

HML (LOWGODMIX)

this happened completely on a whim and i'm so happy for it. i hope you enjoy listening as much as i did creating. ^^

The Black Eyed Peas - Boom Boom Pow (Grimoire* bootleg)

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Lyrics:

I got, something to prove, I got, nothing to lose, fuck it, no ducking the moves, I just, struck it and choose, moves, party hardy, hit grooves, sip Bacardi, you’se, quite the body, lose, myself in all it. Who’s, game to go all in, boobs, this shit ain’t apallin’, I may or may not be a virgin but fuck it, ya can suck it, I got that urgin’, question is, you game too? Smashin’ this, pretty dame, whoo! This is so litty, the city, I thought was a pity, done turn up my gritty!

You thinking too stressed, c’mon gal, take a rest. I been so perplexed. So stressed, yes, but fuck it, I’m here I guess. So I may as well get some breast, if you game too, then it bliss. We can do it, all night, off the Alcohol, alright!

Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.

Step in the club, prepping ‘self up. For taking that cup, for eating that grub. I, stress and I jest, yes, I am a mess, this, is my request, please, go tell me is. Is it, me for me ya really want? ‘Cause a shallow love is what has haunt-ed, my head for years, these peers they ain’t the one, is you a saint, is you the one?

You thinking too stressed, c’mon gal, take a rest. I been so perplexed. So stressed, yes, but fuck it, I’m here I guess. So I may as well get some breast, if you game too, then it bliss. We can do it, all night, off the Alcohol, alright!

Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.
Ya worried ‘bout the wrong things, wrong things.

Alcohol (Prod. Alaska Sargent)

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Lyrics:

Call this shit COVID, cause I’m masking, but this is a virus that ain’t be tasking, ya physical skills, but this is so reals, not whimsical chills, I got them sick ills, not from sickle cells, and Rest In Peace to those, who does decease and goes, to blessed at least I hope, I just increase my dose of my pills, keep it close, I’m stressed, a beast that frown, slid down a steep slope. Peep dope as the answer, nah that shit a cancer. But call this shit COVID, who did be dancer. Around getting help, I found hating self, is it own addiction, my lone friction. The prone description, “he off the meds”, but what we off is heads, still on meds but chill, he dreads. Well, hell, anything ya bring, many swing for ‘em, but all they can do is implore him.

Where ya going? What the fuck ya doing? Fuck it, what is it that ya be pursuing?

I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.

What ya be strewing? Why the fuck ya spewing? Fuck it, ya self abusing and ya losing.

I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.

“Hey A, how was ya day?”, may I speak the real? Not tweak the feel? Yeah, but life like stepping around eggshells, so I go through the strife like, prepping for bound devils, that beg hells to come to who from do spew, what lead to evils, I could feed on devils. The need to fabricate, I fabricated. Indeed my gab I hate, but at least I grab awaited. Thoughts that I fit in, lots of the gettin’, we do to “get in”, just get out, what make us, us, not fakers. But anything to get clout, then I got takers. I’m a lost one, the cost none. Ya wanna be a gonna, I can toss one, then when ya does one, ya feel loser, a vital suicidal, a real poser.

Where ya going? What the fuck ya doing? Fuck it, what is it that ya be pursuing?

I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.

What ya be strewing? Why the fuck ya spewing? Fuck it, ya self abusing and ya losing.

I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.
I’m a Poser.


Poser (Prod. Alaska Sargent)

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Lyrics:

Yeah, persuasive lies, erasive ties, gotta be able to follow, stay stable, not hollow. Wallow in sorrow cause yes a connection was lost, but what ya does upon inspection is see all the cost. You paid to get shit and shade, thrown ya way, so fuck it, I’m on my own today? Hey, better is no setter, up of stuff that got you hot through the phone, lit up. Get up, don’t put up wit’ the bullshit, I’m fed up, gotta keep my head up. Lotta steep ass stairs to step up on to the top. As I amass, there’s stories from others who flop. To peep, deep in the abyss, is a misguided, sided, person who worsen when rided, on the con path, upon wrath, do you play victim? I say, depict ‘em how you want, only the lonely soul inside flaunt, full in the side of what, they know, we go hear stories of glories and some come crashing down to dirt, like quarries. Clashing, drown the love we have, we above if we stay alert, no sorries help wit’ self in war, shit, it ain’t even the score, heaving more, war, what we fed. What if we get up, lead up instead, a heed up from the stopping of the set up, dropping what we did up, that got us fed up. And plead, truce for all, lose your gall, treat wit’ peace … well you know what I call that shit … watch the bullshit cease.

Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.

Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.

Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.

Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.
Watch The Bullshit Cease.

Peace.


Watch the Bullshit Cease (Prod. Alaska Sargent)

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Lyrics:

Dear Diary, the ember inside of me, here fiery, remember when I flied to that arena where Kyrie, played for that team in Boston, I seen the way he slayed the game wit’ no say, just trusting ya action, I been a fraction of that in my running my big ol’ fat span of a mouth off, I’m cunning, don’t need to cough out a lung, wit’ the shit I strung, sung my own self a coffin, sleep in it and often, wonder if it too late under here to go loften, up out of that dungeon, my hell is a dry spell of no engine, self motivation, well the drought ‘bout to get to a plungin’, if we know the nation need another hero, fuck it, be it, see slit slices in these kids, cause this is a generation of hating and bids, can be served without a cell, man, the nerved ass losers, they abusers of social media service, it nervous us all from hell to even heaven, if ya believe in it even, the gist is, we talk a lot, it best us, do we walk it out, by that I mean, go test this, think it through to know if we really thinking clearly, jesters, memes run the schemes slung by those incels, everything a joke, heavy sling up on my arm cause of self harm, I form a self hating degrading mentality, and when fails occur I wanna choke, they poke fun at the fent users, I wanna let ya know that just cause they does go posting, boasting roasting shit to get engagement to collect the rent, they the real abusers. Man, rage spent on trolls is lost time, but no cost I’m, doing to let ya know, ya can go do anything you set ya mind to, wanna quit, admit, all that shit, bet I find you, doing it, that’s an action like Kyrie wit’ the ball, I was at the Boston arena when he be getting the call from the coach, tossed in the towel, never approach, manic panic try to make us lose our clever touch, I shake it off, refuse to let it best me, no tossing the towel, no plummet, my stomach it growl, hungry for more, bossing up and winning titles, that what I be, from suicidals to the grinning idols, friends, they say don’t meet ‘em, well, let’s be better ones then, sweet, him, gel well wit’ those who’s of all types, all Hype’s trying to do is soar, flying through true as fuck galore, luck is part of life since being born, ya skill what matter most, leave a doubter chatter ghost, poof, oof ya got it wrong, so Dear Diary, this inquiry though it may go long, this is it, oh shit, out of pages, Dear Diary, ember fiery in all stages.

Dear Diary (Prod. Alaska Sargent)

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Lyrics:

(A Hype part 1)

Yo … sometimes … well, you just gotta Let Things Go. Ya know, it hurts but … ya gotta do it.

Made friends, found dead ends, our path has ended, not that we need to have a wrath ascended, we just need to heed to our own ground, the laugh turn to a gaffe burn gone wrong and bend shit to where we don’t see it through, I can’t believe that you, went your direction, I went my direction, I’m bent on intersection, ya rent free in my collection, don’t tempt me, I’m empty, you was my closest, now we be foes, just, take a pause and think though, cause I miss what ya was doesn’t mean we gotta stink mo’, beef pollution in the air, it a brief solution, cause deep down, we still care, peep frown on my face, I taste the sour that I share.

(Alaska Sargent part 1)

From the outside looking in
I can face it with a grin
And come into my own someday
I’ll come into my own someday

(A Hype part 2)

In my heart, been a smart fella though, here, yo, get ya mind right, focus on doses of what ya find might, better ya self, don’t shelf up the therapy, things come to an end, my friend that’s clarity. Ya never know what the tide brings, glow, give it a go, ever so as we a living soul, I could hide things, conceal the slope, on the real, gotta mope to get to the hope, gotta hope to get to the mope, yin and yang, shit it been a thing, now take it from the top though, cause I miss what ya was doesn’t mean we gotta stink mo’, beef pollution in the air, it a brief solution, cause deep down, we still care, peep frown on my face, I taste the sour that I share.

(Alaska Sargent part 2)

From the outside looking in
I can take it all again
And see through which she drew her blade
And come into my own someday

(A Hype part 3)

Let Things Go, Let Things Go.
Let Things Go, Let Things Go.

Time may heal but for now we Let Things Go.

I’m gon’ feel how I feel, let wings grow.

Let Things Go, Let Things Go.
Let Things Go, Let Things Go.

Time may heal but for now we Let Things Go.

I’m gon’ feel how I feel, let wings grow.

It's all gonna be okay ... time takes its course ... and things come and go ... Let Things Go ... you're beautiful just the way you are ...

Let Things Go (Feat. Alaska Sargent) (Prod. Alaska Sargent)

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Knuck (Mr. Gr4y Crime Mob DNB Edit)

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