P.S.A

"Money on everything." Ft Snoop Dogg

Mix & Mastering by Sequoyah Studios

Beat By Hoodrixh

What You Wanna Be

Methodology

TakeALooKArounD

Lyrics:
all i see is blood red, blacked out vision
calling me, is hood-fed bad decisions 
going to the feds, will put you in a bad position
bitch you better listen cause im talking to you
dont got a ride so im walking to you
im hawkin a loog in ya face when i start talking to you 
get out the city now or i start stalkin-a-you 
could get real shitty keep it chill or drop a bomb on ya roof
stop acting aloof

you was right i am the crazy one 
plenty knives and guns i dont have a single lazy one
time for lyings done, try to paste me imma fry me some
thats a lot of blood, its ok it doesnt phase me none
fucking with my son, i really fucking spray me some
meet me one on one pussy lets see who can take me on

whole team of spies watching me like a hawk
whole stream of lies smacking me when you talk
im boutta, track you back to the street where you walk
homemade tomahawk in the crack of ya jaw 
im the, no name Tony Stark
2 suits 
this whole thing, is just way too cute 

“i dont even know where to go from here, feeling worse for wear”
ha bitch what you thought, that i really care?
lets play truth or dare
and ill dare you to say truth 
bet you shit your underwear 
so tiny to me, what the fuck you doing under there?
running through your mind like im Wylee Coyote
the fuck it matter to you bitch? you do not know me 
im just freeloading, staying busy, dick showing
in the land of yodie
   
faded than a hoe, faded than a hoe 
i made it through the rain like im Barry Manilow
hit it so good i made her second cherry go
did it on the high when it shouldve been the low 
wouldnt be a problem if it werent for the hoe 
now i gotta rob em and then to their funeral they go

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/@KimboBeatzClassic for the instrumental

Extended Version of the original

Mixed not mastered

Melt Away (Not Mastered)

Lyrics:
(hook)
pass me that motherfucking vodka Coca Cola 
spin ya baby block in that stock rental low Corolla
do or do not there is no try, im fucking Yoda
you aint real fly, you is just my money holder
x2

faded off my ass pussy, keep on getting on 
i got wine in my cellar, it came straight from Lebanon
bitches fall in love with all these tattoos on my arm
i got a farm of hoes, take your fucking pick of any one  
I come from the East, im just here to cause you harm 
there is no peace, gonna find yourself deceased in front of everyone
catch a flight to Guam and dont know what island im on
might be rich, when i yawn the designer just keep piling on 
i can never sleep
too busy being seduced 
my bank account aint reduced 
im knocking your wifey loose 
in an off brand pair of some shoes
this shit aint fair ive deduced
she pouring me rum and juice 
thats not what i wanted bitch i said 
  
(hook)

i been drunk as hell for 5 days straight now 
all your little friends in your city get sprayed down 
this a home game we dont root for the away town
7.62 it hit yo ass and turn you gay now
7 pistols in my house its a parade now 
but i might be late because this 10 i got just laid down 
fuck her face like its a race im no longer delayed now 
coming for your ass, and you should probably be afraid now  
alcoholic tendencies, bitch wheres my drink at
i just got some coke, now tell me where the sink at 
im just tryna cope, not depressed so dont you think that 
but your family will be when they see your fucking wig back

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/@prodbytekilla for the instrumental

Vodka Soda

Lyrics:
Peezy
tryna make the best of life because our time is finite
stayin tight with whoever on my left and on my right
wont see me at the function i am not about that night life 
fucking with my mans, expand that draco w a night sight
whole lot of dysfunction, you are blocking all my sight lines
fuck w me im here to stay, im stopping your whole timeline
got a lot to live for, and got way too much to die by
so i stand and I fight until im gone and waving bye bye

not here for the limelight i just want some extra cheese 
im heavenly on Hennessy, been off a bean since 17 
got weaponry and F-16s, i just got their fucking check in, see?
im spitting endlessly, that LGB will give you Leprosy

I’m sensing jealousy stressin out your Helen Keller beats 
on a full court press, what you gonna tell her, B? 
well i digress, team of shirts i shoot and dye the rest
revolver from the Wild West
so come on bitch lets see you try and test

bitch im an outlaw not no fucking southpaw  
shit flying outta my mouth like mouthwash
hit you with a left right up down, not all 
another left right will turn the fucking cops off 
one more left will spawn my helicopter 
some more deaths, why even call the doctor? 
give you a test, even be your proctor 
bitch was your best? well i just unblocked her

i dont give a fuck if the beat aint knockin
bulletproof vest just went and stopped one 
get to busting back now you got a shot lung 
she coming back cause yo ass is not hung 
we could dog fight like this shit is Top Gun
me and J take out your whole damn squadron
no limits is my fucking doctrine 
double-ought slug in my hunting shotgun

J with the K make you L like M-A-M-B-A
3 point in your face like its the NBA 
got visions but it aint from the MDMA
decisions being made from deep within my DNA 
say what i want to say, no NDA 
hes on the way to play 
so pray and brace    


Fortunato
The good, bad, the ugly, and fake
Like a generational curse, I carry disgrace
Pick up the pace, it's double time with me and Peezy in the race
Who needs a pot to piss in when I'd rather pee on the snakes

Another day another victory to keep in the safe
Be in the way and you just might peep what we keep on the waist
It never strays, if we missed shots we gave you time to get away
I would not repeek that angle you'll get shot in your face

I would not trade spots with you you're making minimum wage
If I dropped straight off the top it'd still be lyrically insane
I jot a verse that puts most rappers to shame and it burns the page
We're not the same, but please, allow me to explain it in another way

Eminem and Jay on Renegade, when me and AP got our heads in the game
Might make you question your whole referencing frame
Take a step back, get lost to the ring
It's Fortunato I'm just doing my thing, bitch

Call up the soldiers, where you at?
Mines the one with brick with 36 Priuses in the back
You don't even wanna know what the fuck I'm doing with that
Let's just say when I blow up, that I ain't blowing from rap

Bomb goes off in thirty seconds, defuse in seven and a half
There's three enemy combatants on the other side of the map
I can't have you in my stack if you cannot do the math
Motherfuckers like me and Peezy get it done cause we're cracked

Recognize me from the silver chain, mock neck, and the stache
If it's Nike and it's hard then I got that shit in my bag
My girl leaned over and asked why I'm obsessing over tags
In the past I had a shoe string to keep the pants on my ass 

So now I got a lot to prove, one minute I'm broke and the next I'm busting a move
I guess I got in my groove
The only reason to win is so other fuckers can lose
Cause at the end of the day it's always better me than you 

Credit: https://www.youtube.com/@sadcg for the instrumental

Red

Peezy

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