Prod. Manuel

Lyrics:
I been in my lane this whole time now
Yall been doing the same this whole time now
I been feeling myself its this whole time now
This whole time now
Its show time now 

Every single time im moving fast 
Yall moving show
Don't be looking at me yall way too judgemental 

If it dont make money then it don't make cents
What the fuck you doing
Bitch Let me talk my shit 

Hopping out the rallye on my way to cali
what you know about that boy 

Bigger dreams lead to bigger things
You just focused on the little things
No wonder why you sinking
Just worry bout yourself 

In time all things shall reveal it's self 

It cannot rain all the time
Staying up till the sunshine
Lying saying that I'm fine
I'm not fine
I'm slow grinding 

Losing myself to this shit
Found myself with yo chick 
Who the fuck is this bitch

MINORTHREAT

(Lyrics)

HOOK:
I got the juice
i just got me
Fuck what you thought
I’m coming in clean
Give me the spot
I need me the green
Give me the spot
I need me the green!

VERSE:
Bitch im coming in thu the back door,
Call me lil Scott with the antidote,
Don’t you dare open up that window, boy
Its a hot box, boy 
Watchu talking about, boy
Issa no cough zone,
No drop zone,
Hit it off the top i don’t need my phone,
If you gonna talk back watch yo tone,
I don’t need shit cuz im on my own,
And 
G$A till the damn grave,
Tryna make a wave, now running up them plays,
Smoking on the boof gonna send you off to space,
Fucking with the crew gonna catch another case, woah!
Freezing up my lyrics call that ice cold flow,
Running thru the 6th i dont got no woes,
Chillin by myself i dont need no hoes,
Got a bad girl she gon take that role,
Keep her on my side she a golden girl,
Curving these bitches you know how i do,
Chill in the cut with some indica ouu,
Think that the smoke is a fire so move,
This is what happens when I’m in the booth,
Going insane i don’t wanna go back,
Off of the bullshit done flipped me a pack,
Tryna make money i wanna relapse,
Roll up the doja,
Feel like a soldier,
Got the protect and i swear i wont fold ya,

J U I C E (Prod. Wonderlust)

WASSUP WIDDIT - Tylor Wauneka x Woke Up Dead

Lyrics 
~Cataract Kush~ 

Mmm popped a tab while I hopped up in the charger/ 
Bought a pound made it just a little farther/ 
Found my phone now I’m looking for the charger/ 
(Yeah, yeah)
Cataract Kush is bumping at the function/ 
Baby whatchu tripping for? Babe it’s nothing/ 
(Adlibs) 

Verse: 
I done suffered through the most of the worst days/ 
I done loved and hated just to say I’m okay/ 
But I’m think it’s kinda bullshit if you think about/ 
Now I’m thinking about’ whatchu wanna think about/ 
Baby don’t you fucking call me when I re-up/ 
She’s been feeding you some lies and you believe her/ 
That’s just how the story goes in general/ 
I was switching plugs like I was switching tempos/ 
Heading down to the store with hella beso/
Fuck an issue imma solve it if I say so/ 
Baby don’t you fucking call me when I re-up/ 
She’s been feeding you some lies and you believe her/ 
Bitch I had a key before they made the lock/ 
Need some time to think or maybe even not/ 
I got deals for ya friend if she worth it/ 
She gotta a smile, then she coughed up on her third hit/ 
She may be lying when she tells me that I’m perfect/ 
That’s okay ‘cause I can see what’s on the surface/ 
Bitch I had a key before they made the lock/ 
I need some time to maybe think or maybe not/ 
I got deals for ya friend if she worth it/ 
And she made a smile, then she really coughed up on her third hit/ 
She lying telling me that I’m so perfect/ 
Motherfuck the purpose of the surface/ 
 
Hook:

Cataract Kush (Prod. NICKCHOU)

KnifeInMyBack (feat. CSE Ant)

Dark Country Synthwave 

MAGA is DEAD
(Far-Right Dark Country Synthwave)[Verse 1 – Low, dusty baritone over detuned lap steel and pulsing 808s]
I wore the red hat proud back in ’16
Rallied in the cold, believed the dream
He swore he’d drain the swamp, lock her away
But the swamp just grew and he looked the other way  [Pre-Chorus – Arpeggiated minor synths rising like sirens]
They sold us golden towers, promised us no wars Gave us Operation Warp Speed and forever foreign shores  [Chorus – Big reverb-soaked vocal, tom-heavy drums]
MAGA is dead, six feet in the ground
Buried with the promises they never kept around
We wanted the wall, they gave us the jab
Now the border’s wide open and the flag’s at half-mast
MAGA is dead… and we killed it ourselves
Believing the grifters in thousand-dollar suits from Hell  [Verse 2 – Spoken-word over eerie theremin-like lead]
They said “Fight like hell” then lawyered up quick
Left the january walkers to rot in the brig
Took our donation money, bought another private jet
While we lost our jobs for refusing the prick  [Bridge – Slow, minor-key banjo drenched in tape delay]
The commies lie with rainbow flags and open borders
But at least they’re honest ’bout the New World Order
Our guys wore the cross while they sold us to BlackRock
Told us it was 4D chess as they picked another lock  [Chorus – Doubled, anguished]
MAGA is dead, drowned in the swamp it swore to drain
The uniparty laughed as they tightened the chains
We screamed “America First!”—they heard “send more to Kiev”
Now the republic’s a corpse and nobody even grieves
MAGA is dead… and the knife was in our own hand
Trusting a billionaire to save the common man  [Outro – Fading FM synth pads, distant coyote howl sample]
So here’s to the ghost of what we thought we’d be
A nation of lions led by foxes on TV
Pour one on the grave, let the neon bleed red
Raise your glass high, boys…
MAGA is dead.  (Final heartbeat kick fades into wind and crickets)

MAGA is DEAD

bool up roar lil coupe
boot up throwed im threwed 
bhudda i got loot
i’m like what it do 
bool up roar lil coupe
boot up throwed im threwed 
bhudda i got loot
i’m like what it do



pull up super sport
to la i’m explorin 
prolly crash the whip
but for now keep it roarin
double up the pace
speed limit too borin
driving through the cities 
man i feel like im tourin 
yuh
scat tryna race 
but im vibin straight pourin
stacks in the banks
keep flyin keep soarin 
smashed and i’m dranked
drivin sober too borin 
bitch mad i’m late 
so fuck it ima floor it
yuh
bitch mad i’m late 
so fuck it ima floor it
life too great 
i ain’t even gotta worry
lit outta town
best believe i got courage 



bool up roar lil coupe
boot up throwed im threwed 
bool up roar lil coupe
boot up throwed im threwed 
bool up roar lil coupe
boot up throwed im threwed 
bool up roar lil coupe
boot up throwed im threwed 



yuh
yung nando 
hit 200 no bip 
black ss
strictly chevy i whip
live by this shit 
tripple digit my dash
rules just a myth
i ain’t even gon kid
yeah yeah yeah
my bitch fin go trip 
fin go head 
blabber me her lip
like whatever bitch 
i got bands im lit 
just take this bouquet
gimme go dance gimme kiss 

like ok woah 
needa slow my roll 
way too smizzed 
might swerve up on the road 
four five shots 
take it straight to the dome  
like hooligan 
i’m gon take moooo 
yuh 
yung wifi calling up my phone 
he said come slide
he got dank got pour
hop in the S
drop that bitch in sport
ssj 
this bitch go super 



pull up super sport
to la i’m explorin 
prolly crash the whip
but for now keep it roarin
double up the pace
speed limit too borin
driving through the cities 
man i feel like im tourin 
yuh
scat tryna race 
but im vibin straight pourin
stacks in the banks
keep flyin keep soarin 
smashed and i’m dranked
drivin sober too borin 
bitch mad i’m late 
so fuck it ima floor it
yuh
bitch mad i’m late 
so fuck it ima floor it
life too great 
i ain’t ever gotta worry
lit outta town
best believe im onnat courage

It Is What It Is

S. Willz

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