My Submission for the #ProjectFokker New Year's gift for the Fans of Krizz Kaliko group on Facebook

Produced by Trill Emotion

Lyrics:
Verse 1:
They say that boy done gone and lost his mind.
They say they love that boy of me oh my...
Oh, y'all be bringin' out a psycho.
Schizophrenic and I don't know where I might go.
Fittin' in like a mother fuckin' tipo.
Sippin' gin while my haters take a side note.
Say they down but don't really wanna ride though.
I'm a clown in a circus with the right folks.
Meanwhile, they don't know what I live my life fo.
Mother fuckers comin' to my face.
Say I'm doin' great.
Lookin' like an ace.
Keepin' up the pace.
Tell me that we good.
We alright.
Yeah, we tight til we die.
Ain't no changin' how I see you and I.
Mother fuckers go behind my fuckin' back talkin' to em' all how I'm dumb and I'm whack.
"Little misfit ain't really gonna last.  He ain't really bout it and he goin' down fast."
"Straight trippin'.  Boy be goin' so mad."
"Thinkin' he a hot shot, homie no chance."
"A fuck boy.  I can tell ya first hand."
"Says he gotta grip.  But, he holdin' no plan."

Hook:
They say that boy done gone and lost his mind.
He'll fall off just watch.
Give it some time.
They say they love that boy.
Oh me.
Oh my!
They love me, but they wanna see me die.
They got me goin' like, "They love me!"
Got me goin' like, "They hate me!"
Love me!
Hate me!
Love me!
Hate me!

Verse 2
"He ain't spittin'.  He dippin' into some light rap."
"He ain't chillin' yo.  Any second he might crash!"
No matter what I do, somebody ain't gon' like that.
Take a little fame and they want me to put it right back.
No matter what I do somebody ain't gon' like that.
Throwin' shade on my name every single day.
Take a little fame and they want me to put it right back.
Love it or hate it I'm gonna do my thing.
They talk their shit.
I smoke my weed.
Thinkin' I'm a dumb bitch.
Fuck what you see.
I know how you're feelin' when you're lookin' at me.

Love Me Hate Me

Lyrics:

Hook:
She got a ass so round and nice.
Gettin’ hit on by lots of guys.
She ain’t got time for the bullshit.
She need a real man.
She can see fake shit from a mile away.
She don’t play that.

Verse 1:
Yeah, she smoke pot.
Yeah, she don’t stop.
Yeah, she know how to pop.
Yeah, she is so hot.
She know she got one life to live.  Uh.
She know she got a whole lot to give.  Uh.
She puttin’ in the time to pave her path and ain’t afraid to fuckin’ shake that ass.  Uh.
Yeah.  She be a lot like me.
She hustle on the daily while she puffin’ weed.
She ain’t afraid to buckle down and take the lead.
She also got a heart to give to those in need.  Uh.  Yeah.
She got a real nice butt.
Other guys tryna get her but they ain’t enough.
She need a real man to come around and make her day.
That’s why shorty took the time to fuckin’ come my way.  Uh!

Verse 2:
She a stone cold stunna’.
Shootin’ for her goals like a pin-point gunner.
She ain’t fuckin’ with a, “No-Goal”-ass brotha.
She on a hot streak.  She be warmin’ up summer.  Oh yeah!
She keep movin’ all day:  Find a drum to beat to and keep groovin’ away.
Weed always on the ready while she makin’ her way.
Now she lookin’ for the dude that always matching her pace.  Uh!
She a fly chick.
She can shake ass.
Got a brain too.
She teach the whole class.
She can break it down
and she can build it up.
She always got the loud.
She always takin’ puffs.
She ain’t afraid to take it way back 
She ain’t afraid drop it low and fuckin’ shake ass.
Shorty got a body nicer than a maybach
Always dodgin’ fuck boys.
She don’t play that.

Bridge:
Oh no no no no no no no no
She don’t play that!
She don’t play that!
Oh no no no no no no no no 
x2

Link to Kontrabandz:
https://www.soundclick.com/bands3/?bandID=1351894

She Don't Play That (Instrumental by Kontrabandz)

This track is currently unfinished.

There will be another verse with a different rapper added to it.

However, the timeframe of that happening is unknown so I wanted to put this version of the song up until that happens.

Enjoy!

Pre-Hook
I’ve come along way, but they don’t see that.  Yeah.
Had to make tough choices that tore me in half.  Yeah.
Still got people out here that love me to death.  Yeah.
Now for the ones who never gave me a chance…Suck my dick.

Hook:
Some people don’t wanna talk.
They just wanna sit back and judge.
They don’t wanna know about my side.
They just wanna look at what I’ve done.
They don’t know about who I am.
They don’t know about the way I see.
They don’t know the way I wanna go.
They don’t know a whole lot about me.
Yeah, they don’t know me!
They don’t know me!
But they got opinions all about me.
Quick to make a judge, they ain’t see the whole scene.
Just a little, “fuck up” is all that they see.
They don’t know I got fire burnin’ in me.
Ain’t givin’ up until I murder the beat.
Learn from mistakes and I work on repeat till I get it done right.
They don’t know me.

Verse 1:
From the outside looking in I look like a mother fuckin’ lazy kid.
A crazy mother fucker; mind off the grid.
Fuckin’ up with all the chances I get.
Every time I set a goal I just quit.
I look like a selfish piece of dog shit.
Oh yeah.
But wait!
Hold up!
They don’t know me!
They don’t know the struggles I’ve seen.
They don’t see the day-to-day and all of my schemes.
They don’t know my hopes and my goals and my dreams.
They don’t know that love is what motivates me.
They don’t know how grateful I am to be me.
They don’t know I’m putting in the work on repeat.
They don’t know a whole damn lot about me. nope!

Link to Blasian Beats:
https://blasianbeats.beatstars.com/

They Don't Know Me feat. Majezty (Instrumental by Blasian Beats) UNFINISHED

Lyrics:

Hook:
I'm all about packing bowls.
I'm all about stacking dough.
I'm all about the hustle.
Building up my muscle.
Keep the grind going with the fire in my soul.
I love to pack the bowl.
Stack the dough while I blast a flow.
Keep it real with em'.
Always pack the show.
Got em all saying, "Homie pass the bowl!"

Verse 1:
Everytime I spit I make 'em wanna take a hit.
Pack it down.
Light it up.
Gettin' fuckin' lit.
Smokin' loud.
Livin' proud.
Gotta take a pic.
Pass it 'round.
Give the whole town a little bit.
Spend my time finding love every single day.
Tussle hate to the ground when it come my way.
Looking up when I'm down til I'm feeling great.
Fuck the limit in the sky I be up in space.

Pre-Hook:
With the way I work you wouldn't know I'm puffin' loud.
I'm a stoner, but I fuckin' love workin' out.

Verse 2:
Feeling like a king Kong type of mother fucker.
Ground pounding on the beat never like another.
Mary Jane on my mind god I fucking love her.
Give her so many kisses I forget the number.
I'm down to fucking smoke all day.
Pass the bowl.
Light it up and keep it on rotate.
It's a habit that I'm glad to have.
I'm happy to bake.
I can do it while I'm working out and paving my lane.

Bridge:
Take the green.
Pack it down.
Puff a hit.
Pass it round.
Fill your soul.
Take control.
Puff a hit then pass the bowl.

Link to Kontrabandz beats:
https://www.soundclick.com/bands3/?bandID=1351894

Pass The Bowl (Instrumental by Kontrabandz)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
You got a flow so loco.
Sweeter than a muh-fuckin' cup of cocoa.
Good vibes, you deliver by the boat load.
Out of ten, you at least be an ocho.
You're the type that like to smoke weed.  Yeah.
Pack it down inside a fat piece.  Yeah.
Light it up for the whole team.  Yeah.
Puffin' til you smoke the whole tree.
God damn you be hot with a brain too.
Feeling lucky when I find myself around you.
When it's you we're talkin' 'bout, I'm down for round two.
God I love how we be workin' on the same tune.

Pre-Hook:
And that ain't no lie.
You brighten up my sky.
And yeah, I like that.

Hook:
The way you're movin'.
I like that.
You're down to grove and I like that.
You're rockin' 'round and I like that.
You light the town up.
I like that.
You work it out and I like that.
You're makin' life count.
I like that.
You're all about love.
Yeah, I like that.
You're living it up.
Yeah, I like that.

Verse 2:
Yeah, I'm sweatin' for real.
With the way you work, you makin' heaven hotter than hell.
Got my mind going crazy; goin' off the rail.
Got my sight on the bed and I'mma set the sail.
I'm down to ride the wave all day.
Got a boat made to go and we could pick our pace.
Let me know where to go and then I'll go that way.
I'mma go with the flow and row it in that lane.
You the type that get me going, "God damn."
Got me wakin' up and down to go ham.
Wanna spend the night and puff a few grams.
Bump a few jams.
Spend a few bands.

Bridge:
You be on my mind.
When I be with you I'm losing track of time.
Got me feeling fancy. 
Wanna get some wine.
Keepin' weed ready while we spend the night. Oh!
I love the way that you pacin'.
You hot and got my heart racing.
Life knocks you down and you strike back.
You rock the town and I like that.

Link to Kontrabandz Music:
https://www.soundclick.com/bands3/?bandID=1351894

I Like That (Instrumental by Kontrabandz)

Lyrics:

Verse 1:
I look at hip hop and don't know how I fit.
Give a fuck?
No I don't. 
I'mma spit my shit.
Back down?
No I won't.
I'mma blow up quick.
I'mma go for the gold.
Haters suck my dick.
I'm proud to be the person that I am.
While I'm living I be hustling, doing what I can.
Got the whole damn world in the palm of my hand.
Now I'm shooting for the top while I'm bumping a jam.

Pre-Hook:
I'm different in my own damn way.
Ain't afraid to buckle down and build a different lane.
Fuck the whole game up and mark it with my name.
Let the whole world know I'm on a different plane!

Hook:
I ain't fittin in with most of hip hop.
So now I'm building my own lane.
I be spitting while I'm hitting some tip top - loving how I spend my day.
I'm different.
I'm not like them.
I fucking hold a pen and treat it like a triton.
I find a goal to get behind and put my life in.
Some others did it big, but I'm a different titan.

Verse 2:
I don't think I'm sounding like Snoop Dogg.  Nah.
I don't think I'm sounding like Eminem.  Nah.
Wiz Khalifa?  I ain't sounding like him.  Nah.
What you think?
You think I'm sounding like them?  Nope.
A different mother fucker paving a path.  Yeah.
To ride around with other titans of rap.  Yeah.
I've taken notes and now I'm taking the bat.  Yeah.
I'm hitting grand slams, making a champ.  Yeah.

Bridge:
I'm a different titan.
I'm different and I don't give a fuck.  No.

Outro:
I'm a different titan.
The whole damn world ain't seen nothing like it.

Link to Allrounda Beats:
https://soundcloud.com/allrounda

Different Titan (Instrumental by Allrounda Beats)

Lyrics:

Hook:
Sometimes life just gets me so fucked up I wanna ball my fist and break some stuff.
Got love, but I still feel lonely.
Like no, not even myself would hold me.
But I keep playing the game.
I don't really give a fuck about the pain in my brain.
I keep on going til it drive me insane just to see me pulling up inside of victory lane.

Verse 1:
Wonder what the end's like.
Will it come now or happen on another night?
Can I feel like a winner when I keep on losing?
Fuck yeah mother fucker I ain't fucking stupid.
I get knocked down and get back up.
Yeah, I feel the fucking hate, but I can feel that love.
I'm a weak mother fucker but I still stand tough like I got a fucking chance even if I'm fucked.
I just keep going til the night time.
Then I bring it back in the daylight.
Win some.  Lose some.
It's alright.
I'mma keep going for my whole life.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Gotta go and make em' say, "Oh yeah, yeah."
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I swear I'm good it's just...

Verse 2:
Some days I feel like a hot shot up against time, keeping track of the stop watch.
Give it all I got.
Smoke em out like a hot box.
Explode like a fucking package of pop rocks yeah.
Other days I feel like shit.
Feeling worthless.
Close to calling it quits.
It's like I do it all for nothing and I fall in a pit.
I do a whole damn turn around and act like a bitch.
But something always bring me back.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
There's something keeping me on track.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.
Up, down, all around, I sit back and take it day by day.
Oh, I feel good and I feel bad.
Overall, I think I'mma make it.
But...

Bridge:
Yeah.  Uh.  Victory Lane.
I see me pulling up inside of victory lane. Uh.

Muse tha Millionaire - Victory Lane

Lyrics:

Hook:
I get it they want attention.
I usually pay em' no mind.
They spending time looking at me while I keep my eyes on the prize.
I'm keeping my eyes in the books while they keep on giving me looks.
They just wanna look at my day.
Well I guess that I'm here to say....Hi hater.


Verse 1:
Yeah I'm talking loud. 
Haters hate.
But I ain't backing down.
Made to play and I ain't tapping out.
Train for days so I can smack em' 'round.
Some haters mad I won't say they name.
I just keep my eyes on home plate.
They just want a little bit of my fame.
They just want my eyesight on them and sometimes it can drive me crazy.
I just take my life day by day.
I got people who love me and people who hate me.
Haters just wanna say, "Hi!"
Wanna see if I be good.
That's when I look at the sky focusing on what I should.
Then I bring it back on down.
Back around to my town.
Flippin' over that frown.
Haters wanna fuck up my day, but they don't play the same game I play.
I be tailor made; fit for days.
They be stuck on a different page.
Hi hater.  Hi hater.
Bye bitch.  Uh.
I do my thing while they look at me.  Yuh.
They sit and stare while I'm climbing stairs. Uh.
I get it I got the message.
My haters have been neglected!

Verse 2:
Thought I'm done?
No, not yet.
Still be going.
Do my best.
Lock it down.
Every day fight the frown.
Haters wanna talk that shit.
They just wanna get to me.
They just wanna see me quit.
Well I gotta sight to see.
Slicing meat for some unknown deli or flipping burgers for the burger king, I stay adaptable.
A rapping animal.
They don't know a whole lot about me.
They don't know that I could spit in Pittston - Chilling on top or while I'm in the kitchen.
I don't give a fuck.
It don't make a difference.
I'm gonna go hard no matter how I'm living.
Uh. Wait what did he say?
Two faced...He calling me fake?
You think he calling me names?
Muh'Fucka put it on replay.
Haters don't wanna stop and listen.
Only bad is just what they wishing.
They don't give a fuck bout my mission.
They just watch while I keep on fishing.
Haters keeping eyes on me while I keep eyes on my own vision.
I don't give a fuck.
I just do my own thing while they keep on bitching.
They don't know that I'm made to go and got my whole mind set on winning.
Think I'm backing down?
Nah, I'm laughing loud at the fight that they picking.

Hi Hater

#SCxiamOTHER
Lyrics:

Intro:
I can see pain in your eyes.
Only gray is in the...sky...

Verse 1:
Oh, hold up.  Wait.
Let's go for a ride.  Yeah.
Had a bad day.
Time to have some fun.  Yeah.
Shake it all off.
Get a fresh start.  Yeah.
Go until we got the whole room saying, "Yeah!".

Feel the beat down.
But we got some fight left.
Wanna live long.
But we kinda like death.
Going east when we probably should have went west.
Keep it clean even though we live a big mess.

Get knocked down.
Work on getting back up.
Feel weak.
But we still fucking stand tough.
Going broke, we be shooting for the damn cup.
Fuck hate.
Yeah, you know we representing love.

I can see you in the corner looking lonely.
Anywhere you look, not a single homie.
Feeling like giving up on the low-key.
Hold the fuck up.
You a fucking trophy!

Anywhere you wanna go, you could ride with me.
See you all alone, looking for a family.
Even home isn't feeling like what it could be.
Just fighting for your life to live happily.
I may never know your struggle.
But, I feel your pain.
Sometimes wanna put a bullet to the brain.
End it all.  Never have another shitty day.

I think you're doing great.
I really hope you stay.

Pre-Hook:
You just take it day by day.
Wish the pain would go away.
Feel alone and wanna hide.
I am with you.
Come and ride.

Hook:
I can see pain in your eyes.
Only gray is in the sky.
But you say you still got some fight.

Well alright.
Well alright.
Well alright!

Come ride with me.
Ain't gotta be alone it could be you and me.
We could be a tag team and fight em' in the ring.
If you ever need a seat then you could ride with me.  Yeah.

Verse 2:
Oh hold up.
Let me take a chill pill.
I ain't gotta fucking yell just to spit real.
Take it down in a way that I still feel.
Let you know that I see you as a big deal.

You a mother fucking diamond in the rough going through tough times but still don't give a fuck.
Yeah you wanna back down.
But you still be looking up.
You a tough mother fucker hanging on no matter what.  Oh!

You a lover but you still get hit with hatred.
Change routes but you still fall in the same pit.
Quicksand, life got you suffocated.
Sometimes wonder if you'll ever make it.

Sitting in a hole, looking for a hand to grab.
No one looking at you.
Only got you feeling sad.
Looking like a lone wolf in a barren land.
Even four paws barely help you take a stand.

I can see pain in your eyes...

But you still ain't giving up.
Keep a tight grip on love even if you feeling none.
Got a heart with some miles on it left that you could run.

Only gray is in the sky...

But you still fucking shine.
Got a bright soul, nice goals, and a smart mind.
If you feeling what I'm saying then let's go and take a ride...

Outro:
Come ride with me...Yeah.

Ride w Me #SCxiamOTHER

Muse tha Millionaire - Cum Back

Lyrics:
Hook:
Come back.
Come baby.
I'mma make you come back.
Smokin' on this loud, you gon' go and catch a contact.
You gon' come back.
Come baby.
I'mma make you come back.

Verse 1:
Smokin' on this loud, you gon' go an catch a contact.
You lookin' at me while I'm lookin' at the contract.
Pennies into dimes.
When I sign it, then I got that.
You can go and leave, but then I'mma make you come back.
I'mma make you come back.
I don't fuck with dumb rap.
If she work it good, then you know that I'mma come fast.
Bang it like a drum track.
Know you like a fun fact.
Mouth like a turret, I should go and get a gun rack.
Shorty gettin' naughty.
Now she all up on my body.
Say she lookin' for a taste; Wanna lick it like a lolly.
Oh...
Wanna eat me like gumbo.
Smokin' sticky icky.
Leavin' hickies.
Baby I'mma make you...

Verse 2:
I see you sniffin'.
Wanna take a quick hit.
By my side's right where you wanna get.
Lil Mama wanna ride, wanna see what I got.
This ain't a round trip babe.
We goin' straight to the top.
I see an open throne and you know that I'm takin' the spot.
You ain't a queen, then you know that I be makin' a drop.
I'm never gettin' shifty with these stupid bitches actin' tricky.
Wakin' up and lookin' nifty, talkin' bout some, "splittin' fifty."
All they got to say is, "Gimme." like a Pooh without the Winnie.
They be swimmin' in the sewers while I'm ridin' through the city.
Ho...
Hold up.
I see you hangin' on my hip.
Said it time and time again.
I'll say again babe.
I'mma make you...

Cum Back

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