beat by jissa
written by cal meloblu
vocal prod. by prodkeech

lyrics:

Pick yourself right back up
Demons try to catch up
Don’t let them hang you up
Even if you’re scratched up

Louder screams, shattered glass cup
Bloody knees I patched up 
Calling angels for backup
You’ll win against the attacker 

When I’m stuck in my head
Need a new perspective 
Things are pretty tough 
But you’re gonna get through it 

Though it
Even if you feel you’re losing

I ran in flames to get higher 
I thought hell trips were required 
Or was it all my inner desire?
Was the demon’s lies in entire 

Yeah, I’m done with you
Yeah, I never found the truth
Yeah, who do I pursue?
Yeah, I wish I knew

Pick yourself right back up
Demons try to catch up
Don’t let them hang you up
Even if you’re scratched up

Louder screams, shattered glass cup
Bloody knees I patched up 
Calling angels for backup
You’ll win against the attacker

Shattered Glass Cup

Hip hop instrumental, hard hitting drum track, classical intro, mixed together to deliver that signature sound prod. by Platinumcardshorty aka "The Plug 2 The Beats."

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I'm glad I'm not spoil brat, that has a uncomfortable lifestyle.



the last song off the album


prod. QUBE

KIND OF STUPID

The Eyes

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yo) (Ayy) (Ringtone!) (Flex!)
(Shawty blowin’ up my—) (What?) (Yeah)

[Chorus]
Shawty blowin’ up my phone, that’s a ringtone flex (Flex)
Wrist on froze, diamonds dancin’ like my ex (Drip)
Bitch mad now ‘cause I’m up, she just text (Woooh)
Fuck that, I’m too lit — poppin’ out, no stress (Nah)
Ringtone flex, got her callin’ me a threat (Brrrra)
Gang in this bitch and we fly like jets (Skrrt!)
Hit it one time, then I left on read (Gone)
I ain’t cuffin’ no ho, just stackin’ my bread (Let's go!)

[Verse 1]
Shawty say I’m rude, but I keep it one hundred (One hunnid)
Pocket full of blues, now the whole gang stuntin’ (Wooh)
Fuck what they say, I don’t answer no questions (Nope)
Money talk first, I don’t need no mentions (Facts)
Lit off the loud, bitch callin’ me reckless (Lit)
Flex on a opp, got his girl feelin’ restless (Ha!)
Bustin’ down packs while she postin’ my necklace (Ice!)
DMs on fire, all these hoes get the checklist (Swipe)

[Pre-Chorus]
Shawty say I’m cold, yeah, that’s facts not a threat (Facts)
She gon’ throw it back while I’m stackin’ the check (Throw it)
Whole team ball, we don’t ever need refs (Nope)
Bitch play games, then she left like the rest (Bye!)

[Chorus]
Shawty blowin’ up my phone, that’s a ringtone flex (Flex)
Wrist on froze, diamonds dancin’ like my ex (Bling)
Bitch mad now ‘cause I’m up, she just text (She pressed)
Fuck that, I’m too lit — poppin’ out, no stress (Let’s go)
Ringtone flex, got her callin’ me a threat (Brrrra)
Gang in this bitch and we fly like jets (Skrrt!)
Hit it one time, then I left on read (What?)
I ain’t cuffin’ no ho, just stackin’ my bread (Stackin’)

[Verse 2]
Bands in my jeans, can’t fold that (Nah)
Bitch so bad, had to screenshot, hold that (Woooh)
Talk slick once, then the gang gon’ blow back (BRrrra)
Flex too hard, now they mad — yeah, hold that (Pussy)
Trap phone ringin’ like a Grammy speech (Bling)
Fuck 12, got the work where they can’t reach (Woooh)
Shawty ride me like a bike, no brakes, she preach (Preach)
Told her chill — I’m the boss, I don’t chase, I teach (Facts)

[Bridge]
Gang in the function, turnt off the Henny (Skrrt!)
Bitch act up, then she missin’ like Kenny (Gone)
Wrist so cold, need a coat in the Bentley (Froze)
Shawty keep callin’, I ain’t pickin’ up any (Nah)

[Chorus]
Shawty blowin’ up my phone, that’s a ringtone flex (Flex)
Wrist on froze, diamonds dancin’ like my ex (Drip)
Bitch mad now ‘cause I’m up, she just text (Haha)
Fuck that, I’m too lit — poppin’ out, no stress (Poppin’)
Ringtone flex, got her callin’ me a threat (Woooh)
Gang in this bitch and we fly like jets (Fly)
Hit it one time, then I left on read (BRrrra)
I ain’t cuffin’ no ho, just stackin’ my bread (Let’s get it)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
Ringtone flex — that’s the call from a check (Yeah)
Whole gang eatin’, we don’t ever miss steps (Nah)
(PMO Music)
(Shawty blowin’ up my—) (Flex!) (Gone!)

Ringtone Flex [Prod. PMO Music]

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Bad Decisions

Bed Decisions

Bad Decisions (Prod. Fantom XXX)

Ashes to Ashes

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Uh)
(We been through it all) (Look)
(This for the ones who feel that pain, nigga)

[Verse 1]
Used to stare at ceilings with my stomach tight (tight)
Moms cryin’ in the kitchen, no food in sight (sight)
I was tryna hustle — not for stripes, but life (life)
Every loss built a monster, sharpened like a knife (brrrra)
Talked to God but He was quiet, still I rode alone (alone)
Saw my brother take that charge — he ain’t coming home (fuck)
Tears dried up, heart froze to a boulder
Felt the streets' grip wrap tight on my shoulder (tight)
Niggas plot daily, so I’m movin' militant (yeah)
Grew immune to that pain, now I’m killin' it (wooh)
You don’t know what it feel like starin' at them walls (walls)
Knowing next move either win or we fall (fall)

[Chorus]
I had to bleed just to breathe, this ain’t luck, nigga (nope)
Fought demons every night, I’m still up, nigga (still up)
They don’t see the scars, they just see the wrist glow (ice)
But this pain run deeper than a pistol (pow)
I was broke, now I’m broke in my soul, bih (soul)
Still I go, let it roll, I don’t fold, bich (never)
This for every trap dream never seen light (light)
We just tryna make it home through the long night (facts)

[Verse 2]
Talk real, nigga — this ain’t for the weak
Seen a nigga die young for a chain and some sneaks (boom)
Life cheap when you broke, dreams gettin' leased
I was servin’ pain, now I spit it on beats (beats)
Ain’t no therapy when your trauma too loud (nah)
Pop said don’t cry — just make that man proud (proud)
So I grind with a chip, pain thick in my script
I ain’t rich in my spirit but I’m built to commit (uh)
Seen a friend turn snake for a bag and a bit
Now I walk like I’m hunted with a hand on the grip (grrah)
Can’t trust no one, these streets too slippery (too slick)
Gotta keep shit tight like artillery (tight)

[Pre-Chorus]
Everything I got — paid in blood and tears (blood)
Voices in my head been loud for years (damn)
You don’t see the dark, just the diamonds I flash
But them nights got colder with every bag (facts)

[Chorus]
I had to bleed just to breathe, this ain’t luck, nigga (nah)
Fought demons every night, I’m still up, nigga (I’m still up)
They don’t see the scars, they just see the wrist glow (glow)
But this pain run deeper than a pistol (brrrra)
I was broke, now I’m broke in my soul, bich (broke)
Still I go, let it roll, I don’t fold, bich (let it roll)
This for every trap dream never seen light (light)
We just tryna make it home through the long night (let’s go)

[Bridge]
Tryna cope with the guilt — ain't no therapist (nah)
Every friend lost left a scar on my heritage (my soul)
Mama said "pray" — I just loaded my weapon
‘Cause the prayers went unanswered, now I teach ‘em a lesson (pow)

[Outro]
(PMO Music)
(Yeah) (Let’s Go)
(This for the ones who know struggle ain't a choice)
(We just made it rhyme)
(Roll on)

This Ain't Luck [Prod. PMO Music]

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