Tostitos

dinner plate

ESDEEKID X MONTREALITY - IRON SHELL

prod. north

I be goin hard for myself N my team
Does it mean I’m doin the right thing
I might need 
A little bit of something behind me
If I ever forget pls remind me
I need a light please 
these days I don’t be sleepin in the night see
do this shit myself don’t have to wonder where’s the right scene
I could be sittin on the shelf havin to wonder if they like me 
instead I take it in my hands and write these
I don’t even know what the fuck I’d call it
Callin out to the void how I’m comin 
Like i said a couple missed calls from my callin
keep on lettin it ring why ma stallin 
listen I don’t be fuckin knowin

REMEMBER

4am (prod me)

onesec (prod me)

ངས་ལྷག་མེད་གུང་གྱི་འོད་ལ་ཕུལ་གཏོང་།

nosleep (prod me)

TRY AGAIN

IT'S A REBELLIOUS WORLD WE LIVE IN

LYRICS:
I’m floating ‘round, 4 AMs,
Chilling out in Estate Ken’s.
That summer-spring collection just got bagged,
You’re still on the same trends.

I’m the same kid with the same friends,
Posted up in the same ends.
Riding ‘round in that A-Benz,
I’ve got VVS, you’ve got fake gems.

Lad, I burst through like a rhino,
Smoked out — no pyro.
Keep mask up on me face, kid, and it’s all black,
Gotta lie low.

Drugs white — albino,
If you know, then I know.
Where did all of that time go?
I see pyramids — no Cairo.

I’m bold, I’m eager,
She’s loving my demeanour.
I just did shrooms in Malibu,
And I’m seeing shit so clearer.

I’m an animal — hyena,
I was mean, but I just got meaner.
As a kid I always was a leader,
Achieve that shit, then I come back cleaner — I clean ya.

I’m the boy, I’m the boss,
I take all of the stock — I don’t care what it cost.
I put fire to crops,
Had to flip that rock, had an OZ. in me socks.

3.5 in me bills,
When I walk in the gaff, lad, I give man chills.
Two halves of the pills —
You’re never gonna see these bussdown grillz.

I’m the hardest out of this century,
These other man, they can’t step to me.
No handout, I give an extra fee —
I’m the male version of ecstasy.

Got a vendetta with the deputy,
No debt on me ‘cause you’re dead to me.
I’m walking ‘round with no weaponry,
And no little shit would try mess with me.

I’m floating ‘round, 4 AMs,
Chilling out in Estate Ken’s.
That summer-spring collection just got bagged,
You’re still on the same trends.

I’m the same kid with the same friends,
Posted up in the same ends.
Riding ‘round in that A-Benz,
I’ve got VVS, you’ve got fake gems like bahh.

Century

Installation One

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