TMS (XandroR2 + JThousand)

solo all prod me

dm on ig to use any beats shown

summer klips @prod4kay

it's summer twenty-two

'july 22' coming July 22nd, stay tuned

clay & shmokey

happy song [prod. heroz & cv]

okay, ready?

'july 22' coming July 22nd, stay tuned

shmokey

yup (intro) [prod. heroz]

LEGO DONALD DUCK!!!

shmokey, heroz & glewmy

donald duck [prod. clvr]

Lyrics:

Take it back all the way to 9th grade. When I was catching flack for how I got played. A lot strayed from my dumb not knowing better ass. Tryna be a trendsetter ass, go getter ass. And I don’t blame ‘em, the game him was creating. Was not innovating, rightly got a lot of hating. Back then, I would ask ya to fight me like Mac 10, knowing I’m ho’ing and nothing packed in. My pocket, I’m bluffing, eye socket see nothing, but trouble waiting to bubble, my personality double. You can heckle Jekyll, but not Mr. Hyde. But when they would test my so called best, I cried. I thought I balled best, wasn’t there yet. And never would be, should he, go air it. Out in therapy, clearly, but I didn’t listen. Didn’t hear the help out, it didn’t glisten.

9th Grade, a charade of sorts. Focused on gym but I would trade the sports. For better peace of mind, cease the bind I was in. Even though I know, we all does sin.

Still I feel like I was tryna be real. By threatening to kill when the only thing that ill. Was me, the lonely bring drama to the building. I had to tell myself that I’m a stop wielding. All my issues, my tissues, were due to the misuse. Of my thoughts, caught inside was lots. Of misguided, I would, diss hided. From reality, thinking I can’t be touched calamity. Much of my year was crushed, rushed like that girl. I took to, I sit back like “look, you made ya world”. Around her, and sir she ‘ready had a guy. Steady going, knowing I, was attracted, in fact did. I ever own up, nah, I wasn’t grown up. Tryna be a better me, is the goal today. We all can stand tall, hand y’all words we spit. But some turds of shit, ya gotta stroll what ya say.

9th Grade, a charade of sorts. Focused on gym but I would trade the sports. For better peace of mind, cease the bind I was in. Even though I know, we all does sin.

9th Grade (Prod. Blunt)

SHOUTOUT TO LORDGLACIER42 WHO USED TO BE CIVILLIAN FOR THE ORGINAL SONG I DID, HE PRODCUED THE BEAT, I WROTE AND RAPPED THE LYRICS, IT'S ON MY SOUNDCLOUD AND CALLED "WALTER WHITE", I LOVE YOU HOMIE!!!

Money So Big Remix

[INTRO // INTERLUDE]
Your eardrums have cobwebs and are rusting

[CHORUS]
Yeah them bitches love my swag!
Rockstar shit, yeah I get that bag!
All my girls have swag, I ain't fuckin' with no hag!
Bitch I fuck around, buy her Gaultier bag!
Smoke it all away, shawty dyin' inside!
Lie, lie, lie, lie, yeah! Oh, one more lie!
Rockstar! Rockstar! Jeans down, yeah they always sag!
Green-Crack! Made me slow! Bitch I l-l-lag!

[VERSE 1]
Bitch you know I'm gon' be tycoon!
Pull up armed like a dragoon!
Ice on me, wrapped 'round like cocoon!
Miami girls wanna see my lagoon!
Your rent gon' be on my neck!
AKimbo body on my chest!
OD on this weed I press!
Tramp stamp on her ass, carress!
Jaded London, feelin' brazzy!
Take Lithium, bitch is brazy!
Freaky hoes, wild out thats brazzy!
On my mama, fit is brazzy!
Smokin' weed, I'm livin' teenage!
Flyest teen, I'm livin'! TEEN X!
Combat boots, I'm livin' steezy!
More like me, she wanna be me!

[VERSE 2]
Ugh! If the Lord on my side, who gon' be my op?
Yeah if I was scared of green, who gon' smoke the kush?
Ugh! If I ain't in the stu, who gon' make my songs?
Ugh! If I ain't fuck no hoes, who gon' make my son?

[INTERLUDE]
Your eardrums have cobwebs and are rusting

[CHORUS]
Yeah them bitches love my swag!
Rockstar shit, yeah I get that bag!
All my girls have swag, I ain't fuckin' with no hag!
Bitch I fuck around, buy her Gaultier bag!
Smoke it all away, shawty dyin' inside!
Lie, lie, lie, lie, yeah! Oh, one more lie!
Rockstar! Rockstar! Jeans down, yeah they always sag!
Green-Crack! Made me slow! Bitch I l-l-lag!

...


yup (intro) [prod. heroz]

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