Sprite (Prod. by deadwn)

On the Low (Prod. by MANUEL)

Something semi-rough I used to keep me up all night before I need to head into work in about 3.5 hours.

Down (prod. by deadwn)

Lyrics:

What do you do when you in a bind?
When the world pushes back and you find yourself in decline?
Do you lay down, sit back, recline,
Or do you muster up ya might and head back to the climb?
I been running up the game, music getting still, job getting gains, I been sprinting up that hill,
Dreams of my youth, taken a bit of a spill, steady tryna build,
All my life I’ve been spinning silk,
Cut from a different cloth but of the same ilk,
Truly I’m just a dude turned savage on the kill,
Bastard flow how I blow up on beats fuckin up the speech stamping with cleats,
Hold up let him speak,
King killer, web spinner, bet your lights flicker,
But hold up I’m still sicker,
Fickle mind in a diamond mine,
Fucking up a clock how I’m going hammer time,
What’s yours is yours and what’s mine is mine,
But whats mine might be ours if we blood and brine,
I’m steady tryna climb and see what’s in the sky,
Sometimes I wonder what we gon find,

What do you do when you in a tumble
You know I’m the king of this jungle
Finna start a rumble 
Doing what I can to make it out this grind
Feeling like all I do is spend time
Fickle minds fickle minds
What am I about
Doing what I can 
young soul finna crown
My soul
Feeling like I’ve got it all
You ain’t seen nobody do this till he about to fall
Young soul about to do it till I can’t
Ain’t nobody gonna compare to this man
You know I’m out on a dance
Feeling like I’m in a trance
Man I’m out holding my stance
I’m bout to bounce back till I can’t fall no more
Young dude what you got
This ain’t no photo mode but you can take your snapshot
Bout to bounce back like I’m doing bank shots

The Climb (What Do You Do?) (Prod. by bvtman)

Lyrics:

Everybody wanna know how it feel like to be so free
All I do is spend my time tryna gain my peace 
Doing what I can just rolling through all these streets
Man I’m running through the city looking all so sleek

All these fools tryna tell me what I am
Spitting all these verse tryna become a man
Tryna break these curses while gaining a couple fans
Everybody knows that my shit be in demand
I’m out the nosebleeds
What you know about the ghost please
Man I’m doing everything to become most free
Yea I’m counting blessings
Tryna learn all of my lessons
Spitting all of these weapons
Yea im doing it like listen
I ain’t go no mistress
Steady cooking in the kitchen
But I’m out here fishing
Now I’m ripping all these beats
Tap tapping my feet
Tell me if you tryna eat
We’ll have a feast
Back on my grind
Spending all my time
all money on my mind
Spending that shit like the money ain’t mine

Everybody wanna know how it feel like to be so free
All I do is spend my time tryna gain my peace 
Doing what I can just rolling through all these streets
Man I’m running through the city looking all so sleek

Listen just breathe
Tell me what you need
I’ll give you what I got
But give me all of the keys
Smoking on the piece
Feeling so free
Ok sometimes maybe I be in the deep end
Smoking weekends
I be spending all my time tryna get my breathing
Right
Flying like a kite
Tell me if you hype
Everybody tryna become like they Mike
But I’m just tryna be me
Broken yet I breathe
In pictures I be cheesing 
Sometimes I be mean
Tryna find my dreams
But I been asleep
In a world tryna break me down to me knees
But we tryna
Be free

Freedom (So Sleek) (Prod. by Lucas Quinn)

Lyrics:


As I prep myself cooking up the next dish
I be strolling through prepping up my next wish
She looking pretty kind of like a Sunday afternoon
As I sit here writing out my next hit
Ok I’m just floating on down
I’m just shopping my sound
I’m just turning round my frown
As I delve deep
Digging for forgotten gold
alright I know my shits gotten old
I’m just heading down that yellow brick road
I’m tryna escape this maze
Forgetting what I’m told
But I’m
Kind of sick and tired
Been a while since I been higher
And I’m tired while I’m driving
And I’m rhyming while I’m wired
And I’m
Feeling so inspired
I just hope I don’t get fired from your heart
Everyday gotta go and thank God

And it might not
Be so bad
To go back
To what you never had
Tell me
Ain’t you so glad

And it might not
Be so bad
To go back
To what I never had
Tell me
Ain’t you so glad

I be diving to yet another vibe,
As I drive towards another sunrise,
Living like I don’t mind, what they been saying,
Hell you know i’m ain’t playing,
I be super saiyan way i’m changing forms in the am,
I be aiming for the top of the flock insane,
how i ain’t playing this game for the sake of some fame, 
i’m just tryna spark a flame in the maimed,
and yea what i never had kinda looks great,
how i know though if it wasn’t my fate,
I’m heading back on the road to what i hope is heaven’s gates,
wait, keep the engine running we gonna be late,
i’m just tryna make another way for what i never saw,
i guess i was kinda lucky like a leprechaun,
gotta keep the grip like you got a cat’s paw,
Everyday gotta go and thank God

And it might not
Be so bad
To go back
To what you never had
Tell me
Ain’t you so glad

And it might not
Be so bad
To go back
To what I never had
Tell me
Ain’t you so glad

Ain't So Bad (Prod. by NB Collective)

Lyrics:


I be hitting all these beats riding sleek up in slow mo
I be rolling with the fleet riding deep in the dojo
Let it bounce let it ride in the jeep and the Sonos 
I be taxing all you peeps say cheese for the photos

Standing strong bout to flip it all night long,
I be patient in the crowd but banging all the gongs,
I be rolling with the pack, picking up the slack,
Pinch your pennies all you want I’ll be packing up the stacks,
Life laid out all on wax, man forget the cap,
Love it or hate it I’ve kept it all real on my tracks,
I be kicking back tryna relax,
Listen it’s a fact that ima keep spitting all these raps,
Give a fuck or give a damn, you ain’t gotta react,
I won’t leave it up to chance with all of my acid raps,
Solace in the sorrow be back on the morrow,
You can tune in but you ain’t gotta clap,

I be hitting all these beats riding sleek up in slow mo
I be rolling with the fleet riding deep in the dojo
Let it bounce let it ride in the jeep and the Sonos 
I be taxing all you peeps say cheese for the photos

Fuck a foe 
what’s a fan 
give em mo
Make em dance
I done grew
Made amends
Lost some dough
Lost some friends
But fuck it, Im the plug and they the socket,
If they tune in they can rock it,
If you hating you can suck it,
One day we’ll hit the bucket,
But I’ll live on deep in your pocket,
In your ears with the tunes, 
Staring up at the moon,
Same sky different rooms,
Different lives, same stew
Different minds, same blues,
Different shades, different views,
Same road, different shoes,
Same colors, different hues,
I’m just speaking truths
I be seeking man that’s what I do
Let me spit some clues
If you feel it tell me too
But I’m kicking back acting a fool
I’m chilling laid back just tryna build my rule

I be hitting all these beats riding sleek up in slow mo
I be rolling with the fleet riding deep in the dojo
Let it bounce let it ride in the jeep and the Sonos 
I be taxing all you peeps say cheese for the photos


Slow-Mo (Prod. by pilotkid)

Purple Haze (Blind Man's Faith) (prod. by Angelo Imani)

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