Lyrics

[Intro: Mateo]
It's just damn, like
I don't even know how you explain this shit
It's just a lifestyle
Niggas be getting it twisted and shit
I let 'em know

[Chorus: Mateo]
Step up in the building yall gonna know what I'm about
Rocking chain straight outta Italy, literally im cashed out
From nothing I learned to count
These commas come in amounts
I got my mind on the money
Ain't nothing gon slow me down
I eat the pussy like YaYaYa
I'm in this bitch like YaYa, Ya
I call the shots like YaYaYa
They know my name like YaYa
YaYa nigga, hay

[Verse 1: Mateo]
Bitch I'm grown so dont pipe me up
All the 5.0 tryna do is write one up
See it's a hard knock life
We ain't got much luck
We's about to blow, before I self destruct (self destruct)
No I don't need that now that I'm old enough
I was born from this shit, that's true enough
It's hard as fuck when you don't know who to trust
They motherfucking wasn't there when I was growing up
I did this
You ain't a man to me, claiming that your family
Don't call me "son", acting like you ain't abandon me
YaYa had my back, made me everything you couldn't be
YaYa got a strap, if you really want to wait and see
Like YaYa, Ya
See I be flipping bricks
We ain't stoppin til we filthy rich like YaYa
All of us came from nothing
People in our face told us we wouldn't amount to nothing
Bitch so bad I never knew that we'd be fucking
Hittin up my J, "asking who the fuck you loving"
Bitch poppin pussy cause a nigga starting stuntin
With my mind on the money like I only want one thing
YaYa, Ya!
It's all hereditary, and we ain't never give a fuck
Bitch I'm never worried
And i'll never start, bitches claim I had no heart
I never really loved, rough time call for rum and measure
Bitches gold digging thinking that I'm made of treasure
She gonna rub my dick, for the passion pain and pleasure
Had to break it down, put the puzzle back together
What the fuck is about to leave, a nigga in need of cheddar

[Bridge: Mateo]
YaYa got my back
YaYa been the plug
YaYa show no love
YaYa's never been the one
So don't get it fucked up
YaYa got a gun, that's why all these bitches run
YaYa been the plug
YaYa show no love
YaYa's never been the one (never been the one)
I don't know why
I don't...

[Chorus]
Step up in this building yall gonna know what I'm about
Rocking chain straight outta Italy, literally im cashed out
From nothing I learned to count
These commas come in amounts
Got my mind on the money
Ain't nothing gon slow me down
I eat the pussy like YaYaYa
I'm in this bitch like YaYa, Ya
I call the shots like YaYaYa
They know my name like YaYa
YaYa nigga, hay

[Bridge 2: Mateo]
Me and my niggas on the the verge of making six figures
We comin hard from talking too much can kill ya
Acting like I'm familia, we ain't family
They wanna see me down but y'all will never live to see
Damn, that's a world of a tragedy
Sip my pain away, drinking Hennessy
It's like a memory, so reminiscent
Got a girl looking at each other, "like we different"
Yeah, equivalent, other past struggles
Living in this world, is kinda like a jungle (jungle)
Got the ball but I never fumble (fumble)
Made it for my fam and we never gonna rumble, naw (naw)

[Outro: Mateo]
YaYa's been the plug
YaYa never showed no love
So don't get it fucked up
That's why (why), all these bitches run
I eat the pussy like YaYaYa
Ya (laughs & giggles)

[B3rt0mac]
Yo, go do it one more time, one more time

[Mateo]
I eat the pussy like YaYaYa

Lyrics: https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-yaya-lyrics

b3rt0mac - YaYa (feat. Mateo) (Prod. mannymade)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Trizzy Trae on the Track (Trizzy)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Trizzy

[Verse 1: Trizzy Trae]
I'm the terminator
You niggas are what I like to call the common denominator
I am the invader
You niggas abominable
Just like the rest of these haters
Exterminate ya
Call me Raid, cause I spray motherfuckers with my venom
Flyest nigga rockin' denim
Flyest nigga in the state, country, overseas
Yeah, I'ma kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Bigger than Terio, blowin' up your stereos
Yup, yup, yup, I'ma kill 'em (Kill 'em)
Bow down to the king of Hip-Hop, I won't stop (uh)
Word on the street, man, your spit game dope
Your spit game schizo, nigga, you can't cope
Not on the same boat, you a peasant, I'm the pope
Double dutch, jump rope, you a slippery slope
Yo, these niggas, they stay mad
Motherfuckers better move back
Cut 'em up like zig-zag
You better know that, 'fore I put you in a body bag
I slaughter pigs
Don't need no Teletubbies, I don't fuck with kids
Bitch I'm the bid
Don't let these motherfuckas gas you up
'Cause yo rhymes ain't shit

[Chorus: Trizzy Trae & Meek]
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no (no patience)
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no (nah)
No patience, no patience, no patience (no patience, no patience)
No patience, no patience
(I ain't got patience)

[Verse 2: Mateo]
I stand dust to dust when the ashes fall
You better sit yourself until your ass is called (what?)
Never on my mind, why even ask at all?
Knight Rider shit, I feel like Hasselhoff
No time to waste bitches be dragging off
With lines to face she gonna snort it all
Cardiac arrest, I put your bitch to sleep
I been alive as long as history (whoa)
I know history, and I know yours too
It's okay, baby girl, it's what we supposed to do (she got a body)
Move your head back, I know you like this point of view
Get aroused for a minute, then you overdue
Think you high and fine, like you been on news
You love talking shit like I ain't over you
No patience, I'm on some savage shit
No ties involved, you gon remember this, yeah

[Chorus]
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no (no patience)
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no (nah)
No patience, no patience, no patience (no patience, no patience)
No patience, no patience
(I ain't got patience)

[Verse 3: Trizzy Trae]
Hop out the black Rolls, pull out the .44
T, Meek and Berto, my niggas, we stone cold
The mod squad deep, we shoot them John Does
Niggas bleed, masterpiece, that Vincent Van Gogh
I'm on that Brando, that Al Pacino
I'm a total homicidal psychotic with dope flows
Throw shots and low blows
No amateur, true pro
Numero uno, you negroes cero, yo
"Trizzy ain't shit, he just a nigga from Philly" (bitch!)
Don't get silly, sis, you too pretty
I fuck Jenna Jamessons, no Jen Tillys
I get the pussy wetter than a wet willy, oh really
Niggas stay pressed, 'cause they know I get busy
Stackin' trees, no counterfeit, no diggity
Blackstreet, all my niggas dope, sincerely
Rough riders, and we killin' em

[Chorus]
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no
I ain't got no patience for these niggas, no
No patience, no patience, no patience
Ohhhh (Trizzy)

https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-no-patience-lyrics
Mixing & Mastering by b3rt0mac
(Prod. CLASSIXS BEATS)

b3rt0mac - No Patience (feat. Trizzy Trae & Mateo)

Lyrics

[B3rt0mac]
This nigga better fuckin' pick up, yo

[phone ringing]

[Mateo]
Hello?

[B3rt0mac]
My nigga, where you at?

[Mateo]
[girls moaning in background]
Nigga, what I tell you?
Don't call me right now

[B3rt0mac]
Bro, what the fuck are you doing?

(Come back to bed, oh, Matt)

[Mateo]
Wait, wait, hold up

[moaning]

[B3rt0mac]
Bro, bro, wha--
Nigga, is you--

[Mateo]
Hold up, hold up

[moaning]

[B3rt0mac]
Bro, how many bitches you got in there, bro?

[moaning]

[Mateo]
Wait, wait

[B3rt0mac]
Bro--

[moaning]

[Mateo]
Wait, huh?

[B3rt0mac]
Bro, we gotta record this YaYa, bro
What the fuck are you doing?

[moaning]

[Mateo]
Hold up, bro
We can get to YaYa after I'm done

[B3rt0mac]
Fuck outta here, bro

[moaning continues]

Bro, you comin'?

[Mateo]
Bro, I'll call you back
I gotta go

[B3rt0mac]
Fuck you, dog

[phone beeps]

Lyrics: https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-mateos-phone-call-skit-lyrics

Mateo's Phone Call (skit)

Lyrics

[Intro]
[Trizzy Trae]
Black Corleone

[Verse 1: Trizzy Trae]
I was born into this shit, circa 1998
Got niggas up at the gate prepared to retaliate
Got a problem?
Let's resolve it with my sniper to your chest
Niggas, they stay obsessed with my style, I'm not impressed
I'm the best
I bet you already knew that, so tell your crew that
They can come thru, Thomas Avenue that
I swear these niggas blue, black, knick-knack paddywhack
Give the dog a bone, rewrite your raps, here's some feedback
Oh crap!
It's the fucking Ritner Soundtrack
And every time the beat drops, you get the hunchback
Blackjack, got niggas look like sad sacks
Murder scene in the steakhouse, Outback
My rhymes alone are hardcore, Jeffrey Dahmer shit
I'm on that comma shit, sippin' Arnold Palmer shit
No father figure, real nigga, I'm on that kinda shit
I guess no one warned you niggas, I'm a baller, bitch

[Verse 2: B3rt0mac]
Call me Corleone with the slick back
Gonna bring '97 back with the hashtag
What's that mean to me when I am supreme
I am a G, I am a King
You can't stop it now, bow down to the punisher
Dream shatterers, skills put to practice
Everlasting tactics, I fuckin' fuckin' had it
Hip-hop ain't a place for silly rabbits

[Verse 3: Trizzy Trae]
Oochie wallie, wallie, oochie bang, bang
Niggas, they know about me
Me and the whole gang
We cruise in Lamborghinis
You niggas Mustang
Got your chump change and your dreams in a piggy bank
They call me the Trap Biggie, Trizzy Trae on the track
The track is trash without Trizzy, everyone else is whack
Incomparable lyrical miracle, yes I'm that
Anyone wanna object?
Cash me ousside, how bow dah?
Bitch, I don't need a feature, I don't need Future
I am the future, flow so dirty, call it kama sutra
Gimme a booster
Niggas, wake up, cock-a-doodle-doo rooster
Cock it and shoot ya
Squad so deep, they call me the ruler
The black Corleone
Yup, I'm dangerous, I'm made for this
Maybe it's the reason niggas hate, I'm high maintenance
My style legitimate
Got limits for the ignorance
Bow down to the K.O. Double H, bitch I'm infamous

[Verse 4: B3rt0mac]
Call my name out
Better get to running
Got the machine gun pumping lead
Straight to ya little homie head
Ima convict
No need for an accomplice
Popping perfect pink pussy I demolish
(Wow Wow)
Ya baby momma a
(Hoe Hoe)
Love when she deepthroat
Scandalous sex in a chokehold
Mind on my money so I won't fold
Sorry to my hometown homies but my
Souls sold

Lyrics: https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-corleone-lyrics
(Prod. Skyro Beats)

b3rt0mac - Corleone (feat. Trizzy Trae)

Lyrics

[Intro]
[Frizz]
Man all these niggas been sleeping on us lately
We coming up on some shit, ya'll don't even know it

[B3rt0mac]
(715)

[Frizz]
We got Bmac in the works in this shit
Shoutout all my Ritner niggas you know
Shoutout all my Philly niggas
We back in this bitch for real
We bout to get 'em

[B3rt0mac]
(B3rt0mac)

[Verse: Frizz]
Mom, please don't cry
Gun to my head, shit, I wanna die
Bitch, I'm out my mind
About to go rob, commit this crime and my niggas right here
And they standing by my side
Bitch I'm out my mind
Smoking all that weed
Tell me how you really really really feel about me (how you feel)
R.I.P. to Ali
In this 215 til I D.I.E
Damn, damn
Really tore up
Got a double cup on me and I'm poured up (that lean)
Swisher on me and I'm rolled up
Can't wait 'til I take a bad bitch on the tour bus (no I can't)
Woah, woah
Bitch time to go, 'bout to go grab Matt so we can blow
Don't disrespect me and put me on hold
Got a bad ass bitch and she climb poles
I ain't talkin north or south
She can fit dick in her mouth
I'm the plug, Bitch, I took that route
Don't even try to short me my amount
Bitch, all I know is money, so I know how to count
You can look at my account
All you see is M's
Hunnit, hunnit, hunnit, hunnit Benjamins
Pussy so wet, bouta go swim
She said I want you, man fuck him
Damn, damn
Feel like the man
'Bouta go to P.R. and get a tan
In the stash house, gotta few hunnit grand
In the strip club, blowin bands, bands on bands
They askin me where, where you from
Philly 215 niggas pullin out guns
They ask me am, am I a bitch?
Naw nigga Come on
I ain't run from shit
And I ain't ever snitch, no flaws in the game
Young nigga comin' up, man they know my name
Calling me J, cuz I'm pullin up
Gotta a bad bitch in the tub and she down to fuck (down to fuck)
Now I'm comin' up, Kobe in the clutch
All my niggas bouta smoke on this Dutch
See these pussies wanna test me, I get an A plus
And I'm bussin' at they head when they talk my stuff

[Outro: Frizz]
All these niggas really sleepin'
We just eatin' on some shit
Ya'll niggas need to stop sleepin' on us
We in this bitch, for real
Prophetz Records, holla at me

[B3rt0mac]
715!
Ritner!

Lyrics: https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-omm-lyrics

b3rt0mac - O.M.M (feat. Frizz) (Prod. JetRunner)

Lyrics

[Intro: Mateo]
Yo, yo bro!
What nigga?
She looking at you
Who?
That girl over there
Nigga you trippin
Bro, she coming over here bro!
Nah Ah, (she comin over here) nah ah oh
Yo

[Verse 1: Mateo]
Yeah, yeah yo
Pretty island girl from the tropics
On my mind 24/7 no way to stop it
Treat her pussy good, I slide in with a deposit
Like a new Ardmore, I best cop it, yeah
I fucked around and took a taste
I wondered how this all became
Now I know strings attached I can't restrain
Back and forth romance you know I can't explain, naw
All these L's so I take it to the face
I can drink up all this liquor and tell my mind it's a race
No thought of mine could be so hard to take
I left a part of you, no any harder to say like

[Bridge: Mateo]
What you want?
Tell me what you needed baby
I can see ya colors that's why I'm smoking this green
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Trizzy Trae]
To love, for love
No love gon' come by
Your love, my love
Let's love with no ties
With no ties, with no ties
Nobody can do it better baby like you and I
To love, for love
No love gon' come by
Your love, my love
Let's love with no ties
With no ties, with no ties
Nobody can do it better baby like you and I

[Verse 2: Mateo]
Yeah, like sex the role
Everybody in the whip tryna take control
You shotgun only when ya ride with me
With you I already won the lottery
Green light let's go no stopping me
We been down for a minute, you spotted me
Like a battery you done charged me up
Even when you're taken I can loose ya up
When I'm with you never can I have enough, no
I grief for the sake of us
Catch me outside, been saving up
But you want where you wanna go
Take us to San Fran, even Tokyo
Boyfriend out the "whom"
That's the "Julio"
Pompey, jigar in my dusae
Keys to the whip while I'm bumping Cool J
Momma told me to hold ya down

[Chorus: Trizzy Trae]
To love, for love
No love gon' come by
Your love, my love
Let's love with no ties
With no ties, with no ties
Nobody can do it better baby like you and I
To love, for love
No love gon' come by
Your love, my love
Let's love with no ties
With no ties, with no ties
Nobody can do it better baby like you and I

[Verse 3: B3rt0mac]
Yeah baby girl you amaze me
Just save me
When I'm with you and away I'm crazy
Can't comprehend this feeling
Love in the air is touching the ceiling
I know sex in the sunset, step out the sundress
And I must confess that I need ya love
I need it all and I can't go on if my heart's at loss
Oh God!
I love the taste of ya lips and
I love to give you little kiss and
I love the swivel of ya hips and
I love to bend you over little bit
Bend you over little bit, yeah
Bend you over little bit
Bend you over little bit

[Trizzy Trae]
Woah, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: Trizzy Trae]
To love, for love
No love gon' come by
Your love, my love
Let's love with no ties
With no ties, with no ties
Nobody can do it better baby like you and I

Lyrics: https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-love-tie-lyrics

b3rt0mac - Love Tie$ (feat. Mateo & Trizzy Trae) (Prod. Hayden)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Trizzy Trae on the Track, yeah
Whoa
715!

[Hook: Trizzy Trae]
If you're a bitch, you're a thot
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
If you're an op, you're a cop
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
We don't fuck wit you

[Verse 1: Quan Geez]
I'm not rattin', I'm not snitchin'
I'm not scared, I'm not bitchin'
Niggas tellin' on they homies, puttin' them in prison
I can not fuck with other niggas who be 'round the block snitchin'
Got my mind on my money, I'm out here makin' decisions
Want that Louis, or that Gucci, bitch I'm all about the brands
I'm a brand, and nigga, you just a fan, understand?
B-Mac and Trizzy on my team, that's the fam, that's the clan
I'm the man, I'm takin' all of your bitches, that's the plan
Middle fingers up, we don't fuck wit you (nope)
You want our style, you want our swag, you just love the crew (yup)
Other niggas, they be hatin' but that's nothin' new (yup)
You all about the beef, so what's up with you?
Sup with you? (what's up?)

[Hook: Trizzy Trae]
If you're a bitch, you're a thot
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
If you're an op, you're a cop
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
We don't fuck wit you

[Verse 2: Trizzy Trae]
They tell me that I'm savage, savage
Be on beast mode
Niggas got my name in they mouth, they mouth
Bet they deepthroat
Jack my style, behind my back, my back
You call me negro (black)
I got the squad, without my team
I'm incomplete like Sisqo (Trizzy)
These niggas flows, they be so greasy, greasy
Call it Crisco
Spit game international, foreign shit
"Si, amigo" (hola)
They wanna, wanna be like Trizzy, Trizzy
But I say no
I swear to God, they want the business
Cause they jalapeno
I been a legend ever since I won the spelling bee
T-R-I-Z-Z-Y 'til the death of me, I'm a G
Like B-I-G, P-A-C, N-A-S, J-A-Y-Z
Get on my level, bitch, 100 P-E-R-C-E-N-T
Oh lord

[Hook: Trizzy Trae]
If you're a bitch, you're a thot
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
If you're an op, you're a cop
We don't fuck wit you, we don't fuck wit you
We don't fuck wit you

Lyrics: https://genius.com/B3rt0mac-wedontfuckwitu-lyrics

b3rt0mac - WEDONTFUCKWITU (feat. Trizzy Trae & Quan Geez) (Prod. Draco TheBeatPlug x TrellGotWings)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I’ve seen better days, I just need a place to ventilate 
Been to frustrated lately over topics full of hatred and I just can’t seem to catch a break
Some people break their neck, over claims, name, and respect
While others break a leg, chasing dames, fame, and a check
I’d rather break a sweat, trying to fix the world of tomorrow
I know my time borrowed so why spend it weeping in sorrow
Just remember keep ya head when all else fails and recognize you breathing is a gift in itself
Forget the wealth, and remember ya loved ones if it helps 
They the ones to stay loyal to you, and care about your health
Note to self, love yours and love all else
No such thing as a life that’s without hell
Envying another man’s life, is just jealousy of pain 
Yeah we all individuals but we all play the same game
We all gon suffer the same fate at the end of the day
Yet we got some of us killing another just to get paid 
It sickens me to see communities fight over some green paper
Why can’t we all just get along and treat one another like a neighbor DAMN.

[Hook]
You and me, stop the world when we’re together
You’ll find a way, you’ll find a way
Better days, Better days
I’ve seen better days, life sometimes is too black and gray

[Verse 2]
Just the other day a kid shot another kid trying to film a vid
Bullet to the dome while nobody home enough to break a soul into pieces
Luckily enough his lungs fit to help keep my diseased aunt breathing 
I’m now seeing the world in a different light 
I see the purpose in hurting if it means to keep your life
I see the worth in churches if it means to ease your strife
I know what lurks in ya person, it haunts me too at night
It’ll be with me til I die so til death do us part
The fear of failure that's strong enough to impale ya lie in my heart
And when the gunshots fire to break the silence of darkness 
Let these words inspire ya to kick your feet up and march
If you’ve seen better days, cuz something's gotta change
To check us out this chess game we all pawns
And whether you dying tonight or tomorrow
On a flight or in a monte carlo
It dont matter cuz although you just hit the lotto
Or lived dead broke we all know our time borrowed so just live it slow and i’m gone yo

[Hook]
You and me stop the world when we’re together
You’ll find a way, you’ll find a way
Better days, Better days
I’ve seen better days, life sometimes is too black and gray

[Bridge]
Stop the murders!
We’re all human that’s for certain
Come together we deserve it
What kind of lives will the babies have? 
If we don’t change up and make it last
It starts right here, it starts right now
With love and hope for
Better days, Better days
We need some Better days

[Outro]
I just wanna thank B-mac for producing this
I wanna thank the fam
And I wanna thank you listening right now aight, you took the time to listen to this mixtape
Thanks, I appreciate it  
Agizzle

-Written & Performed by Aye Gee, Song Production by B3rt0mac, Beat Production by RightBeatRadio
LINK TO ORIGINAL BEAT-
https://youtu.be/oeDzrODh-go

Aye Gee - Better Dayz

Lyrics-

[Verse 1]
Yo fuck witcha boy who got the mic in his hands 
Don’t need a water bottle when I can light up the stands
I ain’t the boy you wanna fuck wit
I got my man’s B-Mac who can ignite if you want light lit
Now throw your hands up if you really wanna fight quick
Then throw your hands up and I’ll show you how a mic spit
Never been the one to throw my hands first up though
I’m sure, prophet records be fine cleanin’ up the dirt though

[Hook]
Fuck witcha boy
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye
Fuck Witcha boy	
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Fuck wit me
Fuck witcha boy
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye
Fuck Witcha boy	
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Fuck wit me

[Verse 2]
Agizzle, I’ll pistol whip you wit my bars
And it’s fo’ shizzle
Don’t you mumble in my yard I shoot straight missiles
When the bass hit you in the car it set off the alarm
It set off fear in your heart
Now throw your hands up if you really wanna fight quick
Then throw your hands up and I’ll show you how a mic spit
Never been the one to throw my hands first up though
But just know, you can never replicate my cold flow

[Hook]
Fuck witcha boy
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye
Fuck Witcha boy	
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Fuck wit me
Fuck witcha boy
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye
Fuck Witcha boy	
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Fuck wit me

[Verse 3]
Known to be that lyrical genius you know how it goes
Don’t fuck wit me unless you want to be left an example
Don’t need my crew wit me, I’ll murder you alone
Just throw your hands
And we’ll see how it goes
Now throw your hands up if you really wanna fight quick
Then throw your hands up and I’ll show you how a mic spit
Never been the one to throw my hands first up though
But at the end of the day let’s see who’s bringing back the mic home

[Hook]
Fuck witcha boy
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye
Fuck Witcha boy	
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Fuck wit me
Fuck witcha boy
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye
Fuck Witcha boy	
Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Aye Gee, Fuck wit me

-Written & Performed by Aye Gee, Song Production by B3rt0mac, Beat Production by Drew Anthony
LINK TO ORIGINAL BEAT-
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNw8H25KBOs

Aye Gee - F.W.B

Lyrics-

[Verse 1]
Ayo check it
Soon as I bust on a record I start poppin off
Soon as I bust out with effort imma start all the talk
And for the record I got more fire than Molotov
I just blow up without needing any alcohol
Im the man though, or call me the kid
C-Swish switched a mic for a bottle and bib
Disrespecting me when i'm at your crib though, that was real low
You makin it hard for me to consider you my kinfolk, on the real though
These rappers be fake as fuck
Actin hard on one song the next they bust a nut
Cant be a man if you do the girls stunts
But I guess that’s what you get if you wit yaya growin up
Invincible my ass
No point in tossin subliminals if you aint gonna catch
So you a criminal who do it for the fame and cash
Yet you say you do it for the passion
You a fake nigga waitin to be blasted

[BREAK]

[Verse 2]
Please stop singing A,B,C’s
I don’t need to know you’ve won a Spelling Bee
You a sheep no where near a goat like PAC
Quan geez spit better game for free 
No disrespect to my nigga quan In the least 
As a heads up though, learn to write to a beat
Mr. Corleone, how’s it feel to sit on a throne
Just kiddin nigga, you just a peasant wit a hope
You had yo time to shine back in Ritner
Your hooks were fine but your verses shoulda been left of the picture 
So you were on 10 tracks out of 16, laid a verse on each and still got bodied by every other nigga in there
Damn Trae, what a feat to accomplish
Left my nigga quan alone without an acolmplice 
I gotta wonder if you aint have no patience when a nigga stole yo fritos
I wanna see how you react when you get bodied by a 15 year old

[BREAK]

[Verse 3]
I’ll admit I was sleeping by the time your verse hit
Not a diss to the tape just to you and your fake shit
You claimed you got hunnit hunnit M’s inside yo bank account
Then why you aint in Cali right now slayin out
Why yo name still lay inside the underground
Why yo fame just a K up on soundcloud
You just a poor mans Trizzy Trae and that’s a lot to say when Trizzy himself barely got game
Call me a hater if you don’t wanna face the facts
And handle this shit later and hand this diss to Matt
Cause I assume yaya aint raise no bitch
But I assume Miz just produce for a bitch
To tell the truth Frizz, it hurts to see a nigga like you 
The fake it til you make it to die rich and famous 
I actually hate yo type but I guess we were raised different
That’s the only reason I wont burry you tonight

-Written & Performed by Aye Gee, Song Production by B3rt0mac, 
Beat Production by Taylor King
LINK TO ORIGINAL BEAT-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dojd-CdPbhc

Aye Gee - R.I.P'N

Hook
I'm just trying to shine like the stars in my flag
Who gon knock the hustle cuz they lost in they bag
Angry at the rhymes that i pen to the pad
Drifitin off the line now get the fuck off my gat
X2

V1
Treachories of melody, sculpted to perfection like an effigy/
If i rep a beat its cuz it pleasures me
Like...turnin stephanie to headphonie
Massacre a melody and turn it to a memory 
Got, pages full of rap sheets to rap cheats to rap leaks
Grab a seat when he stack cheese to rap beats...
Oh no let it be known he got Cold stones
Went from Savage sound to yaya to corleone

Hook
I'm just trying to shine like the stars in my flag
Who gon knock the hustle cuz they lost in they bag
Angry at the rhymes that i pen to the pad
Drifting off the line now get the fuck off my gat

V2
I got dreamz, they too many to count,
I got dreamz, that they'll never run out, 
I got dreamz, they in heaven right now,
I got dreamz, that they'll fall down
Chasin dreams dont seem logical
The risk is too great so you sink in your own weight and get hung by the throat/
But then the ship sails so u cant cope/
But then your grip fails and your nails slip and u lose sight of your main goal
I know this shits real cuz it happened to me last october
I know that gods real cuz hes what stopped me from jumping over
I know that shits real and that shit will hit the fan And that's when fate is in your hand no longer in god's plan no
You gotta plan it right cuz this planet stops for no one
Choose wisely who you trust or else you will be left wide open
I leave this msg for myself and any from afar
Whether you succeed or stay dreaming  remember who you are
(BeatProd. Secret Stash)

Aye Gee - DREAMZ

Wrap my head around the news yeah
Wrap my head around the noose
She said one gon kill meeee
I said both gon kill meeeee
Wrap my head around the news yeah
Wrap my head around the noose
She said one gon kill meeee
I said both gon kill meeeee

V1
(Consistent no breaks)
Told her be still to be just like water
She wildin out bcuz she wasnt fathered
I Tried to control her but why even bother
She said that i hate her that couldn't be farther
From telling the truth she just tryin to bait me
She settin the trap up she  tryna take me
And Take out my life and to take out my vida
She wildin out but. still i believe her
(Dead Voice)
I say ima leave her
I say  i say ima leave her
She say she wet like aquafina
She say she wet like aquafina
I say i say ima leave her
I say i say ima leave her
I swear she sick like Amish fever
I swear she sick like Amish fever 
Yeh...


Wrap my head around the news yeah
Wrap my head around the noose
She said one gon kill meeee
I said both gon kill meeeee
Wrap my head around the news yeah
Wrap my head around the noose
She said one gon kill meeee
I said both gon kill meeeee

V2

V3
How bout u know the real meeee
How bout u stop and just feel meee
I just feel so emptyyy
I just need a pill reeee
Fill cuz i feel so ffilthyyy
If i died today would they film meee

(BeatProd. Penacho)

Aye Gee - Kill Me

Bertomac - Everyday

Aye Gee - Bars from Barcelona

Aye Gee - 2hard

Trizzy Trae - DRIP

Trizzy Trae - Wild Things (feat. Bertomac)

Trizzy Trae - Arcade

Aye Gee - 5/13/19

Aye Gee - Never Change

Aye Gee - Trust Myself (feat. Bertomac)

Aye Gee - Outro

Aye Gee - Feel

Aye Gee - Wide Awake

Aye Gee - Switchn' Sides

Aye Gee - Gung Ho

Aye Gee - Trust Nobody

Instagram: the_real_ayegee
Everybody something that they not these days
Everybody stuntin just to pop these days
I remember times no facades on faces
No Gucci watch no Jordans no laces

Everybody something that they not these days
And Everybody stuntin just to pop these days
I remember times no facades on faces
No Gucci watch no Jordans no nothing


Everybody something that they not
Everybody craving the cream, cream of the crop yeah
Everybody talkin like they know
Everybody talkin but talk-ins getting old man

Everybody claimin that they hot
Everybody runnin the race race to the top
I’ll be damned if I let em get the crown before me
Savage in the sound way before we had streams

I been dreaming bout this shit, way before we had demons
If I make a hit, we gon break and make even
All this pain gon leave I promise we gon stop it
The money on the leaves the hustle you can’t knock it

Nah, don’t compare me anybody near me
Cause anybody close knows, I got, cold flows
I give,no fucks, bout who,got next
I got the game locked I got this shit pressed

I reappear like the Loch Ness, and make my peers disappear in the process
It ain’t a contest cause I ain’t never felt threatened
I must be possessed to want the game in my possession i’mmm

Mighty obsessive immmm very pretentious Ima die a fuckin legend if I dont then ain’t ending
That’s on god that’s on everything we here for
If you ain’t here to do the same then what the fuck you really here for

Everybody something that they not these days
And Everybody stuntin just to pop these days
I remember times no facades on faces
No Gucci watch no Jordans no laces

Who really want it cause I really got it
Y’all say y’all really bout it but I really doubt it
Toast to the times when ego wasn’t a factor
Modern day rappers are the best type of actors

Guess I’ll play my part but it’s, part of the issue
But if lying on tracks is what it takes to continue
And fabricating raps is what puts food on the table
Then fuck the rap game and fuck my hip hop label
I’m gone

I’m off this joint man

Aye Gee - EVERYBODY

'Cause I've been on my own
You need to leave me alone

Before I say too much
Tell me why you love me
I've been hurt before
I don't get why you trust me
Maybe I'm just dumb
And you tell me I'm worthy
I've been on my own
I don't get why you trust me
Trust me

Here you go again throwing compliments
To boost my confidence, but no, I'm not convinced
Of why you'd stay with a nigga with no common sense
I lie, I steal and I cheat and that's a consequence
Back when I was in the city out there boastin' and bluffin'
With a bum bitch who blew me off and left me with nothin'
Now you hop up in the scene, I play it off like I'm stuntin'
But really, I got a problem, you just say that I'm frontin'
'Cause if lies could kill, maybe I would be dead
Got me stuck in my ways, knowing I'm fucked in the head
Can't trust me to fall in love, I just might leave you on read
You should leave me alone, get another instead, yeah

Before I say too much
Tell me why you love me
I've been hurt before
I don't get why you trust me
Maybe I'm just dumb
And you tell me I'm worthy
I've been on my own
I don't get why you trust me
Trust me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey-ey-ey, trust me

I don't get why you trust me, I'm a bad man
Shawty broke my heart and I ain't understand
I was young and engulfed in false promises
Almost came to telling myself, "Never love again"
Damn
Then I played the love game, one-on-one
Played these jawns like COD, call it run and gun
Heartbreak kid, know my shit slay
Music to they ears, baby behave
Now she comin' over, now she comin' over
Hands on her hip and we on the sofa
Got me feelin' different, but I can't say
Bonnie to my Clyde, now that's something beyond sayin'

'Cause I've been on my own, I
You need to leave me alone

Before I say too much
Tell me why you love me
I've been hurt before
I don't get why you trust me (Oh, no, no, no, aye)
Maybe I'm just dumb
And you tell me I'm worthy (Worthy, yeah, uh)
I've been on my own
I don't get why you trust me
Trust me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been on my own
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've been on my own (No, no, no, no, no)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hey-ey-ey, trust me
(Trust me)



Written and performed by Trae Morgan - Humberto Gomez
Recorded, Mix/Mastered by Humberto Gomez
Beat production by Balance Cooper

blancoBLK - DON'T TRUST ME (feat. Bertomac)

https://bit.ly/bertomac

Yo Bmac
This shit about to be fire
These niggas aint ready for what you about to put out
You made it through the hard times now we here 2020
I'm fucking proud of you
So lets put this shit on the streets and show what we about

You can’t tell me shit, my niggas tell me to stay focused
I been on my grind, y’all niggas lurking like some vultures 
Promised to my day ones that they troubles almost over
Drugs, money, bitches when we make it never sober

Now bounce, bounce
If I’m in it, then I’m in it
Ain’t no ballers in the building, put ya daughters in submission
Y’all can’t tolerate this flow
I leave haters at the door
Talk about Coronavirus, I stay spittin', spittin', spittin' (Why he say that)
I’m just sick wit' it I know 
I can’t change what’s in my soul
Hearing voices in my head, no this ain’t no Yu-Gi-Oh
Fuck her face down, face up
Know she feel it in her gut 
If we fuckin on the Molly, make her love me 'til I nut 

Awe man, awe man
Gotta make 'em understand 
Ima ridda 'til I die
Keep em fingers in the sky high
Came up from the mud and we watched just who to trust 
See Nas said life a bitch 
But that bitch I think I love so

You can’t tell me shit, my niggas tell me to stay focused
I been on my grind, y’all niggas lurking like some vultures 
Promised to my day ones that they troubles almost over
Drugs, money, bitches when we make it never sober

Now, you can’t tell me shit, my niggas tell me to stay focused
I been on my grind, y’all niggas lurking like some vultures 
Promised to my day ones that they troubles almost over
Drugs, money, bitches when we make it never sober

I ain’t gonna lie but I fucked shawty before 
And she all about the dollar sign 
Watch her buss it down real 
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low 
(What)
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low
(Go get it)

I ain’t gonna stop 
Til I got Avenador In the parking lot of Walmart 
Wit my Glock up in the drawer
I’m just boolin wit' my peeps 
See you leeches so petite 
And my girl roll for me man I call her Russian cream
Oh baby 
Why the city tryna stop me, someone save me
And the ops try they best to eliminate me
Oh baby, oh baby
Why the city try to stop me
Someone save me 

Someone save me
Someone save me
Someone save save save save save me
Someone save me
Someone save me
Someone, someone, someone save me

You can’t tell me shit, my niggas tell me to stay focused
I been on my grind, y’all niggas lurking like some vultures 
Promised to my day ones that they troubles almost over
Drugs, money, bitches when we make it never sober

Now, you can’t tell me shit, my niggas tell me to stay focused
I been on my grind, y’all niggas lurking like some vultures 
Promised to my day ones that they troubles almost over
Drugs, money, bitches when we make it never sober

Graduating college today
He's in college?
Yeah 
Oh
He's finished, tell him congratulations 
Congratulations

Can't Tell Me Sh*t

Bertomac - Can't Tell Me Sh*t (Single)

https://bit.ly/stuckinherwayz

Been there, done that
There's no other way to put it like

Tell me why the mood change
Why you playing games
See you falling back even though we did our thing
Last night yeah we boned and ya moaning
Lil Debbie, 'cuz we baked every morning
Said it’s real, I don’t know see I kinda doubt it
Left hickies on my neck
But the passion silent
Told me 'bout ya past
'Bout ya crazy days
But I can’t save a girl that’s just stuck in her ways

Nah, nah
Can’t save a girl, can’t save a girl
Shawty I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad
Told ya I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad

She don’t wanna change for no one
Shawty stuck in a daze
Just stuck in her ways
Can’t get to her
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for

She don’t wanna change for no one
Shawty stuck in a daze
Just stuck in her ways
Can’t get to her
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for

Way she get the bag
Way I run the Jewels
When I’m in the stu'
Know I’ll kill a mic too
I’m a criminal
Word to Eminem
She the exorcist
Wit' that crazy head
I remember when ya told me that ya changed ya heart
But little by little, see u rotten from the start
And you played it off too
Here we go boo
Running fake news
Can’t sprint in my shoes
It’s a marathon 
R.I.P to Nip, Hussle
Complex everyday struggle
Just to find what’s real
Feel like Holyfield
In a boxing ring fighting all these demons still
She don’t wanna be saved but that’s alright with me
Just like these future memes
She belong to the streets
Hold up

Shawty I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad
Told ya I ain’t mad at ya
I ain’t mad

She don’t wanna change for no one
Shawty stuck in a daze
Just stuck in her ways
Can’t get to her
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for

She don’t wanna change for no one
Shawty stuck in a daze
Just stuck in her ways
Can’t get to her
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for
Mami got the looks and them looks to kill for

Bertomac - Stuck In Her Wayz

Turn it up bro, lets get it
Yeah,Yeah
Lets go

(Move bitch)
I don’t flinch 
Just flexed on a bitch 
She thinking she stopping my wave huh
I don’t want drama, shawty just keep on, keep on
Sayin' something 
Models and bottles I want 
Doubles 'cuz one ain’t enough
Girl see ya man a bluff
Tell him ya leaving' with us

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Flex on a bitch like 
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Hit a lick, I got that 
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Commas and dollaz count that
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
(Yeah, yeah)
Woah woah

Fuckin' on a bitch, she can save that tantrum 
Gimme that brain like a neutron haircut
I don’t really talk but I came to make noise
Aim it at ya head top, totin that toy like 
Talk about head rush, still feel the buzz
Still lighting up every night 
Peep it she a devil, wanna dance wit the headlights on will I stick it in her tailpipe moan 

Like 
Hennessy and weed
That’s all I really need
Got that cash up in my jeans 
She ask, I wanna peak baby 
Hennessy and weed
That’s all I really need
Got that cash up in my jeans 
She ask, I wanna peak baby 

Haha, yeah turn that shit up
Hot as a motherfucka in here
Replay that shit, hot as fuck in the studio
Quarantine season
Ayo, let's go round two
(What about the Woah, she know the Woah)

I don’t flinch 
Just flexed on a bitch 
She think she Stopping my wave huh
I don’t want drama, shawty just 
Keep on, keep on
Saying something 

Models and bottles I want 
Doubles 'cuz one ain’t enough
Girl see ya man a bluff
Tell him ya leaving with us

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Flex on a bitch like 
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Hit a lick, I got that 
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Commas and dollaz count that
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah, woah

Shawty got the Snapchat 
Run it wit the Cash App 
Lucky that ass fat 
Here to make bank
Killa' wit the lap dance
Sorry ‘bout ya last man
Like T-Pain, let me buy you a drank 

I'ma cold motherfucka
I’m rollin' by the way
Got an ounce up in the crib
Ya might as well stay baby

Hennessy and weed
That’s all I really need
Got that cash up in my jeans 
She ask, I wanna peak baby 
Hennessy and weed
That’s all I really need
Got that cash up in my jeans 
She ask, I wanna peak baby 

Yeah

Bertomac - The Woah

blancoBLK - REAL FRIENDS

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