smarter than a snake
as I slither towards my fate
enough doxylamine in me to not be shaked awake
in the seventh state
unlocking mad potential
breaking down the doors like my super crazy ex girl
see me on the news like
i never lose, good or bad
its all the same. its all food
for my ego
such a shame, he waste his brain
don't do whatever he do
the light turns red
try me if you must, your next moves dead
I don't wish to get out of bed but in this current climate, all of my messages are on read
I don't care to read em
bad news loves company, I'm not here to feed em
don't have enough chairs
so liars be scared
child beware
don't need the music to see that they came unprepared
a total fiasco
blood boiling hotter than a bottle of Tabasco
they be shooting for the stars
pointing towards the sky
"is there life on mars"? 
go on take a bow, or a curtsey
either way my names in lights and on t billing first see
addicted to the lights, snorting up attention
raising the asking price
only talk in digits, less than six figures only causes me to fidget
don't be wasting my time
on the phone negotiating, like yo what's my line
race to the finish line but on my life clock I'm like six years behind
Rockstar aesthetic
foreign and domestic
electric and majestic
demeanor so eclectic
best to just rest it

News (Prod. Mingus)

lyrics

happy happy happy that's the mood that i'm in 
bout to go to hell cause all this winning is sin
wrote a hundred lines then threw that shit in the bin
wasn't feeling it
i guess ill just have to start killing it
and when i start to kill it rappers clutch their heart in fear
got them jumping out of windows, running to the nearest pier
buying rope and stools together hanging up their dead careers
and when i start to feel this cocky, everything becomes so clear
 
thinking of transcendency
trendsetting the enemy
pushing out the forces of vile repugnant energy
cant say your the best when your copying off the worst
work ethic is heavenly, cunts cursing the cursed
patching up my own hurt, 20 dollars, mamma's purse. 
Mamma was a doctor, little brother was a nurse
20 million trillion dollars for a 20 second verse
something you don't normally see like a white hearse

Happy (prod. Brokebwoy)

lyrics 

what can i say, i fell on my face
really i should have just given you space
and i'm just amazed, how humans can handle this pain
what is the worth, so much to lose
and so much to gain
people treat love like a game
going through levels of passionate pain
shit really make you go insane
but if given the chance, wed repeat it again
and were hating again, and were fighting again
and the plates are re-thrown and the insults re-said
feeling everything except our remorse
cutting words hit straight to the bone
cutting looks hit straight to the soul
now or house doesn't feel like a home
i really should have just left it alone but

now our love is but imagination

Dear (Prod.Cadet)

Lyrics


I wanna go to Japan
take a plane fly as fast as I can
I wanna know for myself
which dreams should I place on the shelf
it’s not easy being yourself 
especially when you don’t know yourself (worth)
I let myself (hurt) for too long
I flirt with death, bet you take bets 
see how long I can last
I am not pressed, I do not stress
I do not do this to leave you Impressed
I guess
I need to get this off my chest

was never the best dressed, in school  was confused, never did well with tests. 
forever felt like a guest, at home I was nothing, in my mind was even less
and everybody playing chess
i can barely play checkers with the skills that I possess
when you’re obsessed with success 
every fail and stumble is shard of glass through your solar plex

only think of checks, flowing straight from tex, 
it ain’t too complex, I just pay respects, and no one expects, that the one who’s the most down is grasping at his apex
but
I should probably focus more on my life and things that I neglect
I just needed a moment to talk to my mirror and self reflect

 tell me when’s the last time you thought of someone other than yourself you know

,,,,,,pt2 -(prod. hazel)

Lyrics

Omney:
Back when I used to sit in front of the tv 
and relish in the moment how good it felt to be me
 watching favorite anime whether YuGiOh or dbz 
no stress in my life, no responsibilities
please, back then I felt so free uh
easy, don't talk monthly payments or student debt to me
I do not have a care in the world life’s a breeze 
wish I could go back to those days 

LY:
Yeah, I remember that time I used to write a lot, I used to make up stories cooler than I ever was, I used to rap about gummies and just having fun. just silly little songs of happiness and stupid puns. Lil Shank ya that boy was always #1, of my priorities I used to think it'd get me fans. Guess I felt like everything around would go as planned. still, I guess I'll never know who I really am.

V-42 by Omney ft. LY (prod. OG NAJ)

lyrics:
freeing the mind
note that the feelings divine
prayer in infinite rhyme
should it suffice
there is no question
only an answer
should i survive
x-ray the fog
lived in an ocean of clouds
used to rely on the smog
now i see the sun with clear eyes
heaven in infinite mind

a dollar a minute
using a piece of the Washington just to itch it
the fiends dreams are just a scratch away
the odds have just imprisoned
them 
blow on the plastic in search of some matching gems
from where does it stem
picking and picking it quickly with the pen
in search of an easy life
but ending in disappointment
again, and again

again and again my friend
and i say, 

sit up at night
entering into the void
that 
ends up in fright
stare into my black mirror
in search of a light
seeing the visions in front of my eyes
i keep remembering
all of the times, 
should have listened to intuition, 
instead of following 
my minds advice

in constant flux of i dont knows
and oh maybe
i dont know the holy key
who am me, who am me
or my flow
om a nee 
got the glow
do re mi
so adios
soy mas que yo

dije
im more than me 
im a dios
I'm bye bye by
in sync with both of my tongues and then
both of my kind and them 
they see me pull out the pen, fear strikes the heart of them 
they sleep with they pads in them
bleed when they mad at them
tears run down they mics
i can barely see fight in them
i should just stop it
snapping unconscious
hope i never wake up
real life's so exhausting
maybe, I should quit talking

Drago

Just making music, and seeing where it takes me.