Rob him for the sticks now I’m Jackie xan
Driving foreign whips I’m a happy man
Got a foreign bitch she from pakistan
Hit the plug for zips in an hour I’ll be back again

I’m cooking the dope with the extra heat
Call it the family recipe
I might just pop me a Tesla bean
Put all my exes on Ecstasy 
High as a bitch my trajectory
Running my business got equity
All on my wrist the Patek phillipe
Ya that my chick she a sexy freak
Oh thats your hoe open sesame
I take your bitch like the SAT
Ho shut your mouth when addressing me
Cut the girl off like vasectomy
Cops are arresting me, question and pester me
Saying I’m after the fact an accessory
Searching for packs and the racks and the weaponry
Happy I stashed it successfully
Back to the trap when they let me be


Rob him for the sticks now I’m Jackie xan
Driving foreign whips I’m a happy man
Got a foreign bitch she from pakistan
Hit the plug for zips in an hour I’ll be back again


I take the gas, to my medulla 
You loser I’m running my trap outta hooters
I’m hooping like hula, take me to court I’mma sue ya
I got the chopper I aim it like Schumer
The shooters’ll do ya protecting the mulah
Removing yo ass is their favorite maneuver
Deuce of the lean in my yeti is cooler
My money ain’t funny got no sense of humor
Stoner medusa, keeping a luger
Shoot you and leave you to sleep in the sewers
The smith and the wesson will keep you from moving
Don’t fuck with you if you beef on computers
Bricks I’mma flip em so cheap to consumers
Sprite is too clear I’mma need to pollute it
Pop me a jigga I’m geeked and I’m booted
Just hold my beer man I seen this in movies
Chew on a xan then I cross myself
Too many xans I forgot myself
Don’t have a blunt then I’m not myself
Yacht master rollie so watch yourself
I Wore my diamonds to Rock the bells
20s in the duffel, 10s in the VIP
I’mma fight the bouncer if he’s asking me to see ID
Your girl a 3 I see, mixtape flame like a Bic
Show no love to a PIG, if he eye me, I D-I-P
Hit a hundred three in the CRV
Catch a bullet to the head like D. Tyree
My levi jeans where I keep my tree
Don’t buy by the G, got a Z-I-P
Baked. 
I see the Jakes.
I serve the junkies that live on the cape.
Serve all the weight
Make my escape
It’s hard to hide when you driving a wraith
Molly with acid it make me feel great
Model with ass and she on my Estate
Tom brady pass if she ask for a date
Got so much cash it won’t fit in the safe
Cut the dope in a large blender
Shoot my shot like Carmelo
See double hit a car fender
Serving xans I'm a bartender 


Rob him for the sticks now I’m Jackie xan
Driving foreign whips I’m a happy man
Got a foreign bitch she from pakistan
Hit the plug for zips in an hour I’ll be back again

Jackie Xan

I been slipping in the muddy
All your bitches ugly, lucky I been whipping in the Chevy
ugh
24/7 that’s my schedule ugh
Drippin more cash, now my eyes like emeralds
Bed of roses cause I’m sleeping on the pedal woah
Coming for my neck well you better get a a better rope
Flowing like a motherfucking life raft set afloat
Get a hoe, let her blow, check her in the centerfold
Mystery to myself still, nobody knows my psyche best
Did the dash switching lanes, always moving right to left
Hype to death, music so flame that it could hype the deaf
I might be next cooking up a rhyme like a pricy chef
Sheisty vets all up on my team rocking icy necks
Kanye still in debt cause he refuse to cash the Nike checks
Fight to death, wait
Come in your city, I’m whippin the foreign edition
I score in the morning you mourning your mistress
You’re in a civic
I’m in the range rove where the floor has been lifted
Yours isn’t tinted
My tints got Kalifa invisible in it
Black out the windows
What does it matter, dropping the top in december
All of the money for memories that I regret or forget altogether

I’mma hit it bar down
Gotta remember that we ain’t in a large town
But I plan to hit it bar down
Flagrant shit, I might commit a hard foul

You keep it 100?
I’m spending a one up and keeping the hundreds
Seem to blunted, I’m moving so slow cause I’m deep in the money
8 hours plus when I sleep in the money
Haters be salty they season the money
Taking the money, no leaving the money
On top till the feds start seizing the money
Pay fees in abundance,
Woah now, ask him please slow down
Homie’s got 4 fouls, playing like it’s no fouls
You kinda weird bruh, get this shit cleared up
I’mma take loud to the head like earbuds
I am Usain but I cross more ribbon
Too bad your bars weaker than El Chapo’s Prison
Smuggle birds in Toronto, that's Canada goose
No one been this high since the man on the moon
My gucci flip flops got sand in em too
Cause I took a quick hop and i ran to the dunes, bar down


I’mma hit it bar down
Gotta remember that we ain’t in a large town
But I plan to hit it bar down
Flagrant shit, I might commit a hard foul

Bar Down

￼
Leave the door open, may be coming back late
Still bitter cause of what you did, it was in bad taste
 dont know if I can live without you
When im down I still think about you
You can tell im broken by the look in my eye
Escape the frying pan just to jump in the fire
Losing power of my wheel, please send me a ride 
Tryna do this solo (so low) and im ending up high

In this damn tunnel ive been searching for some light to see
Waiting for one thing to just go right for me, unlikely
Life was cutting me some slack for once but now its tightening
_My brain was chillin out for months but now its fighting me
My thought patterns all scattered
Miss my dawgs no rottwieler 
Ask if I wanna talk about it
Like gravity I say drop the matter
It could be a sunny day, but mentally cant stop the rain
They say I wish I had your mind I tell em you dont want my brain
Dropped the pain pills, shit still I’ll cant drop the pain
I need you just like oxy-gen, my life since you is not the same
Sorta tired, I aint looking for to cry no mo
I would get more than high, if I aint know it pull my mind so low
I got assorted vibes, on the side, a shame my mind is fortified
This world I find it boring, why I guess that I was born to fly
Life’s a whore I’m horrified, my psyche torn I’m sorta tired
Even tho the night is long when this mic records it’s morning time

Leave the door open, may be coming back late
Still bitter cause of what you did, it was in bad taste
But dont know if I can live without you
When im down I still think about you
You can tell im broken by the look in my eye
Escape the frying pan just to jump in the fire
Losing power of my wheel, please send me a ride 
Tryna do this solo (so low) and im ending up high

How I got no pride, the fall came before it 
Phone rings, the high it call I cant ignore it
But the high i cant avoid I just cant afford it
Maybe just a little green like the mandalorian
Time travel off the benzos, whip a xan delorian
I aint tryna end up in no in memoriam
Dont know where to take this rap shit, I guess the pencil pointing him 
Try to talk about my problems feel like im annoying them

frying pan -> fire (prod. by tinijuice)

chekov's gun (prod. by lowtyde)

Plug Only serving white like the people in the legislature
Catch the punchlines decades later, spitting Dennis Rader
Sent a hater to the ventilator, take his breath away, de-
fenestrate ya, you neglect to pay yo gon regret it later
Get a bae to dedicate the medication imma take to 
Excavator; got it out the mud after heavy raining 
Energy expenditure is raising need a generator
Lit verses written every minute this is second nature

Rock Versace, Fly to death like a kamikaze
Or buddy holly, shoot a rapper im paparazzi
Off the wocky, turn a sprite into a pot of coffee
Even junkies tell me “watch it, that’s a lotta oxy”
All the homies sticking to the code I feel like Hammurabi
Tolerance it skyrockets, not the one to try to Cosby 
I think I’d like it probably, I keep a sprite it’s awfully
Muddy, feeling like a Saudi, rich off oil eyes are glossy
Say he got a drake I think he might be joshing
Suck my dick till its numb treat it like a losenge
Pushing rocks to feed your fam is a Sisyphean task
He broke - had to sell his blicky, on his hip be a flask
VLone target, put the shit on his back
D in the women just like Michigan has
Ripping a backwood, bitches think my shit is a bay
Making bomb raps, feds harassing me I feel like Oppenheimer
You copping shein I see the fits you rocking not designer
Got a grip on this game when I got suppliers (some pliers)
I’ve gotten higher than the voice of an awful liar
Been cold (coal) and underground since Paul a minor (miner)
Put some gold on his head out in cali but he’s not a niner
Real G’s (Xi) move in silence when they copping china
Pushing P you just some pussies ya you got vaginas
Bet the burners pierce your epidermis
Rock a presi sip a 8 im second terming
Would po’ed another four but I set a term lim’t
Fuck a barbie on camera, guess im greta gerwig
Margot robbie in my phantom, on my Belfour shit


Sell it en masse, andWork aint touch my hands, I aint palm dappin’
Strong rapping, Felt so free when I was done trappin
So long, farewell to selling drugs, call it Von trapp-ing
Hit after hit like the arm of a com-batant
You on some square shit like a wombat and
Song slapping, im back into contact with
My imagin-ation at long last, hope its long lasting 
Went from bomb passing to passing on bomb gas
I dont want grass in my lungs ash on my bomb fashion 
Im the spec-tacular one smashing a kardashian
A-lladin onto the fly-er fashion, higher than god, ask him
Bombastic on tracks I am the don, bastards
All facts

dennis rader (prod. by bardo beats)

(Hook)
Mad bitches, stack riches, black swishers, hash twisters
Keep it 100 like major league pitches
Going 5-0 man snitches get stitches
Season series sweep got brooms like witches

Take your ass out like this shit is a dinner date
You been afraid, beginner ways’ll get you sprayed
With winner’s Ks. Ks like the A_-47, I’m the reverend
Of your death when I  take steps to ensure I  get my checks

So white like albinos, I’mma smite like the bible
I  recite like recital, and I  fight like the tribal
I  snipe like a rifle, insight like an eyeball
On the mic like I’m michael, spit tight like a spiral

Get right I cause take you out like the garbage
Shoot for the stars and I’m loading up the cartridge
Swimming round in outer space like a motherfuckin starfish
You the turkey on thanksgiving I’mma motherfuckin carve it

Not the motherfucking harvest, give thanks like the pilgrims
That I’m spilling these raps, shooting tanks at you children
Empty spot at the top, I’mma get that shit filled in
Packing Super Bowls like my name Ricky Williams 

(Hook)
Mad bitches, stack riches, black swishers, hash twisters
Keep it 100 like major league pitches
Going 5-0 man snitches get stitches
Season series sweep got brooms like witches

Slow your fuckin roll like a damn speed bump, B
Going so hard on this motherfuckin dumb beat
Load up the gun and every day I’mma pump heat
Fuck you fathers daughters like 22 Jump Street

I  freestyle fast like Olympic Swimming
A grave for you motherfuckin limp-dick digging
Bout to spit fire like pacific rim, and
I  put you boys to sleep like I’m babysitting


Versatile flow like this shit a chamelion
Jaywalk all over you like pedestrian prison
See me, be like, “The best he has risen”
I  keep the strap on me like lesbian women

Tear up your family, your mom’s destroyed
Performing mob hits on you unemployed
Rappers. Get inside your head like I’m Sigmund Freud
And I spit like slim Shady, I’m LeSean McCoy



(Hook x2)
Mad bitches, stack riches, black swishers, hash twisters
Keep it 100 like major league pitches
Going 5-0 man snitches get stitches
Season series sweep got brooms like witches

This track bangs in the whip, public fornication
Catch a body, got another four in the basement
Spit fire, critics coulda swore I  was satan
Got you jealous motherfuckers just abhorring my greatness

Sorry if the words too big for you haters
This ain’t a democracy I  stick to dictators
Shouts out to everyone who called me a faker
My life a documentary bout getting this paper

I  would think that when I  drink that I  slur too
Cruising in my car, flick back the Firebird’s roof
One thing I  know is that these sick tracks hurt you
Only time you relevant is when yik yak chirps you

I  tell you beware, hope you know what my warnings are
And these verses made of a soaring bar
Fucked up this beat, but I’m not a porn star
I  got more things topless than just my foreign car

Mad bitches, stack riches, black swishers, hash twisters
Keep it 100 like major league pitches
Going 5-0 man snitches get stictches
Season series sweep got brooms like witches



05 Snitches Get Stitches (Believe It Remix)


Wanna take a second just talk about my Hometown
The rundown on Natick, MA why don’t you come down
I  moved here when I  was just a kid at 2
So this suburban town was the only shit I  knew
And in this town like American debt I  grew
Close my eyes and remember in my head I  flew
Back to younger days, kids I  met at school
So Natick, this time I’mma spit at you

Now everybody knows bout the Natick Collection
My objection: the rest of the town is perfection
Especially my part of it; the west side section
Where the kids who went to Brown had a special connection
Like playing tug-of-war every year on the field
Get the small kids in front, the big in rear as a shield
Playing lava tag on the playground was funny, 
Until Ms. Small went and outlawed running
Every summer spent at Dug Pond, swimming like the Navys
Get some pastries at the bakery, then we maybe hit up Casey’s
On the daily Natick’s relaxed but life can get so crazy
But on those hazy summer days, life seemed lazy

Remembering summer evenings at the Common gazebo
Throwing balls back and forth like Ortiz was my hero
Every year is longer, as the weather gets warmer
Buying overpriced Ice Cream at Park Street’s corner

Outside all day, it ain’t time to go home
This small town may as well be our Rome
Drive to George’s, get a buffalo chicken calzone
Or hit the dunkin’s drive through, coffee without foam

Remember fantastic fridays, at the cole center
It was warm in the gym despite the cold winter
Five dollars at the door, then we were told to enter
Remember all the good times that we shared together

Remember long hours spent on the T-Ball field
Oranges on soccer sidelines, these all peeled
Stop at Dairy Queen after, that would be our meal
Got bumps and bruises every day, but these all healed

Remember ding dong ditching houses, running away
Remember rec basketball and always wanting to play
Birthday parties, chucky cheese, having fun in the day
Sledding at Elm Bank, loving to sleigh

On half days, walking all the way to liberty’s pizza
Order a couple, pay in cash, we dont have visa
Walk to someone’s house, get bagel bites from the freezer
Then to the field to play football, we’re always eager

On sunday, Brady threw a hail mary or two
Remember blizzards coming through, and buried the school
Can’t get my car out, cause the snow buried it too
30 inches, got a shovel had to carry the fool
After finishing that, I  dug myself a snow fort
But not before hitting up all my cohorts
Unfortunately the snow covered up the court
So we resort to throwing snowballs that’s covered in dirt

Remember long winter nights just sitting by the fire
Coming in from snowball fights, hoping I  get dryer
In the choir prior to christmas eve
Waiting up for santa, I  swear that all the kids believe
The cookies we left out are gone, that’s what the kids perceive
Going downstairs at 8, check what the kids recieve

Every fall raking orange leaves into massive mounds
Trick or treating, weighed my candy; bout at least half a pound
Later on in the year the leaves turned black and brown
In this place I’ll never ever feel I  have to frown
All the other football teams, we’d smack those towns
And always love when fall rolls back around
Better than everywhere else that the map surrounds
Natick’s where I’ll graduate with cap and gown


02 Natick

*Hook) 
I just needed my mind right, woah ay ay
And I need to get signed right away ay
Said youre leaving  it blind sided me(may) ay
Would you help me if I send a May Day 
 
Green they dont get green, en-vious of the limelight
Need a bit of sleep thats dreamless I be alright
Or to speed in a Beemer, till im outta sight
Forget Re-grets my mind fight

You’re my sons, you can’t see me cuz  I’m leaving all these dead beats 
Have beef then we leaving him as red meat
Mental potential end up spending it on spreadsheets
Ice cold; mind racing, it’s a dead heat
Keep that thang tucked on the corner like a bedsheet
Im Wembanyama balling like the hoop is less than 10 feet
You hustle backwards I just seen you make your bread wheat
I got your check beat….
Need a medic who will block my adrenergic receptors
Switch sides, Benedict  how we murder defectors
How im uplifted sipping purple depressants 
Free features, im a preacher with the verse imma bless him 
These rappers be actors, aint read chapters
Me, I Leave the beat in tatters, skip the the-atrics
My potential blacked out with the lines (fast), like its re-dacted 
She leave, prolly cause a tear like a Knee Fracture 


(Hook)
I just needed my mind right, woah ay ay
And I need to get signed right away ay
Said youre leaving  it blind sided me(may) ay
Would you help me if I send a May Day 

Guess that’s a no, but I need you, must want me dead
Heart on my shoulder, im see through
My soul it’ll bleed through, the chorus of these tunes
But im a mess
Yo just give me a re-do, you won’t regret

Rap about my great life, ain’t write fables 
Fetty laced might be killed by the Caine like Abel 
Difference like day and night, was every night faded
I was high in plane sight, write like twain write 
boat or a plane, white came like naval-
Vessels, the roof what the murder rate went thru
knife ordinary but my 38 special
I rob the robbers, I prefer to pay less too
I got birds of shit you never heard of, slang kestrels 
Battle tested since an adolescent 
The cash’d lessen that depression when I lack depressants, 
In the rap profession, no equal ill meet my match in heaven 
Drug test, guess I Lack attention when the class in session 
All this act in my bev hit like a Smack injection 
Taking shot after shot, I’m pmac eleven 
Serving white, ironic crack connection had a black complexion 
<->Know im shooting like a Pass to Stephen on the last possession 
My days ending high like sentences when asking questions
My homie say he’s who I owe lines, no pass protection 
I’m always winning, would have the trashiest Draft selection 
Couldn’t get the work and I’m sick, that is a staph infection 
I’m very active on more meds than a geriatric 
On a myriad of tablets smoking sarin gases
Mary blasting Fairy grasses in this aromatic 
Youre the wackest couldn’t see me with Pair of glasses 
- [ ]

mind right (prod. by BARDO)

(Hook)
I want somebody
To really love me
To watch above me When im in need
I need some individual 
Who knows the kid is miserable, 
Put my right hand on my heart for a start, because cuz we indivisible 

Shorty trippy, but she not tripping
Gimme good brain like she study at Princeton
Im peeping all the hoes (holes) got the running back vision
She hate it when im high, dont want someone that’s distant
Girl you make sense like the treasury minting
Had to shoot my shot I aint Benjamin Simmons
Drop a bag on her she forever be dripping
Down ass chick, she go on every mission
She the only thing that phase me
That’s my la-dy
If she leave I’ll make the song cry like Jay-Z
When I get heated, my baby’s my AC
She always come first like shorty tryna race me
Fuck her longer than a movie made by Scorsese
She put a smile on my face like “say cheese”
Bae please, just spend another day with me
Havent got high in a minute she saving me 
Shorty acting shy no gilgeous-alexander
I was hella high, all the pills that I can handle 
Man I Abu Dhabi fly, with the bitty its a scandal
Land and I be in the sky, see the city from my window (wandow)
(Bridge)
I won’t rest until I know you’re mine
Staying sober so you know I aint gon blow it this time


(Hook)
I want somebody
To really love me
To watch above me When im in need
I need some individual 
Who knows the kid was miserable, 
Put my right hand on my heart for a start, because cuz we indivisible 

Havent seen you in such a long time 
we tried hard to work it out, like the combine 
Cause I think Cupid just whipped out the carbine 
Hit me in the heart, I’m having a hard time 
All these years of writing song lines
_Tryna find the fault liner I think its all mine
Falling behind, because im all in my mind
Damn girl you stole my heart I gotta call in a crime
Girl you got better with time like a cabernet
Thank god your man went thataway
Every day we spend feels like its a Saturday 
And you make me forget my sadder days
Set my heart ablaze
You are my arteries
Might die if you tell me we are parting ways
Its scary how I feel when I face you, please marry me
That bitch a cheap imitation she, a parody
Know she my therapy
Low-key wearing these diamonds get clarity
Finally here with me 
Whole team eat, sit-in back stacking Sara-lee
Feel my heart jump in the air if I see you stare at me
<->Heart-stop-momentarily, give it to you no charity
I say how high if you sayin jump in the air for me 
Whole squad chill in Miami, like Derek’s team  
Let you call all  the shots’ this a tyranny

i want somebody (prod. By Mugsybeats)

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(Hook)

I got racks, packs, stacks on Shaq
that’s from the pen and the pad
Whipping a matte black scat pack, you in a Honda a hatch back 
Im on the top of the draft class
I need a thot with a fat ass
Think im the one that they mad at
Cause how I flow on the track
Im bringing beef to your door imma dash
Blowing a backwood, size of a bat, thats fat
Aint got a strap in the caddy, you lack
Shorty appearance and attitude bad

Throwing them bullets with cutters like Rivera
Fuck up my future, that Ciara shit
3 of the tris in a Sierra Mist
Pink from the pints it appear in my piss
I get rich from talking, just like I used to be president
Pigs in my residence looking for evidence 
Potion like Severus, higher than Everest
Soda I redden it: try a lil tenderness
Switch on an FN it fire like severence
Spinning no exorcist, follow that bitch like a shepherdess
Im in her box like suff-e-ragettes
Not cuffin a slut, so im suffering less
Fumbled a baddy recover her yes
Might die from the drugs, I love em to death
Dont feel shit I numb when Im stressed
In lust with a thot may sin again
Gun with a stock pay dividends
From London, she hot im swimming in
Her, they kick her ass out like the minutemen

(Hook)
racks, packs, stacks on Shaq
that’s from the pen and the pad
Whipping a matte black scat pack, you in a Honda a hatch back 
Im on the top of the draft class
I need a thot with a fat ass
Think im the one that they mad at
Cause how I flow on the track
Im bringing beef to your door imma dash
Blowing a backwood, size of a bat, thats fat
Aint got a strap in the caddy, you lack
Shorty appearance and attitude bad

What to you bring to the table, what in the fuck are you offering bitch
Other than box and esophagus, if you not smart im just not gonna offer to hit 
Shot in the back cuz he rocking that Ricky
Owe him (owens) some money im not gonna give
Spinning again and again like a gif
5.56 got a FN (fin) like a fish
They say put the pistol down
Move weight it protect me I lift 4 pounds
My young Gunna rocking the drip dont drown
They say that I got an original sound

Know that im up cuz im Cartier’d down
Shoot my shot full court off the rebound

(Hook)
racks, packs, stacks on Shaq
that’s from the pen and the pad
Whipping a matte black scat pack, you in a Honda a hatch back 
Im on the top of the draft class
I need a thot with a fat ass
Think im the one that they mad at
Cause how I flow on the track
Im bringing beef to your door imma dash
Blowing a backwood, size of a bat, thats fat
Aint got a strap in the caddy, you lack
Shorty appearance and attitude bad

stacks on shaq (prod. by LVKES)

Rollie on my chick, so player 
Offer me an addy and the kid dont care
Stopped getting lit, dont get dope ill
Thats a benzo its a whip, no pill
Dropped drugs, which then dropped the risk ill fail 
Say he run the prison he a system player
Used up all my luck, dog, this all skill 
Broker than a bitch cop kicks on sale

She got a fat ass, and yes I got the best bad bitch
I gotta flex that my pen is on some next ass shit
You forget that my chick she is an ex actress
On the ecst-asy, ecstatic
Smokin my shit make you think the hybrid’s laced
Serving that treble, man, I pitch bass (high pitch bass)
My eyelids open and my mind it race
Girl get the block like finals play
Punchlines great, just Rewind this tape
And you’ll get em, fit bananas, the designer’s BAPE
Feel like weezy F baby drop a timeless tape
Free slime, slime free, Jeffrey
Bullets wet you up like you piss in the wind
Sniffing shit, it get him out commission again 
Like im shortchanged how im missin a 10
Beethoven to these rappers I dont listen to them 
Opp got killed in his crib, like smothered newborns
The real killers in suits like brother mouzonne
Blues strong, Pharma-ceuticals from Tuscon
Asian bitch like Mulan (moulin) put rouge on
Cool, calm, collecting C notes, im too raw
You want claim I aint dope then you wrong 
Verse was too bomb, boom, now the stu gone

Rollie on my chick, so player 
Offer me an addy and the kid dont care
Stopped getting lit, dont get dope ill
Thats a benzo its a whip, no pill
Dropped drugs, which then dropped the risk ill fail 
Say he run the prison he a system player
Used up all my luck, dog, this all skill 
Broker than a bitch cop kicks on sale

Mix Potion like Severus, it mess with his head
Well read, I spit a sentence that has never been said 
Live fast, whats the difference, we all Destined for death 
Smoke the rest to the head, now my Retina red 
Dont want dead presidents, just presidents dead 
Attention fed: I didnt mean it but I said what I said
Dont push me im on the edge of the ledge 
Smoke him, I got carcinogenesis lead
Tell Houston there’s a problem, right after the liftoff
Need to get higher than I have and im pissed off
Bars ghostwritten and , you rappers (wrappers) were ripped off
I only need the mouth, like a new package of lip gloss

Rollie on my chick, so player 
Offer me an addy and the kid dont care
Stopped getting lit, dont get dope ill
Thats a benzo its a whip, no pill

No pills, shit, oh well
Put me in, I could be a piston player
Wrist flick sick, shots hit all year
I heard your jumper hits all air 
Windows (win those) games, do I make myself clear
Ankles get sheared, hope they get health care 
Whip on some different shit, it’s in twelfth gear
Of myself yeah, only time I ever felt fear 
Told the feds take a long walk off a lil pier
I’m the source of their drip, you would think a well’s near
The endorphins’ll will hit when i sip the twelfth beer
Cry for her when she dipped cuz the chick was S tier
Hella Stories in my crib,  need  to build a shelf here
Sip a four in the whip hope the shit can self steer 
I’m on my fourth fit and it’s only 12 here
But im never gon quit - ya - win? hell ya

Offer me an addy and the kid dont care
Stopped getting lit, dont get dope ill
Thats a benzo its a whip, no pill
Dropped drugs, which then dropped the risk ill fail 
Say he run the prison he a system player
Used up all my luck, dog, this all skill 
Broker than a bitch cop kicks on sale

chicksoplaya (prod. by YUNGNAB)

Hook)  
Beat got a tag cuz im the franchise
Paid for her vacation, those are 5 figure tan lines
_She telling all these damn lies
Green paper, playing  with the white I feel like len bias
Bomb kicks; landmine
Blood money, it dont touch my hands unless its sanitized
Hope the lean man arrive soon, damn im  Tantalized,
Size of the lines in the Fanta make me fantasize

No cougar but I keep a 40 on my arm 
<->You just coming up with lies an Record it on a song
<->Marijuana strong I just smoked a quarter in a bong
Never have a shortage, or get shorted, imma god
Scamming homie he could pay ya mortgage offa fraud
_My aura awful strong
I dont do no drugs no more, im bored an awful lot

Spike a sprite I turn it to a rhododendron 
You were codependent, now your ho your codefendant 
Truant student now the private jet got no attendants
I got old bread and you got po’ descendants
Go to Lenox get a ho a golden pendant
If your bro got benzes oh im sho the hoes is rented
He owe me bread and pull up, he leave with broken tendons
I get dough percentages from food that go to kennels 
I take this world serious (series) like I won the pennant
I used to go to Bennett, smoke until I wasn’t present 
The soda hold the sedatives my Faygo a medic
They so upset I made dough and made the soda Redden
On some Otis shit, baddie sitting on the cock, dats my bae 
Sittin on the dock of the bay - so high it’ll kill me
So high it’ll kill me

Hook)  
Beat got a tag cuz im the franchise
Paid for her vacation, those are 5 figure tan lines
_She telling all these damn lies
Green paper, playing  with the white I feel like len bias
Bomb kicks; landmine
Blood money, it dont touch my hands unless its sanitized
Hope the lean man arrive soon, damn im  Tantalized,
Size of the lines in the Fanta make me fantasize

No cougar but I keep a 40 on my arm 
<->You just coming up with lies an Record it on a song
<->Marijuana strong I just smoked a quarter in a bong
Never have a shortage, or get shorted, imma god
Scamming homie he could pay ya mortgage offa fraud
_My aura awful strong
I dont do no drugs no more, im bored an awful lot
Bank account say comma comma dot

Bank account say comma comma dot

franchise (prod. by KRONIC)

Humiliate Yoself busing off the pill ya u get ex-posed
Let's go, its been years since I had bankrolls that fold
Tolerance to yay im on that white, bored (whiteboard) like Expos
Zaza I got bricks ho they from dispos in Modesto
Weeknd in Canada no expos im on XO
he Sellin pills, do his own blues he know they fent tho
Pack come off a jet ho he serve it out a rental
Poin' up, I dont fuck with cops but im on 10 fo's
Drip is like my bitches it is in Vogue
Ride my wave you falling off I know you dont stay ten toes
Infiltrate your ho know how yo ex feel
VVS you see me, yes the gleaming on my necks real
Bitch im dope - u just a pressed pill
Kiss from a rose colored pint I crack my next seal
Tapered down to ten pills, asleep behind corvette wheels
OD off the fetty so he know how being dead feels
My life a movie this the part where this shit gets real

I quit taking Molly that's my ex pill
Robbers Try to get my kilograms they just gon get killed
My brain fucked up,  wish I could forget how Percocets feel
Homie mail them drugs yeah he got pen pills
His pen pal thought they friends now how he sent them fent'nal
Shorty riding for me so she bend down (been down)
I could get you hit for less than 10 thou right N-ow
Thats yo ho I shoot my shot right off the inbound
Pass her to the homie, fuck her friend now
Hit her up cuz just like ben Aff-leck man I was in Town
Bodybuilder, see how easi-ly im pushing 10 pounds

Wash my hands of her, but I use no dial
Bro wild, DA gave me head so I won't blow trial
Feel like 12, pray my hard drive fit this Logic Pro file (profile)
Shooter pray to Mecca, say "no haram, no foul"
When I make my dose higher, I get docile
Ho do perjury and blackmail; A Pretty Lil Liar
You all up in her hair and make her go dry, you a blow dryer
I can tell u dissin, those aint subs bro I got sonar

Money in the vault keep the blue bands safe
When it comes to hoes fuck a superman cape
Like he playing for the colts, put my shoes up on his face
Curb stomp a opp, then I do the damn race
Coupe demands straights

Tell a kid pop the shit feel like Greg Popovich
Needa improv a bit, meaning get off the scripts
Stacks to the ceiling, these deceased elected officers
Crib got stories like a novelist, flows like the water shit
Its obvious, yall novices, paul ball, spalding
Love the smell of gas in the morning, Robert Duval
Man they love fuckin Paul now
Love it while it happen, might regret it after, and it really aint lasting
Man my dick a coke high

exposed (prod. by YUNGNAB)

Five albums on my iCloud  
Meds getting to my head I needa lie down  
How u hate the feds, but got a prezi in a white house  
Taking midterms shoulda took a psych eval  
I got Bs on em  
She a model, thick in the hips and got D’s on her  
Start licking her lips, it mean she want him  
He all Salty I hit, that pussy water (seawater)  
He order beef, he a burger, put cheese on him  
Gun made his family frown, but had a beam on it  
Nice ass shit in yo house,  
If you liked it than you shoulda put a ring on it  
No beyonce,  
B and E on ya  
He in a BOA, made a D-posit  
Rerocking- play with the white girl, field hockey  
Fiend profits, get em on base, like a leadoff hit  
We talking, wemby-blockin if its screenshotted  
He ballin? Crib like Pisa a lein on it  
Steppin: put a hole in the opp, like SHEIN stockings  
Thirsty for the D, give her D-asani  
Tell her make like a tree’s topping, leave shawty  
Know i drive high speed, cuz the key scarlet  
I’m bright - neon  
I write these sonnets  
Say you spinning, your orbit is Haley’s comet  
Ain’t see y’often, Assemble lines like a T model  
New bad biddy that’s a Remodel  
She wanna build, tryna De-molish  
Wave riders, cant stand em like deep water  
P going, prion disease on a peon  
Now im gassed up, was on E for an eon  
Was a zombie in the beyond  
We on Demon time all season  
Addy oxy i’m  
Speedballing, heart start seesawin’  
Life start free fallin  
Pills occupy my mind: GI in the Mekong  
God damn, my kicks bomb; landmine  
Opposite of exorcism:
I possess the phantom  
Got the scripts from gramma  
Got the brick from san juan, stamp on it  
Shakiness it fuckin up my image like a cameraphone

psych eval (prod. by Almighty_ Beats)

Like my bike broken I can’t handle bars
But the type flows we pen, you can’t handle ours
Make panties drop, she gave mandibles 
Battle Paul, press the red button I ain’t stanislav 
<Petrov, xanny bar atom bomb-esque to paul
<Got a bond with an AR like anadrol - it ends a brawl 
-Not often On campus off adderall 
Pass Paul the ball, he euro league pau gasol
-Free Gaza so im passin on smashing on the actress known as gal gadot 
<Cash it’s for Hamas support
You and I opposites 
-yall rats u on neighborhood watch, and Paul neighborhood watching him -we the opposites 
 watch vacheron neighborhood of
800 thousand dollars cost to own 
 Moderate home on my non-Dominant arm, 
Want one?
not possible bruh, unless u robbing this one i got on 
or got Muhammad bin salman funds



rappers im snackin on wack as sound of rackets for matches of tennis 
balls smacking em back and forth, 
backends on backends when pmac perform rapping
do the math im prime number, yall bastards non factor 
and the beat gon slap ya till its hand and  palm fracture
tryna turn a new leaf over; but thats a long chapter*
go back in time with ratchets, gon assassin Marg thatcher
on addy euphrates gon babylon at ya 
she fell on knees, dump truck on her; a contractor
<texting baddies’ like reflexes with addies, respond faster
like ya arm fractured, the bars i’m rapping, you’re not catchin
Drive faster, in a car dashin not plastic

buy new ghost whip like the dude  possessed
hey you, i got a hublot wrist
will you blow this? you can bring her too tho, miss
i know a dude so rich he sold food for pits, im talking cujo 
he made the work judo flip, 
But now he’s too old, walking DQ cone lick 
Robin son, crusoe; dodge inspector cluseau, island where my new home is 
if the blu e adorned pigs, with IQ’s of a newborn, and firearms produced for fallujah, flip
 execute more kids, and use brute force if you protest
styrofoam and gasoline, the two gon mix
the dude don’t miss, heard that you all dissed
but now im nuveaux riche, so ya crew’s  all swiss
your thumbs down flipped to a neutral grip 
position switching, kama sutra, or politician who got rich
white boy balling, bands gettin to my head like caruso, slick
dude so rich, if i lose all this, the fed going down off institutional risk  
They wanna excecute bro, like zulfikar Bhutto, 
due to the new flow’s nuclear-ness 


 bigger bank, finna get ya rank 
and it getcha Bitches thats thicker, expensivest liquor
mental manipu-lator quicker trickle of sychophants 
who in a ins-tant finna take every nickel that

hublot wrist

(hook)
Bandana i tie to my skull
i got the style from kalifa kone 
bandana i tie to brain
I live my life in Kalifa name
I might just buy a Kalifa chain 
im with guys the Kalifa gang
Try and dress fly as Kalifa maneee 
Might as well try and go lease a plane 

2017 treat my place 
like kids at camp thats a sleepway 
stick together like piece sof tape 
we beefed on occassion but really was rare
marian, terry, tryn claim him as theirs
reef he the purest im making it clear 
never been fake for appearance 
never been chasing endearance
we gon meet again twin, it’ll
be a lil minute, we aint done winning
feeling no fear, cuz i eel your soul near me
bring you on with me, finna gone win it all 
and it all dedicated to my man kalifa kone
you sending energy from heaven
to benefit your family, and friends, 
It give me strength enough, just to win it all 
if i win at all, he did it yall, 
he gon live out the live he shoulda really got
through every individual who keeping kalifa kone 
up in their thought
really miss my dawg

(hook)
Bandana i tie to my skull
i got the style from kalifa kone 
bandana i tie to brain
I live my life in Kalifa name
I might just buy a Kalifa chain 
im with guys the Kalifa gang
Try and dress fly as Kalifa maneee 
Might as well try and go lease a plane 


in kalifa name (#LLK part I)

text turn green (#LLK part II)

back to u

_ yall rap to be known   
meanwhile’that cat paul mac’just be flowing 
to relax cuz the bars are trappe d in his soul 
are passion in rap form, have to be sung 
built up angst- finna blow 
pressure makes diamond plaques on the wall
big steppa, cause cracks in the floor 
saw what paul drove, got slack in the jaw 
raf simmons toes, so fashionable 
rear end dummy, made me crash for the girl
lac with the chrome rims, packing the chrome
Lac was a Caddi, the cat he aint lacking the pole


she attractive, i’m goin saks fifth and blowing 
a bag and a half on her rab what u wanted
after we done, they 
smash and grab had hit the store 
__baddies i pull, oof my lats a bit sore


I’m drawing the glock, no Pablo Picasso 
Like the IRA hittin up ya car, when the aux go
<To my music, its blizzard dawg in these thots nose
Miami fishcale Marlins I rock flows
Client Always on base, bro’s Carlos Delgado 
God when I drop flows, Paul the apostle
<->Say im not tho? Musta sniffed a ball to your nostrils
mini met gala at the Mall when I cop clothes
Long way to drop If I fall from the top tho
Paul pen a hot flow that scalding to yall lobes
hard headed, he aind heed a warning at all, no
got to - place my own palm on the hot stove
Opps smoked, switch make lost souls, pop up on Fox more often than Law and Order cop shows, 
Pussy tight, eat it, face my fears im a claustrophobe 
 involved in a problem i caused with my hot dome
if im balling i brought all the daws to the top floor
audemar for the dauchsunds 
 timeteller skydweller, ice bezels, i buy my fellas time, cuz we lost bro 
 im a lost soul
Off the soda plus the stuff the doctor finna order
If you got pneumonia, I was serving pot in pensacola
With an awful odor, often take a thot and bend em over 
Got a hottie quota, know that if she not a ten its over

Gotta lotta baggage in my mental, it’s heavy
prior to liftoff, cant keep em in check, bro regrets it
burdens i dont need carry on on my trips, overwhelming

strong ass pill that shit so effective
made me go a bit - oh - schizoaffective, 
wait- lemme pop my shit for a second
stones onna wrist so aggressive, 
might cause a visit to a optomotrist, when it glisten 
Nas said some shit that stick in my mental 
that sleep and death kin so be careful, 
so im vigilant i never get close to resting
what the hell is REM sleep kid dont attempt sleep, 
jaw locking, bit more attentive 
im rearranging syllables, bitch close your pelvis

feel like bernie madoff in 2008 once the kid dose the chemicalse -
realize im fucked cuz i took too much - this shits overwhelming



One dumbass that I know, 
Down bad for the dough, man grab for the pole when the craps hit the floor 
stakes high when u Snake guys daily might  
 Rob the wrong dice game, send u up to paradise

lost soul

sistene chapel

learned hand

bad check

gold on the ceiling

took a xan, disrup-
-ted the fam’s christmas plans 
spinning, man discus
sticky hands, this a damn stick up
get the damn hiccups 
faceplant, hit the ban-nister 
with my damn chin cuz 
missed the raili-ng once 
i went to grab it but, 
misjudged the distance 
drip so damn vicious, it demand pictures
direct the cam-era lens 
direction and get a damn flick of his drip
this shit was 
a kings ransom, distal phalanges got drip on em 
 aint no van kicks, no, they   
 owens, man Richard  
lil man gripping a gun have it tucked,
 f and N in the damn strip clib
my pants just cant fit a damn pistol, why thats the result cuz they fit snug,  hamstring plus quadricep hugged by  den-im japan vintage
t
sprayed a scent, attracting attention,  
 maison francis kurkdjian, its  expensive
in my bag, as if im st. nicholas 
its difficult to pick one chick cuz 
stuck between my two baes, as if my  
my dick a damn isthmus 
this slut get the man dick up, she licked my phallus, but, 
she kiss her man’s lips in the instagram pictures 
this chick a damn mistress, 
mistrust her, just cuz she slippery as fish guts 
dick or brain,  which one’s 
decision, and thinking
convince him, which head’s plan’s the man pick   
its a competition,
once again, the dick won, 
thick butt, but just think what she get your ass into zz
played his damn seas if the man was instrument, 
he cant win bruh 
convincing him to hit a succubus just
isnt a bit tough, as difficult as a 6 foot rim dunk, if zion williamson
was the one scor-ing, 
played himself to fiddle ‘round with a bitch, 

  think with  thick butt, 
pretty her bruh im suspicious,  
at the drop of a hat, she’ll cross ya this bitch no christian bishop,
wicked and wicked thick, she send pictures, 
failure im addict-ed, 
des—truct 
myself if a
 victor-y is in the - picture

denim japan vintage

save my life

School’s out and the crib isn’t far
Fit like four, five kids in the car
The civic ain’t large, but it’s mad hot
Hit the west side trap spot so we can dab pot
Peep what he have bought, shatter, it’s a slab, got
platters of the hash, then we turning into rap gods
Freestyles, all the homies spit the best of ours
Talkin bout the drugs, bitches, sex, and cars, repin hard
Pullin all the raps out their repertoire, extra bars
The battle ends, it was hotter than a pepper farm
And the flight never lands, got a split cigar
This is a night that I plan to forget tomorrow
Someone’s throwing down tonight, they say come thru
Gun brews, maybe just kick it like it’s Kung Fu
I hit em back quick as you can say 1, 2
Said I got the 30 and my homies licking blunts glued
Start sipping till the vision lookin dumb skew
What we gone do? pile all in one coupe
Whip up, getting six cups, where the basement at?
We’re gone, ripped to Zertron, our minds racing fast

HOOK:
It’s a Party (Who’s throwing down tonight)
It’s the harvest (let me blow a pound tonight)
It’s getting larger (The neighbors hear the sound alright)
We ain’t departing, Just getting started
It’s a Party (Who’s throwing down tonight)
It’s the harvest (let me blow a pound tonight)
It’s getting larger (The neighbors hear the sound alright)
We ain’t departing, Just getting started


Party:
Water bottles everywhere, how I'm dehydrated?
Now I be wild faded, ground feeling kinda shaky
I’m set tho, this my life, I love to live it
Go from 1-60, grab the dabber, get it double dippin
Homie hittin double digits, knowing this that summer sinnin
Story I’mma tell my parents gon be getting some revision
She’s my center of attention when she enter
I could stare into the eyes of hers forever
They're some diamonds looking stellar, moon is climbing overhead
I think I’m rising into heaven every time i’m in her presence
Kinda girl make Adam give his rib bone up
Had the marley in my pocket when the pigs roll up
Ain’t a night less i i’m lifted, shifting vision, seeing cop lights
Hop right, vault up the fence then I flop like
Lebron on an off night, gone on the cough sprite
Found the homies bumping at a stop light, boss night 

HOOK:
It’s a Party (Who’s throwing down tonight)
It’s the harvest (let me blow a pound tonight)
It’s getting larger (The neighbors hear the sound alright)
We ain’t departing, Just getting started
It’s a Party (Who’s throwing down tonight)
It’s the harvest (let me blow a pound tonight)
It’s getting larger (The neighbors hear the sound alright)
We ain’t departing, Just getting started

02 Summer Sinning (prod. By BobbyBeats)

Since I first heard  I don’t have the words
I’d move small worlds for you to come back to earth
Just to have a conversation
But I know you’re on the way heaven far beyond the constellations, hope you make it
Your life was an inspiration, your tracks were more than music
Everything you rapped about my boys and I were going through it
Everything to keep your memory alive I’m gon do it
But I wish you had the chance to solve your problems like a rubix

Cube, it’s a tragedy you had your grand finale 
But you changed my life drastically for that im always happy
Watching movies no sound, but some great reefer
Old friends, we hate features, New faces on 8 speakers, 
Great sneakers, Nikes on my feet
Rest in peace to a great creature
And he did it all without a drake feature
Seeing colors and the shapes on the acid
I just threw a couple bad bitches in your casket
never speak of Mac in the past tense
He is still alive in a past sense
Wish he didn’t have to get love in his absence, he created magic
Pool room studio addict
I used to blaze and bump KIDS in the basement
Got too faded now I only play Faces
He aint in your top 10 you’re a racist 
Imma head to blue slide park and just blaze spliffs

Feel like a friend passed even though you didn’t know me
Prayers to your family but glad you got your wings homie
Not a funeral, its a celebration
Starting his Ascension, hes achieving elevation
I hope he spits a 16 at heavens gates then
They gon’ let him in no hesitation
 heard he had a reservation
Name preservation, Never outta jet fuel
Haven’t had a GOOD AM since you left, dude
Your fans in the stands are your 100 grandkids, you in heaven
So I bet you’re smoking grams with John Lennon
Here We Go, tell you how I feel put my insides outside
My Friends near Malibu put flowers at your house, I
Boutta cry, What do you do when your savior dies (stay alive)
Might need therapy, Polo jeans boost my self esteem just bar-ely
Hope you feel very free
Your concert on my 21’s happy birthday
Tears falling like rain, pain on my worst days
Rap diablo, Playing drums staccato
Studio insomniak producing el dorado
Stunden in an über, has a wicked sense of humor
The mind of a genius, I think he could see the future
In conclusion, life is an illusion
Condolences to all my friends we’re never gonna lose him

If you thinking what’s the use, Fight the Feeling
Don’t be Delusional, time is running out, Gotta seize it
“Who am I?”’s The question, clarity is needed
Stop popping vitamins, start having feelings
Objects in the mirror always bigger than appearance
Your music causes apparitions, god blessed your spirit
You made it full circle, God Speed, now im tearing
Your tracks aways stuck in my head like an earring
So it goes, Mac Miller showed me self care
Listen deep to every lyric that’s my mental health care
Worried for my welfare
Mac and I were similar so when I read the news I saw myself there

astronaut who blasted off to Saturn, awfully happy cause I think he found himself there
Edgar Allen Poe’s his heart tell tales
Eat drink and let the Mary go round
The nikes on his feet are up there in the clouds (wow)
Don’t drown in a shallow soul
Never sadder, climb the ladder, just remember that you matter though
Wish you let the chatter go, go outside? You’d rather flow
Rap game DiMaggio Only making hits when you the batter tho
Ab-a-ra-cadabra, tell her scatter, bet that heaven had a badder hoe
Life or death I let the latter go, 
And We’re all Swimming, floating, 
Living in the ocean, an aquarium
The Star Room above us isn’t scary, and
Im carrying spirit in my ears when they bury him
I just wish my dog got some help, no vetrenatian
We were just some motherfuckin kids, listening
Afterschool at Kal’s dabbing to that Larry Fisherman
I miss you man, guess you got tired like michelin
If there’s a Lord then im Sure you’re a gift from him

Just Some Kids (RIP MAC MILLER)

(Chorus)
I just met the plug
I just me the plug and I knock him off
Robbin for his drug
Cause I saw sum diamonds on his wristwatch 
Homie aint a thug, said he was a blood
Thought it was a drought but I hit em with a flood
All your shit stepped on, we aint ever cut down
Dark Knight Rises when the pack make a touchdown

If she a crazy ho only gett fellatio
You have parties and you worry bout the ratio
I just catch ya girl on demand thats that HBO
Took her to the beach put a tan on a pasty ho
All my boys from Florida are outta pocket
All my Massachusetts homies love to pop it
How you sellin work and never have a profit, 
Heavy pockets, all my boys are copping Andy Milanaukus 
Might leap frog ‘em
The weak Keep talking 
sleeping in deep coffins even with precautions
Command, delete, option you off the beat often
You on repeat? 
Not in my fuckin Beats, parter

(Chorus) 
I just met the plug
I just me the plug and I knock him off
Robbin for his drug
Cause I saw sum diamonds on his wristwatch 
Homie aint a thug, said he was a blood
Thought it was a drought but I hit em with a flood
All your shit stepped on, we aint ever cut down
Dark Knight Rises when the pack make a touchdown

Caught a Xan Fade
Rolling blunts handmade
Man, They tyna block my shine like a lampshade
You all bugging, man where the damn raid
Flyer than a falcon, Sam Spade.
Tan babes, ran game cuz they got D’s like exam grades
Im in the cut more often bandaids
Plainclothes cops  at the trap they birdwatching
Im allen Iverson, you just the third option
He was prolly talking shit fore I Molly whopped him
Fuck a Milly rock I pop a Molly rock and
Y’all some actors thats Macauley caulking
Selling wok, cop xanny with my profits
If the opposition stop and listen Glock and smith’n stop the tripping
Mother fucker y’all should listen
Rap game trap game Sirius black mane
Team on my shoulders got some serious back pain

(Chorus) x2
I just met the plug
I just me the plug and I knock him off
Robbin for his drug
Cause I saw sum diamonds on his wristwatch 
Homie aint a thug, said he was a blood
Thought it was a drought but I hit em with a flood
All your shit stepped on, we aint ever cut down
Dark Knight Rises when the pack make a touchdown

Getting High high im the kush master
 Drive by with a bushmaster
Im a ghostwriter dont push casper
Silencer make you shush faster
Off the addy uninhabited bro
She stripping for sho, she hitting the pole
You MFs aint rippin the smoke
Y’all ducking cuz im fixing to blow
I’m on my quidditch shit, tryna find the little snitch
My slime turn your ass to stone, that tom riddle shit
You used to really grind my gears… transmission fixed
Driving in  that STI, no damn syphilis
Listen bitch, spitting It’s a wrap like a chrysalis
Pop a pill Limitless, push rocks sisyphus
Kush got crystals, cop Bush like a missile hit
When I see red, I go HAM-er on my sickle shit
The safe is uncrackable
You tried to rob me with the safety on, laughable 
Face the bong, pass it, do the race If cops lacking dude
Hope you got wheels, imma chase and run after you
Face a blunt, smash the booze
You never move forward on the airwave, bastard that’s a lateral

(Chorus) x2
I just met the plug
I just me the plug and I knock him off
Robbin for his drug
Cause I saw sum diamonds on his wristwatch 
Homie aint a thug, said he was a blood
Thought it was a drought but I hit em with a flood
All your shit stepped on, we aint ever cut down
Dark Knight Rises when the pack make a touchdown

I Just Met The Plug

I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
Now I guess im coping more
Stilled scared to walk into the open door
I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
lowlowlow

Im getting too high for my liking
So high in the sky I could fly right by lightning 
I try writing to cope,  my mind fighting 
I hope. 
my eyes bright when I dont,
Try just lighting the dope
Pmac when he’s right a Sight to behold
My mind playing tricks on me I deciphered the code
My life on the edge of a knife and it shows
Im stifling those who give good advice to me yo
But lighting the dro’s better than the Vicodin tho
It’s frightening how I could throw my whole life in a hole
I can’t escape, so enticing you know
Wishing for the ice and the gold
But I’m only getting ice and the snow
On nights im alone
I like getting right in my zone
Smoking dro  by the light on my phone
Its taking me home
Face it straight to the dome


Gettin high 

I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
Now I guess im coping more
Stilled scared to walk into the open door
I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low



(2:00)
I blaze mountains. weighed 8 ounces and counting
Game blouses. I aim out this range crouching
Red dot sight to your dames houses
Stayin spouting this ‘caine outta my brain loudly, proudly
Kill the english language now i got you speaking spanish
Think about my problems and i smoke em into ashes
Theres secrets in my mind and I’m opening the latches
I think we found the perfect high, I’m hoping that it lasts us
Tryna fight my demons feel like rope a doping cassius
My dosage getting massive, slower than molasses
Tell myself I’m chilling but i m knowing a habit
if i kept it up id be going for the casket
In a sea of codeine, I’m overboard the fastest
Throw my life away didn’t know no one would catch it
Smoking on grass, now my ass asthmatic 
Everyone toting sticks and drums like band practice

I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low
Now I guess im coping more
Stilled scared to walk into the open door
I get high
I get high
I get high
And I get low

I Get High (prod. by balance cooper)

ART BY ADELE MCKIERNAN

Sometimes I wonder why I get so high 
One of these days I’ll end up in the sky, by bye 
Im moving too fast and the world so cold 
They tell me that I’m young but I feel so old, why why  
They tell me that the liquor might heal my pain 
But all it ever did was try to steal my brain, no lie 


I feel so good when I’m around you 
Mary Mary Mary cant believe I found you 

You put me down when we started to fly 
So on the next woman I aint even gon try 
Always asking “why why why” 
When im faded I be speaking “blah blah blah” 
Goodbye, hey hey, nah nah nah 
Hard to get high when you down, oh my 
And I’m down on my 
Luck 
In this town of mine 
I’m stuck  
Though we were in love on Sunday 
But, hey. All that shit evaporate in one day 
Now I wait for the weekend 
Girl you cover up the shit that take me off the deep end 
OG 
Gas in a stogie 
Pass to the homie 
Hash in the middle of the morning 
How could I be lonely 
You my one and only 

Sometimes I wonder why I get so high 
One of these days I’ll end up in the sky, by bye 
Im moving too fast and the world so cold 
They tell me that I’m young but I feel so old, why why 
They tell me that the liquor might heal my pain 
But all it ever did was try to steal my brain, no lie 


too many times i fail to find the words that i lost in my head 
i would be lying if i said i remember everything you said
losin my mind chasin a vibe smokin until i forget
wasting my time all of the time I’m prolly better off dead

pmac

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