wax ft. ospa ftp (kugakrewceo)

пацы офсайд + evo9 (sophie)

лансер (4 энергоблок)

Cabernetbelly (Sacha Boulimie)

хади такташ (steguron)

guardian angel (ludatalesi)

болен

не за что

stand 4 me [vznzz]

Souljas Cry

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[Verse 1]
I came from where the pine trees lean on the poles,
Where the game cold, and loyalty worth more than gold,
Seen ninjas get rich and still lose they soul,
Tryna flex with a chain that ain’t even paid in full.
I done seen too much, that shit aged my youth,
Ninjas snitch for likes now, that’s the ugly truth.
I don’t glorify the trap, I glorify the proof,
That a hustler can evolve and still spit that goon shit too.
Every verse I drop sound like contraband,
My raps move units like a dope man’s hand.
Kilo Bizniz, I’m the brand, the plan,
Smoked Out Mafia, we the motherfuckin’ clan.

[Hook]
It’s the five three oh no need to step on toes,
Ya better hurry up and know selling dope is old,
The federally knew about it a long time ago,
And Smoked Out Mafia is the hottest label on the coast.


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[Verse 2]
Ain’t no middleman cut, we direct deposit,
Independent grind, bitch, we the main product.
Got verses in the vault like I’m movin’ narcotics,
But it’s music now, we profit off logic.
I made somethin’ from nothin’, that’s real ambition,
Didn’t wait for no deal, I built my own kitchen.
Cooked beats, dropped heat, kept the vision consistent,
Now the 530 buzzin’ like the block just risen.
I’m from where we mix pain with pride in a verse,
Where the OG’s taught you how to read paperwork first.
Don’t play with that dirt if your name can’t surf,
Cuz the feds love a ninja who confess in a verse.

[Hook]
It’s the five three oh no need to step on toes,
Ya better hurry up and know selling dope is old,
The federally knew about it a long time ago,
And Smoked Out Mafia is the hottest label on the coast.


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[Verse 3]
Ain’t no myth, this the rebirth of the coast,
From Marysville to Vallejo, we doin’ the most.
From the fog to the flames, my name engraved,
In the pavement where the real ones stay unchained.
No gimmicks, no clones, no TikTok trend,
Just pain, hustle, and a pad with a pen.
I turned trauma into commas, I’m built to win,
And every fake ninja wishin’ they could blend in.
Got heat for days, no propane needed,
Bars cut deep, leave the weak ones bleedin’.
Smoked Out Mafia, yeah the team undefeated,
Kilo on the mic, every track get deleted.

[Hook] (x2)
It’s the five three oh no need to step on toes,
Ya better hurry up and know selling dope is old,
The federally knew about it a long time ago,
And Smoked Out Mafia is the hottest label on the coast.


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