@januarysbackstory on ig / soundcloud
p. waale

so im plannin-
like agent avesta im planning a case
and these niggas be snakes
shorty sayin that she like me
she only want me cus she make minimum wage
in a talking stage i aint treat her well so she move on the next day
and i feel like everyday, im wishing that i was okay
it's like 6:39 i just relapsed, 
6:45 get ready for school
if they ask, gotta tell that im cool,
cus the end is too deep like im a pool 
i said gotta read a book about unknown americans
fuck that finna stay home from school 
from the outside they'll say i'll be okay but my thoughts and my heart are in a duel
i said i got nobody to talk to
so i express myself by making a sorry track
finally moved on now she want me, that shit is wack
my family coming gotta finish fast,
said i need you but that shit in the past, 
but my brain is up in a clash,
so i need me a homie to give me smack
uh, smack me back to reality, x2
smack me
smack me back to reality x2
smack me
smack me back to reality x2
smack me 
smack me back to reality 
smack me huh, reality.

back to top ^

iman avesta

my insta: @januarysbackstory
produced by: @wherearetomy

lyrics:

i think its time i keep my distance from you
i think its time i pack my bags and move
and you don't want me to ball, you want me to fall
but that crossover is weak, yo body shift to small
why you wanna see me down so bad?
you wish that i was a clown, want me in the act?
and you keep praying on the preys, i call you ak
and you saying you don't need me, but wheres the facts?
( nigga show me the facts )
but you know that it's harder than that
you claiming that you is a thug but you full of the cap
you wanna hide behind the screen but you're becoming a dad
a baby you could've done taught but you gave up on that

so really, who is a non-factor?
its you
and who is living in the past?
its you
and who could've been a dad?
its you
you know you don't got beef with anyone but you

fuck that shit, send his ass a scripture, we gon rip his pictures
make sure that he feel it cus he don't wanna feel shit
and you just gettin bigger and bigger and bigger
and now you letting yourself go because you wanna be a nigga
family you could've raised, what happened
nfl you could've been, but you was nappin
steady talkin bout yo past friends you keep bashing
but the future gon keep coming so how about that facts-in
( hell nah, break it back, break it back )

you is a loser
if you was gonna leave the kid why you have to do her
and you know when you put up 40 you know that its finna hurt
maybe it was your decision or a generation curse
thoughts flowin in your head, as you take the med
thoughts you keep getting fed, that you should've said
things that you could've kept, but now you in your bed
you can't hide behind your screen no more, you already dead

+ non-factor

@januarysbackstory
@cecenextdoor
@maytakeover

#censorship

@januarysbackstory 
@maytakeover

lyrics:
gang gang bitch

imma make ts short nigga you is trash
you a dork nigga shakin ass
you a fat nigga inna chats
and you catfish wit no bag
yo kay you a pussy and nigga we smokin ya dad
stop hidin yo looks nigga you is insecure and nigga you is hella fat
we get, we see it
you see it, you eat it
the bitches, you need em
the pictures, delete em
cus nobody know yo bitch ass
2 meals gon fold yo bitch ass
cant wait to pull up on his bitch ass 
do him like his dad bitch ass
rip, rest in piss
who told kay to drop that diss?
nigga so fat cant see his own dick
stop all that cappin you dont own a blick
nigga said if a nigga talked abt his pops, he'll pull up and he'll blitz
but i talked about his pops, and the nigga was shakin his hips ( liarrr )
imma keep it a buck nigga you a cuck
cus you shippin me wit a bitch
that's the same one that you miss
friendship you was tryna fix
next diss come wit sum rude
and i'll show you sum new
nigga stop eatin all that food
beat gave mere deja vu
nigga finna go and blitz who?

gang gang bitch 
wehh wehh wehh sybau 😭

deja vu

@qaizy
@januarysbackstory

lyrics: 

i hope you find yourself x2
and i hope you take your mask off

so when i ask you this keep it a buck
when you talk to all these bitches are you tryna fuck
or are you truly tryna find you the special one
or kadin, are you really tryna chase your fathers love?
i already got the answers im just playing dumb
to go and cope with yourself being a bum
you hop on cord everyday and it makes you numb
from all the pain in your brain you a lost son
but god's tired of your praying man he had enough
so why are you so spiteful
heading in a spiral, the dirt is your rival
all them songs in your files, you fighting for survival
then you finna go back to your bed hoping that you go viral, a cycle

i hope you find yourself 
the kay cycle
i hope you find yourself
( come on, come on, come on )
and i hope you take your mask off
sad story

( i don't like him he's just my, nothing )
( i really don't like kay he makes me uncomfortable, and he isn't his true self )
keep that shit one hundred with you, with self
you don't have to put on no costume
you don't ever have to lie to kick it

aye, and imma tell you what the fuck you is
( you're a ) creep ass nigga tryna beg for cooch
( and a ) fatherless child that's stuck in a loop
bitch i dare you try to talk about others
when you tryna go girl to girl to find you a lover
and if you don't get depression explain your eating addiction 
asking if your pops would be proud but you're constantly switching
dedicated him an album but first song talking shit
so i responded with a diss but them lies you tried to pick,
that's, bleeping out the girls name ( no justifying that )
saying you was stuttering ( nobody buying that )
that shit was some lame
we not falling for your game
and i know you is a player but, 
nobody is playin'
shut the fuck up
you gon hear what the fuck i am saying,
don't get stuck up
imma go and ask yo ass a question
better fess up
are you okay with looking in the mirror
and notice that yo pops wouldn't be proud cus he ain't near ya
 
go home.
cus you lost this battle
and im exposing that, that fat ass ego is fragile
how you finna go and diss then you tryna make amends
next time don't stutter make sense
nigga you act like you ten,

but i understand it though 
your father left when you was young, you didn't get to grow
so the way that you cope is, throwing a show
but you can do that without dissing on the low
i know that pops never taught you this, cus he wasn't around
but you don't gotta play tuff like you got the crown

you gotta find who is you
and if you need you a clue
take that mask off i promise you'll find somebody new
let's talk about it.

i hope you find yourself x2
and i hope you take your mask off

take your mask off

s/o @issbrokie 

---
onlyjayus
rewind dat remix
prod. dylvinci

- hook:
kick drum
they hear the hi-hats
they hear the flows, probably blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the type of steez make civilians rewind that-

- verse:
hoe, i spit what i spit
last bars y'all missed, i would never go and trip about a bitch or a girl
and my vocab's different, you act like a mistress
2v2? nigga, you dismissed
2 fat fucks look like tortas, garlic powder goya
if you wanna cook, put the stove on, go ya, bitch
man, these boys don't get it
3 songs for the same bitch, you'll never get it
my bitch fine, imma take her to the wedding
yo bitch crying 'cause she knows you never wet it
and yo mans rockin' polo, ralph lauren, never copped it
he just fantasizing over clothes, never shopping
and if y'all boys keep on talking, congratulate the semi-auto
fire flame spitter like komodo
no time for fake people, i'm surrounded by badasses, joey
y'all animated like toei
the war of the songs, but i already dissed yo mans
and instead of y'all getting back,
matches were planned
man, fuck that
pringle headass with no mustache
oh, he got mustache
skinny ass mustache
with a fat ass chin
why these fat ass niggas keep on talking shit
when i already put the biggest in a bin
like excuse me?!
niggas wanna use me?!?!
they want entertainment
i don't gotta pack to go and flame 'em
like jace said
green tip 556, add 'em up, bitch i'm 16, smacking on the 20s
man, that's dangerous
how the fuck you taking diss
how is yo bitch taking dick
yo mans 20 and he went to go and leave his kids
fuck yo match, fuck yo gang, fuck a diss
bitch, i'm coming with the controversial talk, onlyjayus

- hook:
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hi-hats
they hear the flows, probably blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the type of steez make civilians rewind that
they hear the kick drum
they hear the hi-hats
they hear the flows, probably blow a cat’s mind back
they hear the snare hits
they hear the mic tap
the type of steez make civilians rewind that shit

onlyjayus

phase
heart final slump6s remix 
og by slump6s
prod. maajins

i find it crazy, man, i came a long way
he tried to play me, he don't really know jay
y'all boys funny, i can see it in yo face
i find it funny, 'cause y'all niggas bitch made

y'all niggas old, tryna bring up ovk.
shit not gon' phase me till this day
way too focused on me and my gang, so excuse...
so excuse me, i don't got time for lames.

like whoo, who is she? oh, that is my bae
are you new? running shit, gotta be my fate
too cool, for ya pussy boys and y'all snakes
stay in school, y'all niggas is dumb in the brain

april fools, why you tryna act like you changed?
no rules, so we finna fuck up this place
already knew, that y'all broke, man, that's not okay.
fuck a duel, i'm on top, and that shit gon' stay.

verse repeats

phase

would you rather
prod. 15drtt

bitch made, and i been known
big guap, all this money shows
all that big talk, nigga you is stayin' broke
you is not bae, back the fuck up woahh

aye who wanna find out?
big ass chop, show you what this shit about
need the guap so my boys causin' a riot
you not gang, pussy boy why you lyin'

would you rather
be a bitch nigga
or would you rather
get to the figures

cause i don't know man, yall boys stayin' broke pussys
we movin' like a vet, swear to bro we not no rookies

verse repeats

would you rather

qaizy - playhouse
prod. tony
inspired by a joey badass carry on verse + tony's remix of it

lyrics:

> “today’s sound is designed to suit you”
> “i will give you rest!”

so if it’s all because of jealousy, you cannot fight that
'cause when i’m on the screen, all y’all boys wanna type fast
i’m taking flight—y’all need high to take a flight like 'dutt pack'
i find it rude how 'kind of' y’all is
please back the fuck up, play grounded like kids
and i’m not talking 'bout the slides though, i’m talking 'bout the swings
tryna knuckle up 'cause them monkey bars too lame
think we give a fuck? swear to bro, you is insane
bitch, i’m climbing up, taming dragons—"toothless do flames!"

20/20 vision, something that i never had
another 2020 quarantine had us hella sad
i’m speaking four 20s, 180—man, y’all never done
'cause when y’all see yourselves in 360, man, y’all rather run
and we don’t do no 720p—man, we do 4k
'cause when i go and win, i’ll make sure that y’all niggas know the name
i’m doing shot clock cheese, bitch—yeah, like 2k
and shorty, if you wondering? yeah, nigga name is jay

they see me as the best, and no nigga really can contest
maybe if he threw the act aside, he would confess
but what’s next? audio—high definition
like, “bitch, this my playground,” yeah, you better listen
don’t worry 'bout thing 1 and thing 2—they keep missing
man, it only takes three dings for an rko, we finished
[wwe bell sound effect]

and it ain’t about the raps though—bitch, i’m casting a spell
like salem, mass., throw it up—witches doing well
and when i played that bell, man, it wasn’t for a match
it was for my boys to pull up—yeah, we finna attack
y’all boys’ colors is irrelevant, but y’all not in the gold
y’all like ultraviolet—something we don’t even know
something we can’t even see
i’m living the dream
and there’s no need to speedrun—i’m pushing weight clean

three x’s and my niggas winning—tic-tac-toe
two x’s, add a y, 'cause y’all kinda slow
one x, add a y, now y’all got a bro
and past ex no longer friends, so the heart is cold

and when i do and get to 'guap', i’ll give it to my pops
so the nigga can know that he never broke
me and my gang—yeah, we cracking jokes
and i’m discovering new shit that i never known
like, there’s rules to this shit, so don’t break the code
but if you really wanna break it, just let me know
and i’ll just act friendly, like a bloodhound, yeah
but i’m just undercover—fuck out my playground

and these bullets won’t go over your head like the bars you spit
y’all niggas always miss
it’s time to pack that shit up—everybody had enough
bluff, bluff, bluff, bluff

> “carry on tradition”
yeah "got statik, and i’mma select"
i said, that e-s to the g-n, bitch

playground

jaded 
laced max by lazer dim 700 remix

lyrics:

imma start it off, nigga man y’all shit was trash,
talkin’ ’bout ovk cypher, man that shit was ass!
man you dated nae, i won’t leave that shit in the past
and then you texted core, sayin’ that he want it fast

it’s yo month nigga, yea you like it in yo ass
eatin’ all that food my niggas yea you gettin’ fat
cut them dreads bitch, man yo cutt, lookin’ wack
you a bitch in real life, and that shit a fact

go figure, rezz an old ass nigga
i’ll have taiga pull up to yo crib and get you lit up
kay you fat as shit, nigga yea you gettin’ bigger
ugly ass nigga, i know you a catfisher
random ass fat nigga

(kobey)

nigga talkin’ ’bout some pedo, but he dated nae
faggot ass nigga wanted core, that nigga gay
nigga that she wanted him, but she wanted cass
nigga big as shit, tummy have a brain blast!
fuck that nigga, rezz, a hoe ass nigga
nigga spinnin’ on yo block, get you hit up
mani fat as shit, make him do a chin

(@qaizy)

go figure, rezz an old ass nigga
i’ll have taiga pull up to yo crib and get you lit up
kay you fat as shit, nigga yea you gettin’ bigger
ugly ass nigga, i know you a catfisher
random ass fat nigga

“no that’s overkill!”

imma start it off, nigga man y’all shit was trash,
talkin’ ’bout ovk cypher, man that shit was ass!
man you dated nae, i won’t leave that shit in the past
and then you texted core, sayin’ that he want it fast

it’s yo month nigga, yea you like it in yo ass
eatin’ all that food my niggas yea you gettin’ fat
cut them dreads bitch, man yo cutt, lookin’ wack
you a bitch in real life, and that shit a fact!

jaded w/ kobey

finna stay broke
lyrics:

y’all niggas pussy and i put that on the gang
taiga finna shoot, and that nigga finna bang
shortie, brilliant, way she keep givin’ me sum brain
y’all niggas hatin’, man y’all boys sum lames
(may shit, y’all niggas sum lame shit)

we gon’ shoot him up,
bitch we get the bucks
and we don’t give a fuck
green bean luck
make him shut up,
boy we had enough
unt unt unttttt

bitch we get the bands
you is not my mans
boy y’all is sum fans
shit i cannot stand
taiga got the blick
and we gon’ leave ’em lit
why y’all on the dick
y’all niggas smell like shit

y’all boys so sorry, sum hoes
y’all niggas is finna stay broke
y’all boy- y’all boys so sorry, sum hoes
y’all niggas is finna stay broke

(lyrics repeated ^)

finna stay broke

all star
p. jvon
lyrics:

i’m with taiga—my nigga, it’s finna bang
stop tryna be hard, 'cause i’m posted with the gang
i’m shootin’ from deep, 'cause a nigga ball like dame
niggas bringin’ all that offense—'cause we in the all-star game

y’all niggas sorry—man, y’all niggas never shoot
bitch, i’m with the coach, nigga—you gettin’ the boot
put you with the g—nigga, you not really with the crew
taiga playin’ point, so a nigga shootin’ two

bitch, i’m strapped up—niggas better back up
nigga act tough, i make his shorty act up
that nigga really cannot guard—he a bitch, nigga
i hit that shorty with a hesi—need a switch, nigga

all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
with your bitch, and she tryna take a flick, nigga
that’s your bitch, but she steady on the dick, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga

> (@makotoxi)
> jalen brunson, number 11—captain of the knicks
> rookie tryna act like he a pro, that shit gon’ make me sick

> (@qaizy)
> we gon’ read you, nigga—'cause we know all your tricks

> (@makotoxi)
> i feel like allen iverson—all these diamonds on my wrist

> (@qaizy)
> that nigga taiga feel like edwards—'cause a nigga do not pass

> (@makotoxi)
> i feel like mj—'cause a nigga ridin’ first class

> (@qaizy)
> i’m on all-star shit while your ass is gettin’ sat and

> (@makotoxi)
> you a fan watchin’ me, i know your ass hella mad

bitch, i’m strapped up—niggas better back up
nigga act tough, i make his shorty act up
that nigga really cannot guard—he a bitch, nigga
i hit that shorty with a hesi—need a switch, nigga

all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga
all-star shit, all-star shit, nigga

> “bro, oh my god… bro, i was…”

what did he say?

guap
nowhere2go - earl sweatshirt remix

lyrics:

> “moneyyy”

look, and i get to the (moneyyy)
i get to the cash
dick ride—that shit not gon’ last
old heads focused on the past
but i’m still worried 'bout the fuckin' (moneyyyyy)

oh yeah, the guap, the guap
i don’t got time for the talk
i’m tryna get me a lot
fuck that—i’m tryna get me to the bank
i’m tryna point at my wrist like dame
fuck with my cash, you is insane
growing up fast—feel like usain
so excuse me if i change

you tryna use me? oh, you lame
my boys vamped up—we got fangs
i’m not passin’—i’m going for makes
quit actin’—you never had pain
there’s a lot of people that be lyin’
lot of bitches that be hidin’
my mama kept on cryin'
sound of that had me dyin’

so i’ll make it to the top
my so-called friends hoppin’ that i flop
but i do it for my mom—now you see why i need the guap
i need the guap, i need the guap, i need the guap
(moneyyy)

> \[beat drops back in]

i’m tryna point at my wrist like dame
fuck with my cash, you is insane
growing up fast—feel like usain
so excuse me if i change

you tryna use me? oh, you lame
my boys vamped up—we got fangs
i’m not passin’—i’m going for makes
quit actin’—you never had pain

there’s a lot of people that be lyin’
lot of bitches that be hidin’
my mama kept on cryin'
sound of that had me dyin’

so i’ll make it to the top
my so-called friends hoppin’ that i flop
but i do it for my mom—now you see why i need the guap
i need the guap, i need the guap, i need the guap
i need the guap.

guap

nana

bound 2 by kanye west 
duckworth by kendrick lamar
these beats were used ^^

*lyrics:*

so i’ma ask y’all a question—why y’all think i give a fuck?
y’all boys keep talkin’, so tell me what the fuck is up?
i’m too passionate, i need y’all to shut up
i drop “non-factor,” now the “jig is up”

like why these fat-ass niggas keep on actin’ pressed
taiga keep ridin’ the dick, you won’t fit in a dress
y’all niggas fagged out
my name is qaizy—i’m known for spittin’ facts out

niggas think i gave a fuck about a vanity
i’ma make sure y’all boys cannot stand me
/ retry 'cause he wanna retry that vault
fuck up that nigga kay—it was just your fault

naa naa naaa naa
and i need y’all to make space for the king
y’all shitty bars got recycled like poland springs
losin’ my voice, so i’m finna let the choppa sing

i’m stayin’ poised—man, y’all laggin’, go fix your ping
like great lord, you ain’t been the same since déjà vu
and that black girl bitchin’, but i find it cute
because they do it all to try to get a qaizy view

take a look, shitty hooks
keep y’all heads right in the books
because y’all wordplay ass leavin’ no one shook
i find it funny that y’all niggas think y’all overlooked

y’all just soft—when i speak, y’all energy took
why you think you in front of me? i swear y’all some wannabes
not the ones that wanna be something—y’all just buzz around
y’all stay complacent while i’m tryna improve my sound

i dare y’all pussies try to talk—man, i swear y’all clowns
i’m well aware—ma, not delaware
y’all been itchin’, chantin’ “rematch!”
silly, go and wash your hair

'cause when i drop, i swear sage keep on gettin’ scared
like go do track and go focus on your packer pair
i pack a punch—y’all go take some drugs to make this fair
say fuck the politics! y’all boys actin’ like mayors

while i’m racking up the presidents—swear i won’t share
y’all boys collapse and i’m watchin’, but i cannot bear
so controversial, but i feel like levitatin’
y’all should’ve known i’ll be somethin’—dominican and haitian

like “onlyjayus”—how y’all boys ain’t catch that?
onlytay, like, you a bitch—where the fuck the diss back?
man, y’all boys is some ass—please get out the fuckin’ chats
and kay, please don’t fuckin’ try it—focus on your dad

the only one doin’ it man, i feel like nike ads
now it’s time to run it back—let’s look at all the facts

nana

shook ones
shook ones mobb deep remix

lyrics:

*(bro, i was at a sleepover—and they said it was gonna be a movie night)*
*(and then i walk—i went to the bathroom, and i went back to the living room)*
*(she was giving him head!)*

*(shut the fuck up…)*

so tell that lil' nigga we gon’ leave him in the past
yeah, i heard that new track—tell that nigga it’s trash
y’all niggas movin’ like simmons, while my niggas move like shaq
he said he ready to box—so why he all up in chat?

tell me
that’s your shorty? why she blushin’? i think that she felt me
that’s your shorty—she sent me pictures, it ain’t no selfie
this nigga keep sayin’ his shit, sayin’ he gon’ “flock it”
but when i pulled up to the scene, he looked like stephen hawking
*(hawk this!)*

> (@makotoxi)
> strap on me, nigga crip walkin’
> when i pull up to the scene, that nigga quit talkin’
> hoes really on my dick—because a nigga out here saucin’
> shai gilgeous-alexander—how a nigga out here crossin’

> (@qaizy)
 my niggas crossin’
 go in between, we flossin’, fuck it
 my niggas ballin’ like shai—we finna get a bucket
 nice try though, but that’s the reason why you sufferin’
 she don’t even take care of herself—you think i’d cuff the bitch?
 nineteen, can’t drive—gettin’ taught by ms. pufferfish
 nigga all up in the vc, keep on stutterin’
 bitch, taiga pullin’ up with the blick—why he hesitant?
 “fah fah”—that’s the sound of a has-been

> *“go, i’m recording you*
> *…nigga quit, you suck!*
> *y’all think his music is—*
> *do y’all think his music is good?*
> *no, his music is ass!*
> *do y’all think his music is good?!*
> *nooo, that shit ass*
> *you’re recording?*
> *yes.”*

jay

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