Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rising from the shadows, unbroken and bold,
Living for the thrill, never doing what I’m told.
Fast lanes, bright lights, this city's my home,
Each step, I'm feeling free, in the crowd, I roam.
Echoes of the past, memories in my soul,
Chasing down this dream, that's how I roll.
[Chorus]
Baby I’m not coming home!  
Baby I’m not coming home!  
Remember me as I was before I had to go!  
[Verse 2]
Waves crashing hard, I’m riding on the crest,
Life’s a game of chess, trust no one but the best.
Heavy metal beats, my heart syncs to the sound,
In a world so loud, still I stand my ground.
Through the darkness, I stride, never lose my way,
This journey's mine alone; I’m here to stay.
[Chorus]
Baby I’m not coming home!  
Baby I’m not coming home!  
Remember me as I was before I had to go!  
[Bridge]
Every step is heavy, yet I lift my chin,
In the mirror of my mind, that's where I begin.
Voices whisper softly, but they don’t define,
The moments that I’ve captured, and the paths I've aligned.
[Chorus]
Baby I’m not coming home!  
Baby I’m not coming home!  
Remember me as I was before I had to go!  

Not Coming Home

(Lyrics)

*Hook*
I paint the picture
I flick my wrist
The image pops as i work (work)
The Life of Pablo
The young Picasso
Got a bad bitch but i swerve (swerve)
Dont need the drama
just count the commas
and splash the page with my words
Im up all night, man i never sleep
even if im on that syrup 
*End of hook*

Like Van Gogh with the long strokes
This paint drives me insane
I live my life like the river flows
I move along with the grain
The grind of a young artist
I push harder each day
From sun up to sun down
I stay finessing with paints

Black and White, white and black
it dont matter, all the same to me
They hear my voice then see my face
opinions change, instantly
21st century, still play the race card
an artist is an artist it dont matter where you came from
I do this shit for me and all the people that be fucking with it
All the motherfuckers that be hating can go suck a dick

(You) On 1, im on 2
Hit my phone and come through
I mold this shit like a ball of clay
and im posted up like a statue
Squad up reppin HTown
Man fuck the hoes and them fuckboys
Im with the shits and you know that
get money dirty like sex toys
wait, hold up

Look at the flick of the wrist
painting pictures like Pablo Picasso
I splatter the canvas with lyrics, you feel it like brail
I flip up the flow like a wet painted brush with a couple of strokes like my name was O'Keefe or Da Vinci come at me, im telling these stories so real, forreal.

*Hook*

I paint the picture, paint the picture
She came with you but aint leaving witchya
I swerve the whip then i count my stacks and i hold it tight in a paperclip
Like who dat, who dat
thought you knew dat knew dat
Got a money tree boy i grew dat grew dat
Yeah, im just painting pictures with my team yeah we do that
Up and coming artist with a dream, finna do that

Young Picasso [Prod. MannyMade/IVN]

Whitney

Back Again

Back Again (Prod. Ditty Beatz)

First time using auto-tune. Enjoy.

*Lyrics

[Hook]         
Ou
I’m spendin some racks on coupes
I ain’t fuckin wit you
I’m tellin my niggas too
Yachty’s bars be bendin
Mumblers steady offendin
Yachty’s boat broken engine
Them deadz I gotta shpend it
[x2]
Shpend it, shpend it
Shpend it, shpend it
Shpend it, shpend it
Shpend it, shpend it
Yaye
Water n scale I be fishin
Yall niggas steady reminiscin
All these deadz I just shpend it
All these deadz I just 
 
[Verse 1]
I be spendin spendin spendin all them racks
You gotta send it send it send it to the back
Yall be offendin -ffendin -ffendin real rap
It’s some good shit don’t you call it wack
The greatest are now back
Cole and Kendrick back
Logic all them lyric artist
Most of them are back
They steady spittin facts
CB back with raps
Got some music waiting
“Black and Wack Artist” be waiting
Ain’t fadin
The Album coming you don’t wanna phase it
Ain’t playin
Yall niggas thinkin it’s a game them
You steady rappin for the fame then
This fame I don’t wanna take it
Yall niggas thinkin I’m mistaken
The life most of yall be fakin
Fakin 
Fakin
Fakin
Fakin
Aye
Many lies
Many die
Many cry
Many lost lives in my eyes
Too many people died in pain
The po po are the ones to blame
BLM is the real thang
ALM got no shit to say
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 2]
See there’s a difference between these two artist
There’s a black artist, and a wack artist
See the black artist actually tells facts
The wack just steady mumble rap
Imma list a few bad wack artist
Lil Yachty and Kodak Black artist
Lil Uzi Vert and Lil Pump artist
That’s the tip you don’t want the fluke artist
Yall niggas fluke
I got the flute
No fruity loops
I’m on shit too
I on some hits
Don’t be a bitch
Slittin her wrist
Ain’t that some dumb emo shit
Aye
Lit as fuck
Tell yo niggas I said wuzzup
Look around ain’t that enough
Some bull rappers be comin up
Huh
Ain’t that some shade
What happened to the good rappers
They would be murderin here today
If Tupac wasn’t dead
If Biggee wasn’t in the bed
Maybe rap would be saved
Thank Kendrick for freein the rap slaves

Shpend It (Prod CashMoneyAP)

Written and performed by @jayportal
Composed by @jayportal
Engineered by @dblcrssmusic
Distributed by @glorytothekings
Art direction by http://nufaith.ca/
Photography by http://instagram.com/cuffgod/

Hell Is Where The Heart Is

You Suck

G L O R Y M A D E
★ Written by @jayportal
★ Composed by @dblcrssmusic
★ Distributed by @glorytothekings
★ Art direction by http://nufaith.ca/
★ Polaroids by http://instagram.com/roseliajean/

No Way - Single

No Way

Regret - Lil Cactus & Forreal (Prod. by Makz)

Fling832 Available on all Platforms
ig- @onezeno
https://song.link/album/i/1457401609

Back Again (Prod. Ditty Beatz)

Jake Patrick