Don’t put me in a box
I'm not dead yet
Or put words in my mouth
I ain’t said that
Planted seeds in my wake
Where my bread at
Now we getting organized bet the feds mad
No justice no peace
What the schools don’t teach
Making breakfast for the kids
New shoes on feet
Putting clothes on their backs 
still the news cant see
That we will no breathe
Til the pigs start bleeding 
Communities grieving 
Running to get guns
Mothers they lost sons
Why these niggas so dumb 
Killing each other
Homie could’ve been his brother
Daddy should’ve wore a rubber
Double lost mother fuckers

Gone head and claim your land 
Build your home
Raise your funds
Go get what you’re owed
Most ppl believe what their told
But I'd rather 
Come break the mold

Shock 'em like a million megawatts
or a trillion nigga whats?
though I give my all
I couldn't get enough to give a fuck
I wasn't good enough to get it
now I got it
praise god I gotta give it up
never giving up
getting money
never rich enough
on the throne and if I'm getting up
you know it's crunch time
the way I'm sitting up
better hope that we can work it out
I'm used to work and hurting
searching alternate routes
now I got that hot flow
and I'll never turn it down
I'm in the building and I'm burning it down
moving forward and never turning around
before I ever turn down
I'll turn in the ground
turn in the grave
you couldn't channel that
turning the station
this is what I wrote while y'all were enslaved
if this bring me to the morgue and
free men a huge portion of my debts repayed
hottest flow brewing
I'm the best tea made
I clean up well
skrrt on a girl
like a sexy maid
in the kitchen
the scent of winning
sinner women and ginger
the batter ones cooking gone get me cake
made a way to come up
yep the steps repaved
I'm out the door, off the porch
it's a quick relay
the old adage is life's a bitch
and like a bitch she tried to fuck me over
I was playing in these streets
she tried to run me over
I ain't even hear a beep when I hit the homer
all I heard was players balling
calling motion on the corner
twisting the parts of my head that they dread over
red rover
while they playing both sides
I'm down to earth and airborne
I'm in rare form
you stuck in a fucking movie
and this is the rare porn

Gone head and claim your land 
Build your home
Raise your funds
Go get what you’re owed
Most ppl believe what their told
But I'd rather 
Come break the mold

'pagne

Break The Mold

If you see me
Shine your light on the world

This world is foul
But is it a pile of clothes or a pile up
I really haven't smiled in a while
Cause I been smoking
I been drinking can't get a buzz
Take a look in the mirror
Seen who I was
Although we wanna settle down
Ain't in a rush
Seems you're always bringing drama
How can I trust you?
Had to hunt em down
Was a must-do
Don't wanna see em
Frown and uncomfortable
This life is like the finals
I can't lose
Our love is like a file
That I can't use
Somehow you got an ego
I can't bruise
But we gotta wake up now
I hate snoozing
Oozing with confidence 
Ain't it obvious
I done been to hell and back
Thank God I'm my mama's kid
Pulled me from the bottom when
I felt it was bottomless
Pops told me don't get pissed
Fight with words not your fist
Arguments won't exist
how you know we're meant for this
Wipe those tears from your face 
Leave them with a final kiss
It wasn't working was supposed to be perfect
This much pain in your life ain't worth it
Although my hearts healed up 
I'm still hurting
Ain't married death 
But I admit I been flirting
Even tried to be my own damn surgeon
At times I wish I could still be a virgin
Or a better version of my person
I know its not too late
Don't close the curtains please

If you see me
Shine your light from above
If you see me
Shine your light on the world

This could be heaven
But my mind likes to think it’s my hell
Told the voices in my head
I can think for myself
Feels like I’m falling through the sky
With no recollection why
What if dying ain’t the worst thing
What’s so hard about not
Lying in your verses?
Man, If I was just a person
I’d want a clutch grab
Like jacking purses
When I was reading
Baby’s first, first
Curse words
I could spot the hatred
Fuck a steak in the matrix
I was never trying to be
Satan's favorite
But we pressed those Croatians
For thinking we playing
Frank Mir said
We could be related
If they never ran off
We wouldn’t need these lasers
This the land of the free
Why I need these paper

Roman

Having You There

FSL-001

Lately

Living Room Sessions | agraybé live @ General Lee's 2.2023

Put It To Use ft Taylo G & Big Rik

Heartbreaker is produced, mixed, and mastered by 5iveGTe. 5iveGTe’s inspiration for this song was “Stranger in Moscow” by Michael Jackson. My inspiration for my verse was a mixture between The Weeknd’s breakout project “Trilogy” and “Kissland”. During our Winter’s Rage Era we dove body first into our craft and immersed ourselves into our emotions. The connection between us and the music was ethereal. Press play and dive into our sonic excursion.

Heartbreaker by Club Lusid

'pagne (2023)

Over (feat. Qx3rd & JHÔN The Gift)

Cloud Studies 009 | agraybé | Dec 2023

90s and 00s downtempo, in our opinion over at Moods HQ, informed an entire generation of artists’ tastes and directions. It’s well understood by musician and DJ @agraybe, and for our next mix, she explores the depth of the oft undersung genre. Remember the feeling of inserting that mixtape in your siblings’ sedan; watch the trees blur by; see the rain yield to sunshine.

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Moods 70: agraybé

From the upcoming project, Youthful Hopelessness,
comes the new single "Gateway Drugs" by Q Third of the
Purple Monkey Sircus.  "Gateway Drugs" is A song filled of unsuspected, introspective questions to delve deeply into the mind of the listener regardless of what their vices may be.

Gateway Drugs (produced by Ill Soul)

Serial Inebriated Dopamine Fiend

When I Drop, Drop Everything.

King

Gateway Drugs (produced by Ill Soul)

qx3rd

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