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Oddy Nuff Da $now Leopard - $hark Attack

FT. MIKE IKE @dezdagodfather999 

LYRICS 

Ima show you how to pop it 
I been poppin’ since a jit
I don’t care about a profit 
Drop deposits on a fit
Kozy movin’ like a ghost 
Im just tryna make a hit
Said he poppin’ like a shooter
never seen em’ widda stick
Never posted with a hoe
Never post about a bitch
Couple diamonds on my neck
Never had em on my wrist 
Got the bank account on swole
While yo pockets dry as shit 
Steady talkin’ like a hoe 
Cuz you riding on my dick

Said he poppin like a shooter never seen him wit a stick tho
I think that boy schizo
Play it like Nintendo

Clear out the window yeh
You know we gon air it out, clear it out
Why he disappearing now? Glare em out

Cause I do not fuck wit all dat pussy shit
You know that I pull up and I put em on a crucifix
You know that I'm moving crazy bitch I'm like a lunatic
And you know I'm steady pushing on the fucking movement

Niggas talking way too much
Imma spray you up, Imma lay you up

I don't give a fuck bout no nigga he not wit the shits
You know that I'm pullin up and Imma empty out the clip
Yellow diamonds on me looking like it's piss
That's it, I have been on this shi since a jit

Been on this shi since a youngin
Do not dare to make assumptions
My niggas wimme they'll jump in
People like y'all they don't fuck wit

“IMA SHOW U.” (FT. @MIKEIKE)

produced by @lostboynora on ig

LYRICS:

Waiting for where time goes is
Paper for the mind though
I don't understand the typo
I learn best with eyes closed and it
Really isn't my soul that
Needs help or blindfolded 
I need anesthesia 
I need where my mind won't go

34, tatted on my veins
So I'll never cut them bitches again
Only 100's, 50's, and 10's
Know I'll run the city again 
Then imma pop up outta nowhere saying "miss me?" again 

I ain't the type to whine about it but I know its there
February I had wrote that verse it was colder air
No one there, stared into their eyes not a soul compared
I'm glad that you're home now, no sound from your throat, I bare
People say they need me now I wonder is there no one there for em?
Am I actually impactful, shit I wanna be
Speaking from the bottom of my heart, I don't wanna breathe
Come and see the peak of what I'm gonna be
Speaking to the youth, it's fucking 34 this number breathes my life
58, rest in peace to Papa imma be as great as i can
Sick of carrying this hate in my hands
That cremation, is celebration I'll stand for you

34, tatted on my veins
So I'll never cut them bitches again
Only 100's, 50's, and 10's
Know I'll run the city again 
Then imma pop up outta nowhere saying "miss me?" again 
34, tatted on my veins
So I'll never cut them bitches again
Only 100's, 50's, and 10's
Know I'll run the city again 
Then imma pop up outta nowhere saying "miss me?" again 

veins prod. lameboynora

Naked Eye (prod.pandrs)

produced by @probelad on ig

LYRICS:

Aye
Months go by I just wish somebody would murder me
Never in my life has something like this been hurting me
You could pray to God but its never a promised word to keep
So much THC in my system I'm just a third of me
Everything is blurry im stuck in so much uncertainty 
Don't believe my peers got respect for me, they don't work with me
Casual overthinker, I know you people cursing me
Fuck you, i think the issue is y'all ain't deserving me
Talking to my girl, i don't see how she even flirts with me
The reflection I've built of myself is so urgently painted
I know that I did this shit to myself so I'm perfectly hated
I thought the weed would shine light to the other side
Cause mother tried that, and it worked her whole life but
This the point of time where I'm insecure about art
Because a fucking thought is too much to even respond to
Or process, in the process
I feel like an object
I can't be in depth anymore with my lyrics it feels
Ion fucking trust a soul, they're all vindictive for real
All just meant for the thrill, fucking hate the way you bitches talking shit it ain't chill
I'm an addict I know it, its my own casket I'm closing
I'm fucking acting and posing like I can't rap I guess
And when Papa died I knew that this shit was fake
I started abusing the drugs til i grew a newer face
I'm sorry to my homies who at one point, knew its gabe
I'm sorry to the artists who at point, knew my name
I'm sorry to you papa, forgive me its a clueless stage
I'm sorry to you awfully, forgive me, I'll get through the pain

(I'll get through the pain)
I'll get through the pain
___________________________

Writer(s): Karma-49, probelad
Lyrics: Karma-49
Production: probelad

to whom (prod. probelad)

produced by @flavorsbeats on ig

LYRICS:

Tell me who done did what I did
Made the whole album on mobile and it did what it did
Y'all need oscars, way you acting like a bitch ain't a bitch
How I'm flexing still, but I don't got not shit on my wrist
14, pxsthumxus dropped, did that shit as a kid
Say the fire fake but you be dragging shit
Need a plastic bag of wit, catch to act as if you rappers lack offense
Came from the dirt, y'all wouldn't know, y'all don't lack offense
It's DHARMAVINAYA no motherfucking contest
Bloodshot sockets I'm still tripping off them bong rips
I was seeing fairies in the woods shit was complex
R.I.P. to Juice, put one in the sky for Von next
Nah, you are not next
Pack em in that motherfucking venue til its all flesh
Listening to JID and studying, picture this then mix the funny shit
The purple and runny shit, with the twig
Best believe I'm dipping when that money hit
Pussy want the smoke, when i diss there aint no pod left
Starving, rap a motherfucking potluck just to not stress, ha

#34 freestyle (p. flavors)

This song marks the beginning of my Journey as an Artist and Path of True Authenticity 🧸

My Way - Conundrum [prodby_butterwrld]

Soon I'll die and leave my body for the ants (prod. under the maple tree)

we made it feat. conundrum (prod. ozzywya)

rotting in a crowded field (prod. frenzy)

send your vessels mighty lord (prod. Zach Sutton)

not a ShallowBoyz track im just too lazy to type out all that shit

SCOUNDRELS feat. conundrum (prod. Huston beats)

$TACY

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