Lilac
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Lilac
Hope my kids have whatever I lack
And watch me on an iPad
Probably still pirate it with no eyepatch
How ironic
Digital icons are more iconic than
The ones addicted to klonopin
Take the order in the order that they line up in
Damn doc this look like a lot of pills
Why you think they call it pharmaceuti-kills
Tryna triangulate my mind think it’s in a Bermuda field
Forgive me if I’m cold and numb I’m kinda sorta new to feel
But I ain’t new to film
Yeah I always knew the reel
Throw me in the kiln
Kinda got a new appeal
Went from baby to ashes
I think my lady knew magic
She wild but ain’t even ratchet
Put a flame to my matches
In the sprang like a mattress
Lilac
I know that fame is a catfish
I know my name is... my name is...
Truth is it don’t even matter
Why I get pissed like a bladder
When kids get split up and splattered
By some pol-itics or daggers
And analytics wanna analyze
Malicious wanna fantasize
That hands clean off with sanitize
Battered eyes hollow
Fraternized follow
Old wounds get cauterized
Blind date with Lady Luck or death
Either way I caught her eyes
If I’m an asshole
Why you tryna sodomize
Was that bar worth it 
Shit man I don’t know 
Am I worthless 
Shit man I don’t know 
Is therapy working 
Shit man don’t sound like it 
Is everyone hurtin 
Shit man probably 
Does that make me an anomaly
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Why they blowing bubbles in economy
Ain’t teaching muggles astronomy
Then maybe I could see everything that I’m tryna be
Sometimes I only get lost when I find a beat

Or get found out by a beat cop
But cops beat if they find out that I beat box
Like a, sexual analogy
Analogous to an analogue
Slave to the verses like a man of god
If I walk to the light let this be my manifesto
Open a can of worms use it like a can of pesto
Secret ingredient
Tryna find the happy medium
But I’m a stones throw from stone cold so bone chillin
I’m like if hulk hog- and HOV had boned and had a miscarriage


I have nightmares of R Kelly going with Peter Pan 
And I forget that he sing like he believe he can
Tired of not seeing the truth like Stevie-man
Damn, I’m tired of all the stevia
I see a Truman show whenever I look at media
Lately my showers feel like a meteor’s
I crash landed I’m past candid, my post-mortem
A ghost forum, I coast boredom, my hopes aurum
To a fool that I never knew
But his pull is a duel that I’m clever to

Why I see my pain then paint and put a mic above it
Why they attain then taint and act cool like Michael Douglas

Why I get faded like the paint do
Why I get hated by the same dudes
Who hate everyone else so they don’t have to hate themselves
But I’m keen to the tactic they just Kenan Kel
All that and a bag of lays check the accolades
Chip on my shoulder can’t be swayed by the Apple Pay
I need a lil more than cash incentive
To fill a hole and the gap that it represented
But if I go then maybe it’ll end my sentence
And if I go then cast my ashes and don’t wet yo eyelash
While I catch the scent of
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Lilac

Lilac (prod. by Secret Stash)

They wanna throw me in the squad car 
Know them boys are rock hard 
They wanna fuck me over 
But they been playing softball 
Can't give me no strikes 
Ima hit it out the ball park 
I'm sliding through home plate 
I'm running to my home base 
Gotta make it home safe 
Put me in the target 
Ima take my ass to Walmart 
They tryna play the short stop 
I'm just praying I don't fall short 
If ya get ya hands on me keep it PG 
Hoping I ain't caught by Paul George 
Trigger finger itchin when he off the tall boys
I ain't catching shots bitch I ain't no ball boy 
If ya gonna do it do it fuck you wanna stall for 
Pig always gonna be a pig so getcho ass on all fours 
Tryna tell me how to live hoe you ain't my daddy 
Watching too much Star Wars 
But I ain't gon fall for it
Follow everywhere I go hoe you ain't my caddy 
Lemme conquer in my concords 
Fly up with the condors 
Fuckin up the converse but you won't do the same 
Won't ever try to converse you don't even know my name 
They want me to convert but I already know the game 
Numb my mind like novacane 
All the shit I overcame 
I ain't go thru hell just to end up in some handcuffs 
Or get shot up with my hands up
Know y'all got some dirty laundry I can even smell the hamper 
Pissing shitting on the people bitch you need some pampers 
Think you smarter than me 
I ain't seen yo ass on campus 
Don't need a college degree 
To know your ass is campin 
Tryna catch me slipping like a trust fall 
And they wonder why we don't trust y'all 

(Hook) 
Wanna throw me in the squad car (whoop whoop whoop) 
Til I peel off in the squad car 
(whoop whoop whoop) 
(x4)

Damn these sirens look like fireworks (whoop whoop) 
But I don't need a dirty cop to show me how the fire works 
I just open up let loose and let that fire burst 
Fighting fire with fire but bitch I fire first 
Bet I see the vi-ipers 
Dodging thru my lawn tho
Better get the lawn mo
I been moving state to state like I'm rondo 
Tryna ball with all my bros like I'm Lonzo 
But cops be calling codes over all the airways 
They been trained like a railway 
To choke me and my airways 
And jump me out my air jays 
Bitch get out my air space 
Hope your shooters space jam 
So I can shoot to space man 
Damn

(Outro)
G-g-gone off the moon rock 
Higher than some tube socks 
Slip up once in a blue moon 
Never caught up by a blue cop 
Spark up like a fuse box

Squad Car (prod. by flip)

Lotta people been asleep but I bet they coming to
If my people see me sneak you can bet they coming too
If I throw a jab, you can bet they come in twos

Balling outta college I’m like muhfuckin duke
Kyrie in the booth
You look like a number two
Pencil pushers pushin buttons
Keep it pushin they ain’t budgin
Journalists, push discussions
Dead horse beat like percussion
With no repercussions
Check the repertoire
Hope that my records are
In plaques in building getting gilded
Feel like I’m Gilgamesh
Turning songs into gold
Something like an alchemist

Drinking lemonade til I’m pissing lemons
Pic an image
Bet I look stupendous
Like appendix
When I burst on the scene
First on the cream

Rhyming all my homonyms, with uncommon gems
And you’ll never get a membership
Damn I remember when
I couldn’t afford no sense
Now my scent is so heaven sent
To these labels and they A-and-Rs
Cooking books in the black box
Thank god that they ain’t in ours
Know they pocket watching
And they aimin hard
I just quick scope
Wallet ain’t fat it’s big boned
Know these homophobes fuckin on the silent like the kids home
But I’ll keep yo secret
I’m like Pac with the tip toe
This shit is all a game til you get shot in the rib bone
By dudes who

Grill you for yo bread, no panini
Hope a genie, grant my wishes
And whip these fuckin shackles off
Know these bitches like to rap a lot
Til I go Kakarot
Pack a RAW
Smoke it out
Pack of broads
Poke it out
Cuz
I’m dressed to the tens
But you only see me thru the tints
If the situation tense
See me getting wild
Better build yourself a tent
And hope that I don’t pick yo nic
Cuz I’m smarter than yo average
Should’ve went to Cambridge
But I park in the south
Where
They killing Kenny
For pretty pennies
Then dine at Denny’s
A pint of Henny
The mind of many
These rappers, come a dime a dozen
Line my cousin
Like ay yo bro you know my times a coming
‘Cept it wasn’t
Had to let the ball roll like a finger roll figaro
Check my notes
Cuz I got a couple hunnit now
Bout a buck 85 but thoughts weigh a couple hunnit pounds
Lay em down on a track, and give these hoes the runaround
Play it now bet it slap, hear it boomin from the underground
Like bun in the oven in that Houston humidity
Stars say they ain’t entitled but they used to amenities
They gon be here for a while but I fuse to infinity
Refusing your energy
If you ain’t building my spirit bomb
My fear is my lyrics cause
Sudden epiphanies
‘Pparently purity parody paradox
Innocence is Lost
Like Paradise
But poetry parallel paramount perceptions

Pimps pillage and perish inside pyrotechnics
While pills parrot the paralyzed petrified
Pity the people pick pesticides
Paired with petty paragons and paradigms

Coming To (Freestyle)(prod. Juno Adonis)

When you hit on an alien girl in a Future Whole Foods in 3018

Retro (prod. By RONIIN)

S/O Kodak, heard the beat and had to do it the same day (mixed by me)

I might just die how I’m living
I might just die how I’m living
Woah
You killing my time
Killing my vibe
They should just send you to prison
Woah
Tell em I’m one of a kind
They think I’m one of a million
Wo-woah
They think they sinking my ship
Till everyone singing my shit
Woah
Already know what it is
We get it how we done lived

Gotta acknowledge it
I been an oddity
Southern commodity
Struggled came out the

These fishes biting my line
I’m busy tryna get mine
Swear they calling my spirit
Lawd just send me a sign

Lately I been in a bind
Lotta shit been on my mind


Cut from a different cloth but I bet that shit designer
Ima get mines ima get it til my time up
If I come up short ima tip and flip a dime up
Rise with the tide til my bitch is drippin diamonds 
Waking up early but I call that perfect timing
Everybody biting me swear they Jeffrey Damer
Call me Todd Gurley man the way they see me ram it
If you wanna beef make sure that it’s organic
If you wanna make a scene ima make it panoramic

Man swear they hard fuck a anecdote
I smoke him and a dose
Of the dopest
Put it in the pulpit
Bet they on some bullshit
Damn I think they triggered
But I bet they won’t pull it

Prolly end up riding this new wave
I flip ya top like a toupee
One stop shop for the blu rays
Every night a movie
Take yo baby like she Stewie
Cuz when you at yo lowest (Lois)
That’s when her heart the coldest
And I tried to give you time
But im sorry can’t afford it

Cuz I might just die how I’m living
I might just die how I’m living
Woah
You killing my time
Killing my vibe
They should just send you to prison
Woah
Tell em I’m one of a kind
They think I’m one in a million
Wo-woah
They think they sinking my ship
Til everyone singing my shit
Woah
Already know what it is
We get it how we done lived

I got the juice
You Minute Maid
I got the proof
You been a fake
Hop out the roof
Hit the eject
Watch how I swoosh
Hit me a check
Get what I’m worth
Can’t take nothing less

They think I’m spent
Bitch I invest

This flow is so wet but you won’t catch me slip
Mind is so gold but yo’s broke as a bitch
Know you some actors just came from the set
Shit nothin new I been cold from the get

Kodak Black- Calling My Spirit Remix

LYRICS:
Oh I’m a threat threat?
Bet bet that

Work so hard call me a wetback
Build a wall ima stretch that
Into a bridge
You illiterate
You ain’t read the signs

We breakin borders

Tryna see the fam
But they intercepted like Blake Bortles

God testing me like lab rat

Life been a bad bitch
Ass so mean it’ll slap back

Ima be in the slab wrapped
Up in the candy paint
With the cake like Anna Mae
Eyes wide like anime

When they see that

I can’t be oppressed
And my wrist on Rolex

Live by the code
Or die by the culture
Look at the vultures
Sitting on boulders
Want me to fold yeah

Picking my brains
Or picking a bone
Leave em a line
They leave me a-lone
No interest
In models or bitches or benzes
Or bottled prescriptions my senses

They telling me you sus
You sunk down wake up

23 and me
My DNA like Jordan
Peele back like an orange
And see that I feel like cuz I’m foreign
They either scared of me or ignoring

But it
Feels so good to be here
Feels so good to be alive
Feels weird being idolized
Stared at by idle eyes
Waiting for my next move
Future waiting on my doorstep
Like the rent due
I got free bands
Put in work
That freelance

I ain’t tryna be-tense
I’m just tryna de-fend
Cuz my bro just got beat-en
Don’t pre-tend

Cuz Debby said he a threat
Said he possessed
But he study at Tech
Live out in Lubbock
Know that they love it
Threaten the public
Like it ain’t nothin
Like they ain’t nothin

Like I’m a threat to the civilized
Know you dead wrong if you live a lie
Can’t act out I gotta improvise
Why cant they empathize

T2S (Freestyle)

Bad blood
Crack nuts
Pistachios

Cap tough
Actors
DiCaprios

You reap what you sow
And I’m running out of thimbles
Trying not to crash
But I can feel the cymbal
Take me back to the past where everything was so simple
But fuck it, can’t replace
Everything that we been thru
Everything that I been told
I box it up like a bento
When the camer’on like a pink coat
I always stay ten toes
But some of y’all lack appendages
Go back and forth like a pendulum
Sweet and sour like tangelo
Angelou like Maya
These words of wisdom
Taken out of my mouth
Don’t even need a dentist
Apprentice to the appendix
The way I’m bout to burst
A purse a Birkin
In my bag
The perps are lurkin
For my stash
The first to purge in
Get 300
Like Verse the Persians

Rather be, Leonidas than be indicted
Only sparring with Spartans
Y’all faker than Dolly Partons
I prolly dearly depart em
And I ain’t begging for pardons
Leave ya soul missing
It won’t be found on no cartons
(Forreal)
Spilled milk
Take a chill pill
No bars xans
A Tarzan
I’m in the jungle
With the woods for something
To start this fire with
The spark came from within
Climbing over my mountains
Til I’m an Olympian

(Verse 2)
I crack heads like Hollywood blvd
They think they got drive but really they put in park
Think they moving round but really on peloton
Suited for something different
You in dat Kenneth Cole
What you offended for
I’m independent hoe
Quit with all the bitchin or get fed up w beneful
While I cook up like Benihana
I been with many martyrs
We enter in to nirvana
When dripping this holy water
All on my melanin
Barred up like felonies
Seen so many benjis that it’s gettin repetitive

But practice makes perfect
When you still under the surface
And I be underinfluenced
To what they say I ain’t heard it
I ain’t aim for fame cuz I know it’s a burden
And I ain’t aim for tame but I know it’s a circus
Ain’t searching entertain I’m still searching for purpose
I can hear em chirpin but they nothing but birdies
Yeah Twitter is nuts but I’m leaving one in all these hoes
Woah
Over ya head
Hard top
Over ya head
Hard knocks
Over the beat
Finna drop
Overload heat
On the dot

(Took it off the rails
But I’m there with you in spirit
On some one dollar flight shit
Holding on with a vice grip 
Ain't listen to advice yet 
Because that shit too enticing (in-Tyson) like the chunk of an ear 
Tryna bite my shit but you just a chump with veneers 
Duck em like Donald but I'ma trump all my peers

Pistachio (prod. By Cambino)

**Memory (prod. BrokeBoi)

(Hook)
Love ain’t nothing but a memory
Hope that it’ll remember me
Focus on the present shit I better be
Lookin at the past keep that energy

Love ain’t nothing but a memory
Hope that it’ll remember me
All the stories that I keep give me energy
From the stories that you speak you an enemy


(Verse)
Say what you want
Least I’m honest
I been hard at work
Need a bonus
Ain’t worried bout the neighbors
Fuck the joneses
Ima turn it up
Til they know every word
Graduated mind
Fuck diplomas
I been spitting crack
Fuck the corner
Telling me to relax
In my corner

Cuz my back is on the ropes
From all the shit I wrote
Left myself exposed
I been vulnerable
Ima take a dose
(High on my own supply)
Got it let it go
(Can’t hold the dice)
Got let em roll
(Let it multiply)
Said it’ll never happen
Take my chances
Told me sit my ass down
I’m still standing
Now they say they love me
Yeah that’s hindsight
Getting at me
Hope I turn a blind eye

Remember I couldn’t borrow no attention
Now they paying back with an interest

But I see all that love
It’s appreciated
Weight upon my shoulders
It’s alleviated (psych)
Know they swear that they never
Never deviated (psych)
Now our interaction
Is abbreviated
Cuz you weren’t bout that action
When I really struggled
You weren’t bout that action
Til the lights came on
You weren’t cooking with me
Til the icing on
Weren’t in the streets fighting
You M. Bison nah nah

Now you wanna give me advice and all
Just want you out my hair like the lice and all

I just hold tight to my memories
Taking all these notes n turn to melodies

Got me thinking broke had some better days
Now me myself and I need a getaway
Never get away ay

(Hook)

Memory (prod. by BrokeBoi)

Switch (prod. by BrokeBoi)

(Intro)
(Think I’m going left...)
(Switch it to the right...)

(Hook)
Think I’m goin left
(Left)
Switch it to the right
(Right)


Ima keep the peace
(Go head)
Ima speak my piece
(Go head)
Need a rack at least
(Go head)
Then all ya beats deceased
(Oh well)

Swear that they drippin then they came up missing
I’m coming up outta the mist
Told em they trippin but they didn’t listen
Now I’m as good as it gets

You shook to the cor- ima vette
I’m cooking up in the Chev
BrokeBoi that be the chef
I make more calls than a ref
Talking down then save ya breath

I cannot give a rest -ay
Long as my mama depressed -ay
I need more commas than ess-ays

They taking shots like they Reddick
I got for-em like Reddit
They gettin slid like a debit
I whip the whip like a fetish

Might move to Cal like I’m -rissian
Or Lando like Magic
But ima just stay in Dallas
I’m just tryna be pragmatic

I been raising the degrees ay
Like an Asian family ay
I been burning calories ay
Just tryna raise up the caliber
Rest of em cannot calibrate
I gotta edge like Excalibur
Off the edge watch me elevate
So high I’m my own passenger


(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Bitch what it do
I’m in the mood
Turning the tables
You can’t be excused

You in the herd
And I’m one of the wolves
Gimme a Mic and I run with the Bulls
Like it’s ‘96
.
I was born in ‘95
.
I’m just tryna get rich
.
Source of my demise

Guarding the fort with my worth
.
Holding it down like a weight
.
Bitch I know my own worth
.
Can’t let that shit go to waste
.
Think they calling my shots
.
They takin one to the face
.
Asking damn who killed this shit
.
Under they nose I’m on the case

Know my, whole, family, ate if I got diamonds neck
-know them, hoes, prolly, hate when I get violent on they neck

Thinking damn he only write
But I’m fire with my left
I’m like kyrie at the rim
Im tsunami with the wrist

Goin off in Abu Dhabi
When I drop I know they got me
If you don’t catch my drift
Then I’ll prolly catch a body-

“Woah woah chill out bro we don’t gotta do all that-“

(Hook)

Switch (prod. by BrokeBoi)

Dallas, TX
Artist/Writer/Producer/Engineer

RONIIN

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