That's how you fuck somebody's grandpa, son

Fuck Your Grandpa

Fuck Your Grandpa (Pro. Profit Money Beats)

Freedom And Blues

Produced by Manic One (https://www.beatstars.com/maniconeproducer/tracks)

Mixed by All Cut Nate (https://twitter.com/AllCUTNate)

Mastered by (https://twitter.com/prodby13Conor)

Panic Attack (pro. Manic One)

ARTWORK BY OUTTATUNE!
BEATS BY:
WXLFSTEALTH
KINGXMAGS
LLOUIS

Life of Low LP, 2022, Lowkea
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ALBUM DROPPING THIS FALL! <3

Demons in my lane, so please don’t come my way 
Darkness in my thoughts, marching the black parade 
Jump off the cliff man I might levitate 
I’m floating thru my down fall like a feather weight

Look at these goals, I set out a path, so get out my way
Came from the bottom, not talking bout dollars but everything changed 

I’m talking plenty emotions
I’m talking all my opinions 
You know we changed the devotion, 
Cuz in my past I ain’t mean it, 

You don’t wanna wake the darkness up. 
My heart corrupt, 
Blame it on the apartment, bruh. 
I ain’t been the same since, took a partial, cut 
From who I was , now I am, whatever y’all come up with like fuck you, 
Think I got time, to protect minds, from what you heard, in the grape vine 
You don’t pay my fines, or pay homage. 
So it’s like okay that’s fine, we ain’t talking 
Lost on the day I died, now I’m haunting- 
These walls, if they could talk- they be apolog-
Gettic, y’all
Sipping the sauce, you just imposter; get it I;
I’m flipping you off- while the bar - I’m setting high, 
Gimme the stars. Gimme the world. 
Gimme your life; gimme your girl.
I’m picking a fight with the devil, these real life endeavors, these sights I prefer, 
since hyped, emerging, 
Misguided, person, 
This life is worth it, 
Nothing that  I regret, 
These dimmed lights are perfect, 
Someone summon the hatred, 
Hope you came to worship, 
And if, you not, get the fuck out this church then, 
I’m doing my own thang 
Went from getting high all day to now when my eyes start to dilate 
It’s an all natural feeling, I’m high, no way, 
I found a way
Like wowwwwww

(Repeat // wow, you won’t ever bring me down //)

Demons in my lane, so please don’t come my way 
Darkness in my thoughts, marching the black parade 
Jump off the cliff man I might levitate 
I’m floating thru my down fall like a feather weight

Look at these goals, I set out a path, so get out my way
Came from the bottom, not talking bout dollars but everything changed 

I’m talking plenty emotions
I’m talking all my opinions 
You know we changed the devotion, 
Cuz in my past I ain’t mean it,

Demons (prod. KINGXMAGS)

Every road ends with a 404
Lost connection now I'm stuck in this never ending tour
Path of the broken, the beat, unfolding before my feet
Too late to rewind, to turn back time
Every road I take is another 404

Nothing endless nothing and on constant repeat
Can't find the host
I'm still stuck at the same place as before

Every road ends with a 404
Lost connection now I'm stuck in this never ending tour
Path of the broken, the beat, unfolding before my feet
Too late to rewind, to turn back time
Every road I take is another 404

IX - 404

fuck it, that's show biz
luckily i thrive on the brink of psychosis
streetside sound got the scene & the swamp on surveillance
i'm still slingin' soundwaves until further notice

lyrical lotus
should study the way i been pushed thru the mud from the jump
but stay fly to the tip of my tongue
i'm mother, the way that i reach for the sun

can't be warm wit y'all hoes, got reptilian blood
these lil rap boys don't be talkin bout nun
i should know, fire my 2nd language
these lames addicted to validation

ione even work for the engagement
heard you been starin at blank pages since you downgraded
see, i make art cuz i'll die if i don't
you do this shit for their entertainment

it's insane ain't it? how i can no-brain it?
how i mix the sound potion so potent, serve it up to the crowd & collect payment
i got 3 in my bag plus like 8 digits
yeah, i know i sound sweet but don't play widdit
imma need you to stay out my way lil jit

my goons don't miss when they shoot, hide you in the lagoon
any beat that you send, i'll treat like a spitoon
book a gig at the beach & we'll pack out the room

i pull up to the show on a redneck pontoon
madi be rackin in backend doubloons
when she not in the stu off an 8th of the shrooms

lotus

It's all about groceries baby

Background beat by Yung Kartz. Maybe. I'm not sure.

Panic Attack (pro. Manic One)

Robert Bungalow