in due time

I'ma make it obvious there's no need for comparing//
My tolerance for these haters and fakers startin' to wear thin//
But I just bring the real, and point out what seems apparent//
Like my niggas being fly, call us Tuskegee airmen, no losses//
Shit turned real around the way//
My nigga moved to LA, in hopes to get it all straight//
And I'm just hoping he cool, that's my family to the grave//
So whenever he smooth we back on the same page//
It be like that//
Scared of the future but never been more excited//
Always had a dream but never been more inclined to take it//
I want it so bad I can taste it//
I'm allured by its looks and faded off its fragrance//
I been patiently waitin', I been patiently making//
These lessons to kick to y'all, cause y'all in need of some saving//
Second coming watch this youngin' shine//
When we gon be on? I tell em in due time//

[Chorus]
Stay forever on your grind keep your head held high to your dreams//
To your dreams and I swear that you'll succeed it's never outta your reach- as long as u believe//
x2

The lack of respect disgust me//
I'm something like a must see//
The way I see it, there's no one relevant round, but me//
And my team but that's a given//
What is also a given is my team full of winners//
I done seen couple niggas run and talk they shit on twitter//
Never acknowledge hate and focus on the bigger picture//
That's word to my nigga Geoff, told me we'd be up next//
He told me keep it 100, I told him its nothing less//
I keep constantly getting texts, from women some of them ex//
Who congratulate my success but they finally see what they left//
I been out here on a mission, never stoppin til I'm finished//
So in my history book them hoes is just another sentence//
In the past, them and bullshit occupy space//
Been chillin but now I'm back on my columbine ways//
If the strong move silent, I'm a mime//
Oh when we gon be on? I tell em in due time...//

[Chorus]


Dreams {Prod. Air Kalo & Coop}

There's a place I like to travel to, it's close//
You should drop whatever that you're doing, we should go//
And You should know I take it slow//
But You can hear that in the flow//
If you haven't noticed I tend to keep my affairs on the low//
We Don't gotta tell a soul//
Just snap your fingers and we ghost- poof//
And be alone exactly as we're supposed too//
A lot to learn about life so let me coach you, you coach me//
I tend to do things differently, so pay attention closely//
These hearts that we posses got a connection of something//
It's seems yours was cold as ice, I guess I'm Gretzky or something//
I navigate through your soul, hoping you'll bless me or something//
And be your main concern the rest will mean nothing//
But first....

[Chorus]
R U high right....now? Now? Now?
Baby are you high right now? X2

See most women look at me wit cold vision//
They give me they hearts, they I won't love em, not gon miss em//
Despite all my bold diction in verses and flows written//
The truth seem so vivid bout you and me in each sentence//
I've sinned, done my repentance, but haven't we all?//
Just tryna give you that feelin like gravity's gone//
Lift your spirits to your limits, then past and beyond//
See Holdin on is gon be hard, you gon' have to strong//
Trust me//
The view up here is lovely//
You've never felt this high, I coulda swore you said you loved me//
You been through it all and that's the good, the bad, the ugly//
It's funny, I've done the same///
I got some ways to take away that pain//
But first

[Chorus]

R U High {Prod. Kyle Justice}

[Chorus]
Nigga I run this here, there's no movement unless I say so//
I'm killin leaving no witnesses that's case closed//
Fuck a bitch, we get money we never chase hoes//
They just happen to follow, they try to fuck wit some niggas like us//
Cause we the RLES in this bitch wassup?//
We the RLES in this bitch wassup?//
We the RLES in this bitch wassup?//
Wassup?//
Wassup//

Nigga got that shine best get yo sun block//
Ain't no tellin when my run stop//
Prolly when my heart ceases to beat, and when my lungs stop//
See I father niggas like, boy tie your shoes and get your lunch box//
I can talk my shit, a nigga verified and what not//
Word to my nigga Thomas, he seen it before it started//
Now my bandwagon parade around my city - they hop on it//
Bitches in my mentions and DMs claimin they want it//
And my image slowly evolves into iconic//
I done promised my niggas I'd take them farther, then class, a degree a Harvard//
Don't need none of that bullshit, don't even bother//
Shit so I been on it, and me and my short nigga that's from Charlotte//
Been chasin money regardless ironic, to stack it taller//
I swear- Every last dollar is accounted for//
Walk thru the crowd at shows, smellin like a pound of dope//
On the go, on grind, never in lounging mode//
And if you ain't after that check fuck is you round me for nigga?//

[Chorus]

Shit I'd always show love but would get nothing back//
They see me killin and now they show love like, where the fuck was that?//
Ain't shit different on my side nigga, no change occured//
Just been on my J-O they show praise who wouldn't say a word//
Fuck it tho//
Just tryna function, lighting haze//
See I'm the alpha to my city, but absent of lions maims//
They talkin' bout auras? my aura give brighter rays//
But they can have that, shit- even stopped clocks are right twice a day//
Capital L-O-Ls at those who think they nice as me//
It's kinda cute to have a dream thinking you might compete//
Been on the road state to state them bitches enticed wit me//
I see they tryna ride my wave- but the height to steep//
Nigga.

[Chorus]

Wassup {Prod. ID Labs}

[Chorus]
Now I'm ridin' round the city, I'm just rollin' by myself//
Thinkin' bout this money that I'm rollin' by myself//
Thinkin' how these liars wasn't rollin' by myself//
And how they keep on actin' like I owe them something else//
These niggas just mad cause my whip too clean//
All the bad bitches wanna get up on the team//
These niggas just mad cause the way I go hard//
All these bad bitches tryna get up to the loft//

Been plotting this for a minute, the thought of it got me trippin//
How all this came to fruititon just all of us on a mission//
Uh, just do our thang see, all of us go and get it, and that's the motto we live it//
The juggernauts to this shit ain't no stoppin us that's just physics//
Try to find a nigga who's hotter might be a minute//
Barely even write and flow harder then all these niggas//
Calculus with the flow, I'm a problem to all these niggas//
Feel the aura like the sun, I'm the father to all these niggas//
They on time out//
Oh your bItch bad? Homie let me find out//
Whisper in her ear and I guarantee you we ride out//
Ain't no chasin', this equipped wit wings so we fly south//
If the game is yours then it's mine now u dig it?//
Linked up All Star, now the sound is Olympic//
That 5 ring shit//
Came in alone, but I'm leavin' wit the best//
That's reference to my team, R-L-E-S//

[Chorus]

Did it by myself, I'ma get it by myself//
The team and myself, chasin' dividends and wealth//
Tryna get that bat mobile Lambo and whip it like its stealth//
They ain't gon see me coming, but we finna give em hell//
I wish these niggas well, but I'm no longer concerned//
I came to kill em all, been waiting so long for my turn//
Now I'm up, finally off deck//
Finally off the bench, wit every shot you know it's all net//
Fiening for that money, startin' to itch you see my palms sweat//
Find me wit a dime that like to kick it and give bomb neck//
Sippin that elixir got me twisted am I on? yes//
Me my myself and I//
And my brothers by my side//
Them my brothers, they gon ride//
And you know that-//
So I don't need to reiterate//
Been starving while these niggas ate//
Now this game is on my dinner plate//
So - I'ma fill up//
Y'all sleep and I'm still up//
Working til' a nigga make a mill plus//
You know it the RLES nigga

[Chorus]

Myself Ft. All Star {Prod. All Star}

[Chorus]
This my type of shit//
So, you can get right to this//
Just- pour yo glass and take a sip//
Cause this my type of shit//

A quarter past 6 and I'm chillin plotting the night//
Tryna see women for chillin' to start it off right//
She callin me Simmons we Hittin it off, she enticed//
She figured its fate, she see how them stars would align//
I smirk, shit im chillin, my niggas all gettin high//
That purp in my system you see it's all in my eyes//
I'm slumped in this couch shit I'm stuck my posture declined//
Only the bread's occupying the thoughts in my mind//
This for them people who treatin others as equals//
Type shit like you gon get high, if we do//
We at the bar you gon get on, if we do//
If I'm rockin a show you gon go hard, if we do//
Cause I wouldn't be able to make this music I make to//
Influence the greater, so for that gift I'm grateful//
For my niggas and my fam that I'm wit//
And I enjoy this moment, this is my type of shit//
And I say that....

[Chorus]

Mama knew I was different from the day//
I was birthed- now ima put this pimpin on display//
And that's word to my daddy and his traits//
That He happened to relay//
That now coarse through my veins//
Vibin to these rhythms, my niggas vibin the same//
We on chil,l but remember not a single lion is tamed//
So fall back from being all in my face//
No squares enter my circle, that's just a conflict of space//
My team, hot then a mother, proceed wit caution no tape//
I been- droppin these bars, just hoping y'all can relate//
It's amazing how far all of us came//
And still gotta travel so far but I'm on my way//
Uh catchin my groove I'm feelin there's no one is stoppin me//
That's word to my nigga Karbon - they tryna copy me//
Kickin this game check the philosophies//
Adopt them please//
Ill show you how to live properly//

[Chorus]

My Type Of Shxt {Prod. Karbon}

I been waiting so long//

Finally get that minute to exhibit how I'm feeling//

Sippin til I'm so gone//

Been working hard I'm exhausted, but never a lack in posture//

That music is so strong//

Natural high but that you know, that kick back, no judo//
Young Neil//
Chillin- Outer space with no suit though//
Skipping over theses stars, ice skating on Pluto//

I'd hate to lose you//
And you'd hate to lose me too//

Should never be afraid of something new//
Elevating your life just might better your view//
And I'm improved from every bit you//
Let these truths//
Loosen you up, your personal masseuse//
Make you sweat, take a towel or two//
Make you wet is what I'm bound to do//
Conversations wiht liquor, got a round or two//
You talking bout' your goals and how you close, you know I'm proud of you girl//
That's given//
Empty your mind, I'ma fill your glass//
Pour so out your soul, you hope this feeling lasts//
This a new type of love this shit will clear your past//
You got your mind on your desires, with the clearest path//
But a heart that's been broken, I'm tryna seal it back//
Willing to take every one of your doubts, now how real is that?//
You tell me..


in due time

pitpanther01