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A Freestyle (Caused by the Flight of a Spliff Around the Mind a Second Before Awakening)

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Sablo - 3AM : EL es MALO

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Lyrics :
Yo! We call it Heaven sent but they call it a problem. I just gotta thank God for what he’s made me and all my options

I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom
I prayed to my God n he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams n I treat em like Golem
My blessings is precious, I’m humble not helpless
You test me, my demons send shots, ain’t no tetnis
They think that I’m wreckless, I think that I’m perfect
My niggas deserve it, to conquer they purpose
I know that they worth it, we serving (it up!)

What? From the slums where I’m from 
Niggas sleep in they whips, and they cuddle they guns
Niggas think that shit sweet, cuz they saw me on streets, that be known for the peace, but I stay wit my piece
Boy I hate all drama that’s stemming from problems cuz niggas ain’t honest
You know that it’s conscious, the choices they making, they stay in the basement, I rose to the attic wit niggas like minded, we smart but we grimy, my killas behind me, the bullshit in front of me, thank God for company, that I be keeping, I give em no reason for treason, we cheesin’, I’m pleasin’, wit chains wit the face of they Jesus, I told em you rock for me, nigga I’ll kill for you

Yeah, that’s the truth
Used to smoke boof, now we chillin in coupes
N we dropping the roofs, all the seats come in twos

Yeah, that’s the truth
hit up Sky Duece, he the plug wit the shoes
We been smoking on Indo since we was in school

Yeah, that’s the truth
Had to hit Goose, cuz he asked for the truce
Got love for my niggas, I’ll give em a chance
They putting me on, watch me split the advance

Rock all my homies clothes like they designer
Bitch, cuz they is
We plottin extravagant cribs, 
We pushin them luxury whips,
I might call a meeting to talk our financials, make sure all my niggas is lit

shoutout to Nipsey, Black Sam, and all of the heroes that gave us a plan


I put my hands up cuz I came from bottom
I prayed to my God n he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams n I treat em like Golem
My blessings is precious, I’m humble not helpless
You test me, my demons send shots, ain’t no tetnis
They think that I’m wreckless, I think that I’m perfect
My niggas deserve it, to conquer they purpose
I know that they worth it, we serving (it up!)

Run wit my, huh, run wit my
I run wit my bulls
Run wit my, huh run wit my
I run wit my bulls
We keep our heads up when we outta the cut
We stay on our grind, all my dawgs stack’n up
You hearing the horns then you know that we up
You hearing the horns and you know that we up

Run wit my, huh, run wit my
I run wit my bulls
I put my hands up cuz I came from the bottomI prayed to my God n he mad me a problem
I took all my dreams n I treat em like Golem
My blessings is precious, I’m humble not helpless

BULLS FROM HEAVEN (prod. @cotto)

Black is Everything & Everything is Black.

BLACK (prod. Cotto)

We was bored at the crib, here's somethin lite 4daGang. - Sablo

Reality Sux, Pt. II (prod. Cotto)

Decadent (prod. Cotto)

Queen Anne (prod. Cotto)

Westminster (prod. Cotto)

Good Work (prod. Cotto)

Homemade Robots (Interlude) [prod. Cotto]

Sessions (prod. Kronoz)

Mean Streets (prod. Cotto)

SMOKE - Sablo (prod. @bsmithbeats)

Psychic

Psychic [prod. wzrd.]

BE NICE (prod. Callan)

No Side - Single

No Side

No Side (feat. Evan Daley) [prod. @Callan]

We'll BE Okay.

Prod. @callan & @Kronoz

Lyrics: 

Yo,
She dropped feelings like a blunt, when the cops pull up
Le'Veon with the stutter step, holding out til' her terms is met
Indecision in my life ain't feeling right
She peeling out the drive
Nonchalant bye-byes

I gotta say man, I think I almost cried
Knew I lied to myself, had to make it right
Give it time, work it out dawg just let it ride
Still them feelings weighing heavy on my mind

Take any L cuz that shit just stand for lessons
Yeah my life is always testing
At my desk, dosing off, counting blessings
Been hella reckless
Know this curtesy of all my skeptics
(Yeah but f*ck my skeptics)

Man I been searching for the happy i pretend to have (damn)
I'm big sad, I'm big mad

Cloud my vision, catch the rhythm 
Of the smoke, pain is lifted
Now I'm floatin', man I feel so open

Keep it 100, I might die from these woods (kill em off)
Burn the streets, boy I'm up to no good (burn it down)
I keep it up, these the ways of my hood (oh yuh)
I’m feeling good (I'm feeling good)

Contradiction (what it do?)
Fill my book (yeah, it fill my too)

Really tho,
Only thing stopping me, is a lack of breath (can't breath)
I’m up next, 
Time these bitches start to pay respect (pay it up)
Speak of bitches, throw you niggas in the same breath (fuck it up)
I think yes, it's time yall came correct (come correct)

I can do the pain
But I can’t do the hate (no I can't)
I'm doing great, cant complain
You just showed ya face (show ya face)

You ain't a savage
You just a sad chick
You coulda had it
But you was trashing, 
Disastrous (tragic)

Tell myself
Whats the point of having talent
If these bitches ain't about it
And my niggas ain't rowdy
Just make myself happy

Truth is if you aint happy then sadly, 
Man I'm hardly happy

But we’ll be ok. (yeah we'll be ok)
There’ll be better days. (there'll be better days)
Yeah there’ll be better days. (there'll be better days)
I’m feelin good. (I'm feeling good)

We be letting the smallest inconsistencies, the smallest changes in the routine, fuck up our whole mood.
In turn we fuck up a lot more.
We gotta relax. Shit is ok. 
It aint always finna be perfect, but it will always be worth it to stay calm man ya feel me?
Love ya life, love ya self, love the world we live in. 
And you right Its an ugly place, but hate don't fix ugly. They one in the same.

BE Okay [prod. callan x Kronoz]

It's all love tho :)

Lyrics:

She a bougie baby, make ya fall apart
Just gon' take ya money, just gon' break ya heart
Fuck these bougie babies, trouble from the start
Don't let em get ya money, don't let em steal ya heart x2

Lil miss baby, drop top ‘cedes
Bored as shit, now she wanna come play me
Lookin real good, like a bag from "Katie"
But I stay slaying, ain't no playin
This ain't a game, its life and I'm patient
Out of the basement, nigga is greatness
Wanna be Bellas, all these bitches is basic
Flexin' all ya  gucci, but bitch that's tasteless
(Ain’t that a statement)

Tried to turn a trick, but I know some shit
And I might just look likea easy pitch
But I know some shit, 
Been around the block, girl I know some shit.
Ain't get here off stupid, and girl I can’t lose it
Quit been a nuisance, only here for the true shit
Heard ya had my number girl, just lose it

She a bougie baby, make ya fall apart
Just gon' take ya money, just gon' break ya heart
Fuck these bougie babies, trouble from the start
Don't let em get ya money, don't let em steal ya heart x2

Baby, why you try and play me?
Why you make it seem like you loved, now you fading?
Why you come across as a women worth dating?
Why you fall off once caught? Just saying.
Why you take advantage of a nigga and his patience?
Why you do things make it seem you ain’t taken?
Why you think it cool to play it off like it's aimless?
Why you treat love as a game? Just saying.

Truth is girl ya look fantastic, but ya attitude lackin'
Better off without it, gotta heart of malice
And ya minds unbalanced, never talk about it
I can do without it
Can't say its tragic, I expected average 
Had a hope for magic
Keep it real tho baby, ya love was plastic

She a bougie baby, make ya fall apart
Just gon' take ya money, just gon' break ya heart
Fuck these bougie babies, trouble from the start
Don't let em get ya money, don't let em steal ya heart

Bougie Baby [prod. Weslii]

Play This At Your Next Function !!!

Lyrics:

Pretty model bitch she perfect
B Cup Queen, tits perky
Booty on the bitch she curvy
And you know her looks have purpose

Cut a nigga off he worthless
Slide through the crib start serving
Fuckin on the rug that’s Persian 
Give me all ya love, go dirty

All these fuck niggas got hate it
Rich white bitch like im driving mrs. daisy
Let her drive me cuz a nigga be lazy
Stop at the crib fuck the club man I hate it
Lets gets drunk, lets fuck, get faded
P30 in my vein, nigga feel weightless
Wanna sit close cuz she love a nigga fragrance
Wanna do the most know her time be fading
Wanna do a toast cuz the wine be dated
Wanna love me, but baby thats dangerous

Pretty model bitch she perfect
B Cup Queen, tits perky
Booty on the bitch she curvy
And you know her looks have purpose
Cut a nigga off he worthless
Slide through the crib start serving
Fuckin on the rug that’s Persian 
Give me all ya love, go dirty
Give me all ya love, go dirty
Give me all ya love, go dirty
Give me all yo love, go dirty
Give me all yo love, go dirty

Slide me a pack yeah i need that
Pretty asian chick, small tits, but her ass fat
Turn around lemme see you work hear the ass clap
Know she got her own, but shorty want a big bag
I aint done yet told Cotto bring the beat back
Pull up on 10, pull out with the seat back
Boutta head home, hungry nigga need a lite snack
Dome on the road, told her baby go n eat that
10 to my side piece, told her you can keep that
damn Cotto, you was right, man the beat slap
Bring that shit back, cant slack when the beat slap
Throw that shit back, smoke a pack, yeah I need that
Attitude on the bitch, damn told her keep that
Run it lil mama, put in work like u in track
Twerk on the dick make it wet like humpback
21 winning like a nigga playin blackjack
21 living smoke a blunt wit the cognac
21 chillin on my wrist that’s a ice pack
Broke boi mad, fucked his bitch at the kickback
Broke boi sad, on the phone she won’t talk back

Pretty model bitch she perfect
B Cup Queen, tits perky
Booty on the bitch she curvy
And you know her looks have purpose

Cut a nigga off he worthless
Slide through the crib start serving
Fuckin on the rug that’s Persian 
Give me all ya love, go dirty
Give me all ya love, go dirty
Give me all ya love, go dirty
Give me all yo love, go dirty
Give me all yo love, go dirty

Go Dirty [prod. COTTO]

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Vocal Performance by @Sablo
Production by @Jkight
Engineering by @Btownjayy_

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Degenerates [prod. @jkight]

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Vocal Performance by @Sablo
Production by @cotto
Engineering by @Btownjayy_

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This Could [prod. cotto]

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Runs feat. (Artie McCraft)[prod. @jkight]

Q-PACK 2 - Eastside mami, I finally put one up for you. Hope you hear it, and sorry it took 2 years...

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Imshy

Imshy [prod. @wzrd.]

"A short collection of pending hits, created through the collaboration of Sablo and beat makers from all around. Expect strong, old school sounds, welded together with dramatic and introspective lyrics, enabling a vibe that has almost hardly been explored by the next generation. This is an excellent balance of Old/New, one of Sablo's finest collections yet!" - the Big Homie

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Two Decades (prod. Lush Lime)

"A short collection of pending hits, created through the collaboration of Sablo and beat makers from all around. Expect strong, old school sounds, welded together with dramatic and introspective lyrics, enabling a sound that has almost hardly been explored by the next generation. This is an excellent balance of Old/New, one of Sablo's finest collections yet!" - the Big Homie

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El es Malo (prod. cotto)

DAILY (prod. Cotto)

Have fun wit this shit!

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Lyrics:
Be like, woah
20 suits on the marble floor
Diamonds wet set in golden ore
Spread lookin lika candy store
Woah
Im gettin handsy
These hoes so nasty
Im rich like Gatsby
Woah

Man im the quicker picker upper, keep my bitches on them uppers, all my flows they slide like butta, huh
Woah,
never stutta i just flutter
Track like white you gotta bump it
Be like cotto where my trumpets 

West winners, check ya compass
Hoes be spicy like them pumpkins
Westwoods duchess pump her stomach

Take four flights, then i slide off the deep end
Drop top six night ride how I’m creepin’
In yo chick, back shot, she shrieking
Cuddie pull out, pull back, she leaking
Now we peaking, im still leaning
Bang my line, like can you slide, why you pleading, bitch you dreamin

Like woah,
20 suits on my marble floor
Say again why i need some more?
Whole spread lika candy store

CANDY STORE

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Rapper/Singer out of Seattle, WA by way of Long Beach, CA

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