Tostitos

dinner plate

Artwork by Niko Nice: 
http://www.nikonice.com/ 
https://twitter.com/NIKOxNICE

Photograph by Noah Dillon: 
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Eric Dingus - Night Gallery

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

prod. @sixtythree

Shoutout ya bitch man she bought another shirt
Up in my DMs talkin’ bout keep up the good work
I’m blurred mf what’s the word
She tryna get all in my head 
Think she wants in on a verse
Busy makin waves stay fuckin surfin uh
I don’t work I just do me 
Make it earn
Call me reverser
Take these curses
Kickem to the fuckin’ curb
I’m burnt 

Feel like the only one that fuckin’ really wants it
I’m on it lil bitch just watch this
Been meaning to cause a ruckus
I bump it until the sun come up
I’m way too fuckin honest I’m sorry
And I don’t even know 
if I can keep up with myself
Sometimes I’m broke
I could get it on
I’m wrote off
How it go
I could get it how I go

REVERSER

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