jeesh - how i feel (i was sick when i recorded the first half of this song) [rough] {prod. jeesh}

TOTE TOTE (prod Waypast)

released: 8/23/2024

lyrics:
stupid nigga in the cut
slide on his baby momma she a slut
nigga start seein red till he covered in blood
shit tell that boy red do not make him a thug
that nigga talkin tough for adrenaline rush
i join up the discord i’m totin it up
knock that boy down a couple pillars he a pup
this hammer aquatic ruin him cuz i’m finna slam that lil stupid nigga in a flood
i’d call it a bloodbath but that boy a dud
this bitch like a cellmate nah i won’t cuff
but don’t get it backwards i’m still finna fuck
i’m guttin this bitch with my dick in her tummy
the glock finna pierce him call it ted bundy
you talk like you runnin from the feds dummy i seen you in private school best study
fuck that
i’m in the trap sellin dope to a fiend who would clear out yo set for a lil bit of cheese
i’ma slide on yo block and i’m iced out, frozone wit drip and this water gon force you to freeze
if i pull up this shit turnin skirmish my tech finna flourish it lock in on sight then it squeeze
i’ma bring a pussy nigga down on his knees like i beat a bitch up they gon shout CB
i decapitate heads they get stacked like a tiki
spectre divide i’ma switch they can’t see me
i know that the boy ain’t about what he claim so i downhill slide on this bitch with the BB
scratch that boy up like a fucked up CD
stupid nigga talkin tough on the PC
he try to step to me in person i’m finna curse him shatter that bitch like a TV

IN THE CUT! [PROD. ODDWIN]

PARALYSIS DEMON (PROD KOLL, OHTEE, JADESCYTHE AND JAYTEE)

Mister Million [prod. traykoolin]

ROUGH DRAFT!

ROUGH DRAFT! + KEZURA [PROD. SORRAI]

profess! (prod. 954mari)

always at work

i
dont got the funds to get money outta my politics
big blue on the mind, i dont got my eye on metropolis
opulent decadence, preposterous doctrine of authorship
precipice walkin, im off it, need evidence positive
monoliths gawkin at everything, set up to topple it
myself starin back at me, actually want him to stop and shit
waddle my island til my work is wadded up, history
im facin inland then out to sea, all been a mystery
topic of convos kicked to me
tropics awash me in the heat
properly swab it, get to sweep
moppin up all the grit and grease
on god, it gets to me
honest to all thats given
im poppin on yall opinion piece
my bro gon toss a pick to me
yall, im not always in the green
down, just my balls and wit with me
this all i got, no fixin me
i gotta drop, its gettin deep

low hangin fruit writers
the sleuth writers
lookin for the root writers
them "too bright, so lumen break you soon" writers
them golden needles in the haystack, the groove riders
wax poetic forever into the moon writers
deadly premonitions bout them two timers
thriller moves slidin
walkin with the group
zombies, we aint get to choose either
its where we end up, all the same
whats lost attained
its not a win or lose, my dawg, its not a game
they want me to stop, ok
they dont want to stop, ok
i gotta say

favor

standin on shit

i would kill myself if i was him
all the money in the world, i wouldnt side with them
consequences get em good, im thinkin "why prevent?"
on cubensis, got consensus when im wired in
moral code turn spaghetti, get me thrown
you could try whatever, you wont ever be my bro
bet he think he clever, his irreverence is shown
i get sick when i remember that i let em in my home
its some shit that you wont never get to know
folks you never get to see, spots you never get to go
try to crash the party, they aint let him in the door
pester me, im pessimist, one sentence and he blown
down easy if he ever get to pouncin
son him like heihachi bouta toss him off the mountain
i need this behind me, too much drama, its astoundin
map it out like nami, panorama of the round shit
roundtable, built the gang up all around it
fuck all that talkin down shit
promise im over it
but pussyboy i do not wanna talk, you shoulda noticed it
we showed you the receipts, so why you keep up with bogus shit?
earl sweat, i said say goodbye to my openness
i know i aint trippin, i still felt it in my soberness
my plan was to never give em closure
but the pressin for acknowledgement, i'll never get the motives
shit is set for the explosives
ephemeral emotions
its upsetting, ion get it but i know it
guest up in the culture
bringin men up into bullshit
nested with the vultures
watch em send it into motion
theyll just take and take as if its make or break
under pressure, bet he bendin like a paper plate
take it day for day, sittin back to let the players play
say he hatin, eat a franklin like he gay for pay

ROUGH DRAFT! + KEZURA [PROD. SORRAI]

sorrai (@prodsorrai)

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