Name: SANTA'S NOT REAL by Con Jarson
Duration: 1 min 30 s
Description: MEOW

keep your head up, have faith and try and pray for better dayz.

produced by @ cadence
*04202023

lyrics:

she wanna make a movie, she wanna call me “her bae”
im smokin on that runtz you niggas still smokin cake
no i cannot relate.. so get the fuck up out my face 
and when you meet ur maker ima piss all on that grave 

momma are you proud of me yeah i jus beat a case
i kept my mouth shut, and kept it one hunnid and never snaked
i stayed lowkey and all to myself is the only way
so when i came home, cut everyone off and i changed my ways 

i dont need help, i don’t need friends i don’t need to explain 
i know you dont understand me, this a different kind of pain
i know you don’t understand the way i heal is not the same 
and if i told you how i feel you gon tell me im insane 

i don’t need help, i don’t need love, i just want feel okay
you can see it in eyes, see the demon i became
when i ride around my city, i don’t need to hide my face 
but i still pray to god, i still pray for these better dayz

better dayz

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SANTA'S NOT REAL

prod @arath-tb
pulled a 50 round out the fuckin sock
ya I got tha good gas ya they knowin who ta call
niggas lame tryna flex chains they bought from the mall 
six foot but when I stand on my money im tew tall (tew hunnit)
n I got more rings than a fuckin QB
told my bitch to go n get them drugs bring em to me
na i aint the migos but my bitch is bad and she bougie
bitch I took that hoe to paris n we went and made a movie
pull up to my crib n watch it move
faced 10 blunts bitch we on the top of da roof
gettin a lil crazy beat that pussy up black and blue
ya i wanna take off rappin n then drop outta school

nigga fuck school, nigga fuck goin to class
ya im jus tryna blow up n start counting cashh
ya bitch we throw a party everyday like a frat
tryna gamble all my money n I hope I win it back
ya ya Im the typa nigga ta double up my quap
niggas dont be takin me serious but im finna be on top
i aint tryna impress nobody pop out wit hoodies n crocs
im just chilllin on my own smoke dope n kick rocks

pulled a 50 round out the fuckin sock
ya I got tha good gas ya they knowin who ta call
niggas lame tryna flex chains they bought from the mall 
six foot but when I stand on my money im tew tall (tew hunnit)
n I got more rings than a fuckin QB
told my bitch to go n get them drugs bring em to me
na i aint the migos but my bitch is bad and she bougie
bitch I took that hoe to paris n we went and made a movie
pull up to my crib n watch it move
faced 10 blunts bitch we on the top of da roof
gettin a lil crazy beat that pussy up black and blue
ya i wanna take off rappin n then drop outta school

On Sum Chill Shit tho, Like Sum Light Shit(prod.Tosky)

dis 1 for u (stanthekid)

og beat: https://soundcloud.com/colotoj/che-lemon-glow-type-beat

DIS_1_GOT_IT_remix (prod colotoj)

Ily But Ihy

5star prod 2ukko

5star* (boosted) prod 2ukko

lyrics .

Yea I met you in Florida, I Swear You Had My Heart, You Wanna See in the light, But You Gotta Go Through The Dark, Like Johnny Cage Hole in his Eye, I got a Hole in My Heart, They Wanna Tear Me Down I Restart, They wanna fuck it up Break Apart, I need to reset Kickstart, I’m the same one who made Pierce Ur Heart, I’m the same one who Pierced Your Heart, I’m the same one who pierced her heart, I’m the same one, I’m the same one, you be the 1, you be the 1, Ik who did it, ok it’s us, how long we gonna last? End of the month, I wanna know I wanna know I wanna know, I fucked up, bitch I’m torn, she don’t speak English this bitch foreign, tell me when u want it, ok early morning? I can’t go back, I get away, uh. Vacay I wanna vacay, I wanna vacay, I wanna vacay, I get away, I get away, I’m like a blimp, bitxh I get high, look at the sky, how is ur eyes, I wanna know why u got a disguise, look at my Rick Owen shades see lies, if we locked we not saying goodbye, bitch we locked in we not saying goodbye, going all in I’m not good with goodbyes, she wanna leave me she can’t see me, this girl blind like Stevie, she wanna know, why they keep losing, me vs you & I swear she gon choose me, big ass Draco blow like a Uzi, flowing on beats like I’m lil Uzi, I’m not a fighter, but she snoozing, go against me ok ur losing, fucking yo main hoe, bitch im screwing, tighten my head I need some screwing, make out room we in love island, fuck up the sheets now the bitch not walking, I’m on the streets jus pulled up walking, no I don’t give my number often.

Met u in Florida (Xon4l)

IG: @Citra40__

lyrics:
Im moving at high speeds
The one bitch i might be
None of yall fright me
So why would you try me
I make money lightly
I New York like Spike Lee

Brand new porsche gt lil bitch im skirtin off
Know me by both names feel like im scott hall
She say that she love me even all my flaws
Cant beef with no lames yeah I can’t get involved

Bitch i’m tryna go global
Intercontinental like dom
They told me just keep going
You’ll have the world in your palm
Told me don’t stop just keep calm
Checkin on me they stalk
Im going up like stocks
Look at that benz just bought
Drove that shit off the lot I paid in full
How much it cost paid it back in two
Days and my bank account lookin like new 
Stayed in the crib just countin my blues
Got two hoes don’t know who to choose
I make money just to do what I do
Money like ric im yelling out woo

Might be the one
Quicksand got em stuck
KO I stun
Like it say on my ones
In god I trust
In NY like Brunson

Brand new porsche gt lil bitch im skirtin off
Know me by both names feel like im scott hall
She say that she love me even all my flaws
Cant beef with no lames yeah I can’t get involved

SANTA'S NOT REAL

Con Jarson

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